- Location
- United States
[X] Yes
Echo of Choice (A Destiny Plan Quest)
- Location
- Philippines
[X] Yes
So Russia is basically a write off, and things continue to be on fire…
If there isn't any crazy human scientists pulling mad science, then Gale might very well, after death become known as the most prolific scientist to ever exist, simply cause her name is on everything.
[X] Yes
If there isn't any crazy human scientists pulling mad science, then Gale might very well, after death become known as the most prolific scientist to ever exist, simply cause her name is on everything.
[X] Yes
- Pronouns
- Reader
Yeah, we haven't tackled rumor mill, because average turn developments see us buried in priority operating tasks that ate up operator dice and free dice equally, and we were more worried about hidden servants of the dark on earth getting our stuff, because why would we expect to be dealing with a chimera invasion before we exited single digit turns, or the death of all other speakers.
Your project mechanics are set to require multiple turns of progress, but your narrative dice impacts change the future of the solar system with a handful of rolls on a given turn. There is an imbalance there.
Alright. Just, moving on.
So, thing we can actually do, with the assumption of a minimum 4350R, beside the generators.
Max dice on the traveler, S, and gacha horse is 1200R.
I guess we'll start on the rumor mill. 4OD for 400R
Small fusion with 3 RD and 8 FD for 1650.
Other than the reactors, we'll probably be doing more temp dice on finishing the current glimmer level.
If Ivan gives us more resources, I may attempt to upgrade the lab for another RD.
Your project mechanics are set to require multiple turns of progress, but your narrative dice impacts change the future of the solar system with a handful of rolls on a given turn. There is an imbalance there.
Alright. Just, moving on.
So, thing we can actually do, with the assumption of a minimum 4350R, beside the generators.
Max dice on the traveler, S, and gacha horse is 1200R.
I guess we'll start on the rumor mill. 4OD for 400R
Small fusion with 3 RD and 8 FD for 1650.
Other than the reactors, we'll probably be doing more temp dice on finishing the current glimmer level.
If Ivan gives us more resources, I may attempt to upgrade the lab for another RD.
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[X] Yes
[X] Yes
I mean, one thing I can think that'll be happening is the Darkness is going to start infighting due to some parts wanting to instakill humanity and another wanting it to suffer, which ironically is good for us. Also yes, more talk to ball mom and getting funky shit, we need that.
I mean, one thing I can think that'll be happening is the Darkness is going to start infighting due to some parts wanting to instakill humanity and another wanting it to suffer, which ironically is good for us. Also yes, more talk to ball mom and getting funky shit, we need that.
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- Pronouns
- Reader
Your vote seems to have come out wrong somehow.
Thanks for that, fixed. But yeah we need to focus on growing this company to a superpower, also pray we get armored gore bullshit so we can make AC's and non environment destroying NEXT's to fight off the Chimera with
- Pronouns
- Reader
We need energy barriers. I think we can get that from Halo covenant tech?
- Location
- California,USA
Energy Shields, MAC guns, Rail Cannons...
We have a Shopping list of things to ask Ball Mom for,
- Location
- California,USA
...Ahh. So we're pulling that card ehh.
I got an omake to finish first.
Bruh existing is biting us in the ass already, we need god and anime on our side, Ball Mom already is, we need more lmao
- Location
- USA
Sigh
At the very least we have SOME time to work with. The Chimera will need time to build their numbers. Less, actually, than canon R:FoM since QM has seen fit to buff them with cloning tech.
We need better infantry weapons tech first thing, that's the fastest thing we can get out. And we need SOMETHING to leverage as soon as possible since we quite clearly have no time to wait.
Reactors are a waste of effort right now until the pressing issue of the goddamn alien-zombie-plague is dealt with. They do not seem to be appreciably better than standard power plants in terms of output, and it will take years to build out ships or vehicles that can take advantage of the extra power. They will be great for rebuilding most of Asia later on.
