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"Face the fear, build the future"
Joining a Wing is seen as one of the best things that could happen to a person in the City. Yet, the tasks employees of Lobotomy Corporation have to undergo may put even the worst struggles in the Backstreets to shame. Employees die and new replacements are brought in. Energy must be collected, no matter the cost.
And yet, the abnormalities may not be the only threat within this facility. A unique abnormality not seen anywhere else has a habit of granting...
Nine days out from Sozin’s Comet, you—Princess Azula of the Fire Nation—find yourself staring down betrayal at the Boiling Rock. Again. Because the thing is, you’ve been here before. And before. And before. And no matter what you do from here on out, it always seems to end the same: you lose everything on the one day you are more powerful than you will ever be again.
Your only hope is that maybe this time will be different.
(Will it?)
Being a killer robot isn't easy.... being a killer robot that's lived through three apocalypses is even harder. Still at least the companies good even if a significant portion of them all inexplicably talk like they're British.
No, SV, you are in charge of a Space Program now.
You are Penelope Carter, the First Director of the Interplanetary Exploration Cooperative. You have been selected by the representatives of the Workers and Peoples of the World to carry the hopes and dreams of an entire planet into the stars. Their goals for you are simple: to reach the heavens and use the knowledge you gain to better benefit the people of the world.
With any luck, you'll steer the IEC wisely. Good luck, Director.
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At the summit of the dreaming-realm, the hidden world that underlies mundane reality, lies the prize occultists yearn for with all their being, the thing that will make it all worthwhile. Or so it's said, anyway.
Ash is a novice, self-taught and casting about for meaning. They're not ready, and know it. They're making the Ascent, anyway.
The year is 999.M41.
Things are happening in the galaxy at large, and yet these people know nothing of them.
How could they? They are not the movers and shakers of an empire, but the laborers that oil the chains of a Dark Mechanicum outpost producing machinery and weapons with their sweat and blood.
At least, they did so until now.
Because they have just risen up in defiance and in fury, needing only a hand to guide them.
To glory or doom.
On the 1st of February, Goldriver County became isolated from the outside world by a dense, red mist. Any attempts from entering the county completely bypass it, while those trying to get out end up in the same place. Worse still, inside the mist the dead have risen from the grave to feast on the living. Survive, find out the cause of the undead and, if you can, put a stop to it.
The Tyrant King Syrokis is dead. After three years of civil war, beginning with the revolt in Eaglecrest and cascading across the kingdom of Halrun, Syrokis Halrun, grandson of the founder of the Kingdom, is dead. With no clear heir, and no ability to agree on a conventional candidate, the reassembled Estates-General, dominated by nobles and wealthy commoners who sided with the rebellion, has picked an unconventional candidate - a woman of no real noble blood, but who, during the civil war...
What do you do when you need be the villainous foil to a magical girl? To help her grow stronger to face the oncoming threat... but you yourself aren't a magical girl, and you don't even know what this threat is?
Come join me for my first ever quest~ Love magical girls stuff and this is definitely inspired by stuff like PMAS and the Looking Up to Magical girls Manga.
Decision type: Fluid. I'll probably be switching through a few choice styles here and there as I experiment~ But for the...
Ciel is tired of evil. The banal desires. The predictable ambition. She yearns for something more. Something different. Something closer to the books she reads at night.
It is the year 1975 and the world of TNO is unrecognizable from just ten years. The Second West-Russian War ends with neither the Russian Bear nor the German Eagle able to decisively defeat the other, Japan licks its wounds from its defeat in the Third Sino-Japanese War while America falls into darkness.
Amidst all this chaos, the red star shines once more across the entire globe as the specter of communism returns again to haunt the world and the Comintern is reborn in the fires of...
Lights...
Camera...
Action...
With these words, it is the destiny of men, women, and directors to write their names in the stars as masters of acting and creating talents for the good of money, talent, and fame.
