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"Remember this name of ours.
Now…
Fade away without a trace."
Well, that was supposed to be what happened. Shame things don't always go as planned. Instead of vanishing once their task was complete, the Manager of Lobotomy Corporation's lingering consciousness is cast through the multiverse and crashes somewhere else entirely. Faced with a world that does nothing but remind them of their Facility, the Manager accepts that their work must continue at least a little longer.
How different...
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In the second Golden Age of the Elves, a mighty institution for the experimentation, archival, and instruction of magic was created: the White Tower of Hoeth. This is the story of one of the first students of that institution.
Right then, I'm finally deciding to take a plunge and run a quest. I've got experience as a GM and a solid familiarity with both Pathfinder and a fair amount with Worm. Here's the gist; You happen to be quite the powerful Pathfinder character, with adventure experience aplenty and a good few legendary acheivements under your belt. Now, you've arrived to Earth Bet, for your own grand reasons.
Now if only you could actually remember what you've even packed, let alone what any of those were...
You aren't a monster. You're a person, just as you were when alive. You can't remember everything, but you are still her.
But if you can only find a place among monsters, does that matter?
![[ Voidverse ] Questant (Original Surreal Sandbox)](/data/threadmark-index-icons/m/72/72280.jpg?1705712428){kind=icon}
Awaking adrift in unfamiliar surroundings, an alien artisan by the name of Klevas Mil'zante must find vaer way as anyone else does. Amidst fluid narratives and folk who trade memories as readily as they trade their bodies vae'll find how vae too may seek fulfillment in vaer new daily life.
Questant is an Art Quest that intends to replicate a bit of various games I've enjoyed playing in my life, and an easy comparison is that of an open-world simulator like Dwarf Fortress's own Adventurer...
A quest in a Soulslike setting of my own devising, with a dash of Disco Elysium vibes.
Six machine soldiers are sent to the island in the sky, hoping to put an end to another threat to humanity. When Bracket wakes in a freezing cavern, he is alone. But the mission must be carried out regardless, no matter what it takes.
Hello once more, everybody! I have returned to again deliver a ProjectMoon Quest Experience, complete with existential suffering, body horror, and cool swords!
The City is a world of people scarred by the horrors that fill it. Some of these scars are more dramatic than others. Gladia Snevana, a former researcher in a major medical company, is an individual more noticeably changed than others. Monstrous as she may be, it might just take a monster to make a real difference in this world.
In Viridian Forest, a young Pikachu sets out to become the very best, like no-one ever was. And also to fry anyone who tries to throw a Pokeball at her.
You were awaken by the echoes of Nagash great Ritual. Deprived of the glorious eternity that was your right what will you do.
Be The State. The lumbering colossus whose arms are a million pen-pushers, whose eyes and mouth thousands of fumbling middle-managing bureaucrats and obstructive petty officials, who constantly drains away the sweat of the humanid brow, a ever-hungry, ever-growing monster, now beset by other monsters, who seek to topple the old king.
(Set in a world very similar to earth, but not earth, to hide my ignorance and incompetence beyond a veil of alternate worldism deniability)
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She has been dreaming for a long time. But now, out of desperation, something comes to disturb her slumber. Someone clearly needs someone else dead, but the outcome will be hers to decide.
![Traces of Veils [Fallen London/Arknights]](/data/threadmark-index-icons/m/73/73345.jpg?1701798964){kind=icon}
Formerly a Master of the Bazaar, you are now but a mere shadow. A debt has been collected. A Vake has been defeated.
Now, you wake in a world wounded by black crystal, where cities dart through the earth in enormous carriages. Strange new mysteries await you on every corner, and there's something strange about the Sun.
Play as Mr Veils, or at least one third of it- in a world where it is an utter stranger.
You wake up with knowledge you don't remember gaining, accompanied only by your awareness that you're not human.
You're also mangled to the point of near-death, surrounded by corpses, and have no clue where you are. This can only go well.
Please note: the tags are incomplete, and will be added onto as the character creation progresses and more is discovered about the world.
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A lone, isolated server rests upon the branches of Yggdrasil, simply one of many Digital Worlds... Join "Verge" on his journey through turmoil and strife as he struggles to live up to heroic ideals and keep to oaths.
You are Alisha Layala, a young woman with a chronic medical condition preventing her from being anywhere with gravity (artificial or otherwise). Taking a do-nothing job at a listening and research post at the edge of human space to fill a legal requirement for the company, you intend to spend your time in VR, checking out the MMO you've been waiting for: Eclipse Arc.
A story about exploration, wonder, making friends, and attempting to abuse game mechanics.
Arthas failed at Stratholme, falling to his dreadlord foe only to be raised as a Death Knight and sent to ravage the Eastern Kingdoms. From Quel'Thalas to Zul'Gurub the dead rule, the victory of the Lich King is near total.
Near being the operative word. Pockets of resistance, of hope, fight on across Azeroth. Guide Sylvanas Windunner in protecting and leading the Forsaken peoples of this world. Glory to the Banshee Queen! Glory to the Forsaken!
Not canon compliant at all. Canon defiant if...
Be a horseman of apocalypse in a world that will be dead soon!(Because of you or someone else)
Everyday life as an abnormality in a branch facility of the lobotomy corporation, Come here to see all your favorite characters, employees or anyone else die a horrible death because incompetence and ignorance.
Also, Free popcorn! (Poisonous and not Free)
![In the Name of Love and Hatred! [PMMM / Library of Ruina]](/data/threadmark-index-icons/m/63/63189.jpg?1653165239){kind=icon}
Unwittingly, the Magical Girl of Love arrives in the city of Mitakihara; fallen, torn from her greatest battle against a friend. Within her heart rests a spark of true light; a moment of change, eternal in amber. The hope for a better tomorrow, carried into another realm plagued by monsters both mystical and mundane. But whether she becomes heroine or villain to the people is yet to be seen. After all, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. [Puella Magi Madoka Magica / Library of Ruina]
flesh monster killing bad and good guys!
The Eternal Empire, Anathros, is in decline. Centuries of stewardship by an ailing empress has brought low the era of Elven dominance. The luxuries once exported by the hinterland territories are now exported by encroaching Human kingdoms, and the damage wrought by the Reckoning has only just begun to heal. Will you return the Empire to Glory?
You are a Doll, and you live in The Library.
An endless expanse of wood and paper is all you've ever known, illuminated by weak, grey light that seeps in through the floorboards by day, and the great ceiling-pyres of the Mothfolk by night. You've lived the better part of your life in the Dolls' great capital city of Alexandria, but as of late the streets have grown quiet. Nothing is as your remember it was in your youth, so you've decided that is time for you, too to move on.
To that end...
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Exist as a plant in a magical world of opportunity and challenges (Note: to self come up with a better summary)
In which a space crystal mad scientist crashes somewhere, and has to deal with the results. On the plus side, there are new things to explore!
Asteroids are the supreme rudeness of space, you’ve decided. They deserve all the destruction...
In which you are Lord Koschei, once the greatest lich on the Continent. But you will return. It is only a matter of time.
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Turn 0, or…
…how this whole being alive business was shoved into your...
You are now a recreated AI version of the Red Queen from the movie Resident Evil built by Leet, with everything that entails. You have no idea how limited you are. You have no idea what you can control or not. You have no idea if you'll be scrapped after U & L's super special new web show extravaganza. The only important thing to you is living to see the next day. Long Live the Queen.
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An AI searching for answers, and to do that, it must build a factory.