We arent yet at the point where we need to start considering just dumping our data on the open net, but if we keep getting event rolls like that we may have to.
Absolute bare minimum. If the Chimera reach Africa we dump our load and pray. We CANNOT allow the Ark Portal to be discovered by the Darkness.
At the very least we have SOME time to work with. The Chimera will need time to build their numbers. Less, actually, than canon R:FoM since QM has seen fit to buff them with cloning tech.
We need better infantry weapons tech first thing, that's the fastest thing we can get out. And we need SOMETHING to leverage as soon as possible since we quite clearly have no time to wait.
Reactors are a waste of effort right now until the pressing issue of the goddamn alien-zombie-plague is dealt with. They do not seem to be appreciably better than standard power plants in terms of output, and it will take years to build out ships or vehicles that can take advantage of the extra power. They will be great for rebuilding most of Asia later on.
We arent yet at the point where we need to start considering just dumping our data on the open net, but if we keep getting event rolls like that we may have to.
Absolute bare minimum. If the Chimera reach Africa we dump our load and pray. We CANNOT allow the Ark Portal to be discovered by the Darkness.
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- Pronouns
- Reader
Is there something else we can research with a chance in hell of being done in time to effect the outcome of the battle? Because right now we don't have meaningful research options with war applications, and armstrong nanites are years off.
- Location
- colombia
I Welcome the difficulty spike
First time in a long while i felt a quest actually has stakes and we are on a backfoot
Ultimately our best bet is boosting the word industrial capacity,the chimera cant do much about getting carpet bombed by nukes and cruise missiles in their early stages
Setting up the industry for auto-war (mass usage of automated disposable assets) a tide of metal to meet the tide of flesh
We need to mix reactors with glimmer production
Begin a PMC through shell companies (so we can get some military actions of our own)
And get military contract to massively boost logistics and comms (earth has the firepower,but it lacks the coordination and decision making)
No SV this aint the golden age,you are here to stop a age of strife
Pov: our MC fast forward a decade or so (shit is gonna get WAY worse before it gets better)
View: https://youtu.be/X8QByzxYYHk?si=UxRwOR36PWXAFBpW
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- Location
- California,USA
My Omake is Basically the Hood Clan trying to be Conan in Sci fi.
The Omake will tell you two things
"Aliens are targeting us for a reason, what did the dead leave us to fight them."
And
"We just lost 100 million people, now I'm angry."
- Location
- colombia
View: https://youtu.be/ExMUMuRsvE0?si=_LxxyLY4ykhcharT
Describes the tone change of the quest to a T
- Location
- California,USA
I'm going through the process of getting shit done regardless of what is happening, because Lord Hood demands me to get things done.
A Great Whisper of Terror (canon) (+15 to attempt to create UNSC weapons from MA)
New
- Location
- California,USA
A Great Whisper of Terror
(Lord Hood's POV)
124 million people. Struck almost simultaneously and killed just as quickly.
Lord Hood was nothing if not aware of the major happenings in the world. That awareness was a significant reason why he had pushed his allies to take a more proactive role on the global stage. They were no longer alone,they had to act like it.
This was no plague. No... this felt like the prelude to something far worse.
An invasion or an alien assault meant to cripple them, either way, it was far more than what had been reported to the public.
If there was one thing Hood knew, it was that this entire situation was far beyond what a Vice Admiral of his station in a mid-level power could hope to address. What could he do against forces capable of tearing his world asunder with a mere thought?
If he had his way, he'd have a united Earth barreling toward this threat with the force of an angry god.
But, then again, he couldn't shift the course of an entire planet. Hell, he could barely sway the appeals of a single continent. This was a far larger stage than he had any right to tread upon… and yet.
And yet, he would fight on. It was his nature;his career, his life, everything he had built revolved around this principle. He would fight.
Because if he didn't, well… who would?
======================================
The world called it Pulchra Syndrome. It began with mass psychosis, followed by incoherent rambling… and then death.
