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>MC sheet (I will try to not use this this thread)
https://pastebin.com/dEkMjQxM
>Previous thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=m+a+demon
>Summary:
You are Anon, you got isekai into a fantasy world where humans are considered demons due to humans runaway slaves blowing up a god.
Right now you and a group of mercenaries you got attached to went the ruins of the human civilization to try rebuild with the help of the tech abominations that still live there.
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Harrowing echoes of memories lost in dreams dissipate as you wake up in a room barely yours.
Decayed luxury surrounds you in familiar shapes. Linen sheets filled with holes, baroque paintings with chipped paint and furniture so old it breaks under any weight.
How long have you been here?
If feels so long, but the days have blurred into a fog of the constant work too keep this building from collapsing.
You begin to move to approach the window, the only way to keep time in this blasted fortress.
A dark sky with a resplendent moon over well illuminated ruins of a city, the horizon erased by the fumes of the industries you restarted.
You are in the heart of the Remnants of humanity in this world, and you can barely remember how long you have been here trying to fix it.
This has been a constant battle against the overseers of these ruins, the last craft of humanity, the Chimeras.
Most dumb as a rock with the exception of a handful that were as stubborn as mules. And today you start dealing with two of them.
You rub your hands on your head trying not to think and after preparing yourself you exit the room.
A chimera is there waiting for your, a cyborg abomination, holding a tray with the recycled food rations they consume.
Its eyes are devoid of life, the automaton could not care for what it happen.
And do to some modifications made to it due to your habit of chatting it up and making it not shadow you constantly, now it could not talk.
“Can we skip this and go directly with Cedalion?”
The automaton raised his arm and pointed to the end of the hallway. Very convenient.
What will you do?
>Go directly to the meeting and get to work (Start the quest immediately)
>Try to find some better food at the kitchens (warmup, talk to some NPCs)
>Write in.
[Game of distortion]
You submit an image and I incorporate it into the quest, the more complex the image the more prone it will be to getting warped.
A box will be a box an starship could become a comet.
>What have you been rebuilding in this past… days? weeks?
https://pastebin.com/dEkMjQxM
>Previous thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=m+a+demon
>Summary:
You are Anon, you got isekai into a fantasy world where humans are considered demons due to humans runaway slaves blowing up a god.
Right now you and a group of mercenaries you got attached to went the ruins of the human civilization to try rebuild with the help of the tech abominations that still live there.
---
Harrowing echoes of memories lost in dreams dissipate as you wake up in a room barely yours.
Decayed luxury surrounds you in familiar shapes. Linen sheets filled with holes, baroque paintings with chipped paint and furniture so old it breaks under any weight.
How long have you been here?
If feels so long, but the days have blurred into a fog of the constant work too keep this building from collapsing.
You begin to move to approach the window, the only way to keep time in this blasted fortress.
A dark sky with a resplendent moon over well illuminated ruins of a city, the horizon erased by the fumes of the industries you restarted.
You are in the heart of the Remnants of humanity in this world, and you can barely remember how long you have been here trying to fix it.
This has been a constant battle against the overseers of these ruins, the last craft of humanity, the Chimeras.
Most dumb as a rock with the exception of a handful that were as stubborn as mules. And today you start dealing with two of them.
You rub your hands on your head trying not to think and after preparing yourself you exit the room.
A chimera is there waiting for your, a cyborg abomination, holding a tray with the recycled food rations they consume.
Its eyes are devoid of life, the automaton could not care for what it happen.
And do to some modifications made to it due to your habit of chatting it up and making it not shadow you constantly, now it could not talk.
“Can we skip this and go directly with Cedalion?”
The automaton raised his arm and pointed to the end of the hallway. Very convenient.
What will you do?
>Go directly to the meeting and get to work (Start the quest immediately)
>Try to find some better food at the kitchens (warmup, talk to some NPCs)
>Write in.
[Game of distortion]
You submit an image and I incorporate it into the quest, the more complex the image the more prone it will be to getting warped.
A box will be a box an starship could become a comet.
>What have you been rebuilding in this past… days? weeks?