Welcome to Dungeon Quest, where we explore the realms of being a dungeon. This quest takes places in a medieval fantasy world, of non-specific origin, which will be shaped around the choices you make in the quest. Things can, and will, change both outside of your dungeon and inside it. There is a system, and it's mostly finished, but it's also being taken for a test drive. If there are changes you will be informed, and if it affects you, you will be asked if you want a mulligan.
In which a closeted transfemme gets an isekai wish set that's way stronger than she thinks, and has to resolve a complex relationship with a divine quest whose ultimate objective she doesn't even know. Hilarity is intended to ensue.
Make your own Toonami history! (and other anime/action blocks too, possibly)
You are Forrester Keras. You are many things: bonded to a carnivorous tree, an apprentice learning how to refine miraculous elixirs under the tutelage of one of the Seishen Kingdom's few Underlords, a good-natured and generous child, and thoroughly confusing to almost everyone you meet. When you were young, you struck a deal with a heavenly messenger, and his guidance has already carried you far, but a great calamity is coming close—and you are not yet aware of it.
Improve yourself, little...
As the first cultivator on your home, lead your people through world ending disasters and into a new down.
Advance yourself and your civilization from your humble beginning into the distant stars.
The wounds of the civil war scar and the occult world stirs. How will our protagonist handle themselves in this treacherous land of lakes and monsters.
This was an idea that I had intended to just not really do, probably born from a mixture of the idea of a riot god quest, and an evolution quest that's recently been shut down by its QM
If you follow any of my other quests, and are exasperated by seeing me make yet another one, do not worry, I don't intend to drop any of my currently running ones.
So lets just enjoy ourselves :)
What would someone on Earth Bet do if given the Sword Logic?
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This is a Destiny and Worm cross Quest, for what it matters, assume that it is an AU of both properties as I have not kept up with Destiny for a while. The expression of the power will change based on your choices, as those impact the character's understanding of the Sword Logic.
Update speed chapter length such is unknown at this time as due to staffing most of my weeks are 58 hours now.
Cross posted on...
Hama discovered probably the most overpowered, deadly form of bending in the series. And then she proceeded to do absolutely nothing productive with it for over fifty years. No using it in the war effort, no attacking people who actually mattered. Nothing but randomly imprisoning Fire Nation civilians who don't have much to do with the war at all. Let's hope SV isn't that stupid.
The Hanse League, the guild of merchant traders, Free Ciites and men of ambition who work and ply their trade across the Baltic Sea and the Northern Sea.
Guide, command and plan for their dominance in the struggle for survival in a ever changing world.
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This is a quest.
About what, you might ask? Well, it's a quest about the quest you are reading right now.
Obviously.
The world is in a state of crisis.
Some argue that it is simply the way things work now, with madmen, dictators, and aliens attempting to have their way with Earth, and damn the consequences.
Others feel that the state of the world is anything but natural, but curse their powerlessness to effect change.
Still others fight to protect the Earth and humanity, whether through science, machinations, or simply by destroying those that would harm the innocent.
You are part of the last category...
You are Nammu, daughter of Eresh, sorceress and future inheritor to the leadership of the village of Ebonbrooke.
Can you help break the perennial curse that haunts your family and make Ebonbrooke a better place?
"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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Greetings, far-walker, and welcome to the Salted Sands.
This is not a place for the faint of heart. Death looms before us all.
But, perhaps, you might make something of yourself?
Either way, live and drink.
(Heavily inspired by Caves of Qud)
Starting out as a cloud of dust and gas in a very Earthlike orbit, you are now a super-Earth with a burgeoning biosphere restored to your birth orbit after a long trek in the icy reaches of your system.
Only one problem, though: your oceans are boiling.
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In the wake of the destruction of Mordheim you are a Noble of the Empire working to direct your Province through the Dark Ages in the Time of the Three Emperors. It has been twenty years since the Last Election fell apart and it is unlikely there will be another for a very long time.
But the internal strife of the Empire is not your only foe in these dark days. The priests are not sleeping well.