"Lay it on me straight… Do you know what it is?" you asked the doctor about the reports from the NHS on the UK victims.
"I don't know, Sam… even now, there's no rhyme or reason to any of it. None of it makes sense. There's no medical, social, or even general connection between the victims. It's like they saw something and dropped dead; as if what they saw terrified them so deeply that death was preferable to life," the doctor replied.
That didn't explain much. Hell, it didn't clarify anything.
"How long do you think we have before the next great mess throws us into war?" you asked.
"We've avoided panic because of how sudden it all was… but I doubt we'll be so lucky next time," the doctor said. "Truth be told, boss, I think we're just counting down the minutes."
Ah, so that was how it was.
"So we're doomed?" you asked.
"If it was an attack, it struck completely at random. I'd hate to imagine the chaos that would follow if they deliberately targeted anyone," the doctor said.
That was a damning prognosis. Worse than even your most pessimistic fears. At least in your darkest imaginings, there was some hope of identifying the enemy and beginning to fight them.
"Anything else we can gather from this?" You asked hoping that some silver lining could be pulled from this.
"If it was deliberate it took a lot of time for the damned things to strike, was probably taxing and difficult to replicate…so, it can only do it once in a blue moon." The Doctor said.
"So we can't be second attack to cause more damage and panic?" You said.
"Yes sir." The Doctor said, finishing looking at the Chart.
"I feel like I'm in a Lovecraftian horror story and I'm going to do my damn best to make sure Narlethotep bleeds." You said.
"That may be impossible sir…" The Doctor said. "Elder Gods of Lovecraft don't bleed."
"When a man only has a hunk of steel and a monster looking to eat him, will he beg for mercy or make a sword?" You asked.
"Sir…we don't live in the Hyborian Age of Conan, no one in Humanity is like Conan." The Doctor said.
"Then we'll have to make them like it then…because when monsters are at the gate, I refuse to lay down and DIE!" You raised your voice in a mix of pride and arrogence. "If I am to die in this world, then I will die fighting."
"How sir?" The Doctor said. "How?"
You closed your eyes and looked back into the memories of the previous months to remember something.
One name stood out in particular.
"Misriah Armory." You said recalling a phonecall with a military contractor.
"Sir?" The Doctor said.
"Pull up the records for Misriah Armory's design staff and if any of the were killed by the Pulchra Syndrome." You ordered.
"Sir…that could take days." The Doctor said.
"Good, then I'll be able to meet with who's left and comb through any peculier designs and notes that the victims may have made." You said feeling the vigor of your soul return.
"Why?" The Doctor said.
"Because if I know anything about these strikes, these people were targeted for a reason, and what they left behind could be the key to giving us a chance against whatever caused this attack." You said.
"Sir…this wasn't an attack, this was …a Plegue." the Doctor said his voice wavering at that assertion as the evidence was slowly unfolded in front of him.
"Indeed it was an unexplained phenomena, and it shall remain as such." You said. "Nothing leaves this room, and prepare the reports on my request."
"Yes sir, what should we tell the others." The Doctor said.
"Let them into this gently…I don't want them to think your crazy." You said.
"Sir…your all but crazy." The Doctor said.
"Insanity is not recognizing we're being prepared for an invasion Doctor." You said. " I have files from small companies to look into, and a speech to prepare for the UNSC."
"Good luck sir." The Doctor said, his certainty shattered as the new reality finally settled.
"Don't wish me luck yet…we still have to get what we need." You said.
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You stood outside Misriah Armory lobby with a cool and collected glare. Their CEO was waiting to meet you as he chatted along, he was scared…fightened and knew all to well why you were here.
"I'm told that many members of your staff suffer Pulchra Syndrome." You said calmly as the man gulped.
"Yes." He said calmly, motioning you to the elevator. "And I'm sure your not here to look over a contract for our new weapons systems?"
"Oh, we'll get to that…I'm here to discuss the notes and designs of your departed fellows." You said. "And organize their legacy into something more tangible then notes and files."
The CEO was quiet, flabbergasted, and above all afraid. "How did you know that they took notes of their peculiar designs?"
"I'm not an idiot they were targeted for a reason…and if we're lucky they left us the tools capible of avenging them." You said.
The CEO was quiet as he left the elevator. "Targeted? Are we…being invaded? Are we under threat?"
"I don't know…but my hypothesis is that anything unknown that happens without explanation as of late should be considered a hostile act by a greater force than you or I…and I'm sticking to it."You said.
"Now." You sat down. "I'd like to draft a contract. And review those designs"
You hoped that despite everything, with so much potential cut down before they could start...they were smart enough to write some of their designs down and maybe you could salvage something from it all.
There had to be some hope at the end of it.
AN: Dice Gods in Main Quest:Millions are Dead. Earth has been softened up for an invasion and all hope lies with a Random Tech CEO, HARD MODE IS COMING!
Lord Hood: Aliens are attacking My Homeworld! I will make that difficult for them and die trying!
Enjoy.
(Lord Hood's POV)
124 million people. Struck almost simultaneously and killed just as quickly.
Lord Hood was nothing if not aware of the major happenings in the world. That awareness was a significant reason why he had pushed his allies to take a more proactive role on the global stage. They were no longer alone,they had to act like it.
This was no plague. No... this felt like the prelude to something far worse.
An invasion or an alien assault meant to cripple them, either way, it was far more than what had been reported to the public.
If there was one thing Hood knew, it was that this entire situation was far beyond what a Vice Admiral of his station in a mid-level power could hope to address. What could he do against forces capable of tearing his world asunder with a mere thought?
If he had his way, he'd have a united Earth barreling toward this threat with the force of an angry god.
But, then again, he couldn't shift the course of an entire planet. Hell, he could barely sway the appeals of a single continent. This was a far larger stage than he had any right to tread upon… and yet.
And yet, he would fight on. It was his nature;his career, his life, everything he had built revolved around this principle. He would fight.
Because if he didn't, well… who would?
======================================
The world called it Pulchra Syndrome. It began with mass psychosis, followed by incoherent rambling… and then death.
"Lay it on me straight… Do you know what it is?" you asked the doctor about the reports from the NHS on the UK victims.
"I don't know, Sam… even now, there's no rhyme or reason to any of it. None of it makes sense. There's no medical, social, or even general connection between the victims. It's like they saw something and dropped dead; as if what they saw terrified them so deeply that death was preferable to life," the doctor replied.
That didn't explain much. Hell, it didn't clarify anything.
"How long do you think we have before the next great mess throws us into war?" you asked.
"We've avoided panic because of how sudden it all was… but I doubt we'll be so lucky next time," the doctor said. "Truth be told, boss, I think we're just counting down the minutes."
Ah, so that was how it was.
"So we're doomed?" you asked.
"If it was an attack, it struck completely at random. I'd hate to imagine the chaos that would follow if they deliberately targeted anyone," the doctor said.
That was a damning prognosis. Worse than even your most pessimistic fears. At least in your darkest imaginings, there was some hope of identifying the enemy and beginning to fight them.
"Anything else we can gather from this?" You asked hoping that some silver lining could be pulled from this.
"If it was deliberate it took a lot of time for the damned things to strike, was probably taxing and difficult to replicate…so, it can only do it once in a blue moon." The Doctor said.
"So we can't be second attack to cause more damage and panic?" You said.
"Yes sir." The Doctor said, finishing looking at the Chart.
"I feel like I'm in a Lovecraftian horror story and I'm going to do my damn best to make sure Narlethotep bleeds." You said.
"That may be impossible sir…" The Doctor said. "Elder Gods of Lovecraft don't bleed."
"When a man only has a hunk of steel and a monster looking to eat him, will he beg for mercy or make a sword?" You asked.
"Sir…we don't live in the Hyborian Age of Conan, no one in Humanity is like Conan." The Doctor said.
"Then we'll have to make them like it then…because when monsters are at the gate, I refuse to lay down and DIE!" You raised your voice in a mix of pride and arrogence. "If I am to die in this world, then I will die fighting."
"How sir?" The Doctor said. "How?"
You closed your eyes and looked back into the memories of the previous months to remember something.
One name stood out in particular.
"Misriah Armory." You said recalling a phonecall with a military contractor.
"Sir?" The Doctor said.
"Pull up the records for Misriah Armory's design staff and if any of the were killed by the Pulchra Syndrome." You ordered.
"Sir…that could take days." The Doctor said.
"Good, then I'll be able to meet with who's left and comb through any peculier designs and notes that the victims may have made." You said feeling the vigor of your soul return.
"Why?" The Doctor said.
"Because if I know anything about these strikes, these people were targeted for a reason, and what they left behind could be the key to giving us a chance against whatever caused this attack." You said.
"Sir…this wasn't an attack, this was …a Plegue." the Doctor said his voice wavering at that assertion as the evidence was slowly unfolded in front of him.
"Indeed it was an unexplained phenomena, and it shall remain as such." You said. "Nothing leaves this room, and prepare the reports on my request."
"Yes sir, what should we tell the others." The Doctor said.
"Let them into this gently…I don't want them to think your crazy." You said.
"Sir…your all but crazy." The Doctor said.
"Insanity is not recognizing we're being prepared for an invasion Doctor." You said. " I have files from small companies to look into, and a speech to prepare for the UNSC."
"Good luck sir." The Doctor said, his certainty shattered as the new reality finally settled.
"Don't wish me luck yet…we still have to get what we need." You said.
-----------------------------------------
You stood outside Misriah Armory lobby with a cool and collected glare. Their CEO was waiting to meet you as he chatted along, he was scared…fightened and knew all to well why you were here.
"I'm told that many members of your staff suffer Pulchra Syndrome." You said calmly as the man gulped.
"Yes." He said calmly, motioning you to the elevator. "And I'm sure your not here to look over a contract for our new weapons systems?"
"Oh, we'll get to that…I'm here to discuss the notes and designs of your departed fellows." You said. "And organize their legacy into something more tangible then notes and files."
The CEO was quiet, flabbergasted, and above all afraid. "How did you know that they took notes of their peculiar designs?"
"I'm not an idiot they were targeted for a reason…and if we're lucky they left us the tools capible of avenging them." You said.
The CEO was quiet as he left the elevator. "Targeted? Are we…being invaded? Are we under threat?"
"I don't know…but my hypothesis is that anything unknown that happens without explanation as of late should be considered a hostile act by a greater force than you or I…and I'm sticking to it."You said.
"Now." You sat down. "I'd like to draft a contract. And review those designs"
You hoped that despite everything, with so much potential cut down before they could start...they were smart enough to write some of their designs down and maybe you could salvage something from it all.
There had to be some hope at the end of it.
AN: Dice Gods in Main Quest:Millions are Dead. Earth has been softened up for an invasion and all hope lies with a Random Tech CEO, HARD MODE IS COMING!
Lord Hood: Aliens are attacking My Homeworld! I will make that difficult for them and die trying!
Enjoy.
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so one a scale of 1 to 10 how bad is it that all of those people are dead
- Location
- colombia
8-ish
The world now relies on our MC to get aid from the traveller
But give it 13 years before the next gen of speakers become old enougj to be child soldiers/child prophets
So is not all lost
But we need to slow down the fucking chimera
I reccomend doing armor integration,given destiny earth is late 2020s to 2040s maybe even 2050s level of tech (drone and AI integration)
We could make a good progress towards autowar against the chimera
I reccomend working along ukraine given they likely got a fair share of field experience (and they are gonna be the bulwark against the chimera om the european front
This one is neat as it gets
A +10 per dice means we get a exponential increases of positive crits
(To hit a crit we only need roll a 90 or higher once from the dozens of dices,every dice has 10% crit chance)
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