Interest Check & Idea Thread

[Mr_John]

It's one o'clock in the morning. Perfect time.

You go to bed pretty tired. Today had been a drag. Waking up late, rushing to get to work, finding out that the entire computer system was on the fritz, and basically non-stop running around interspersed with what seemed like hours of quiet monotony had conspired to drain your soul.

Bed was good. Bed was nice. Bed was making you sleepy....

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You wake up to the sound of explosions. For a moment, you have no clue what you're looking at. Just that it's green.

Then the details filter in. It's green, alright. Green and leafy.

Last time you checked, you had a roof. And lived in the city. Also, your bed was kind of crunchy and those were twigs, weren't they?

What the fuck?

Then there's another explosion, and another, and very quickly you aren't as worried about waking up in a fucking forest as you were five seconds ago.

[X]Run away from the booms! It isn't fucking rocket science!

[X]Hide, holy shit, it's far enough away that it probably isn't going to hit you, and if some wandering group of terrorists blows your head off- that would suck.

[X]Go... Towards the explosions? Well, explosions mean people, and you just woke up in a fucking forest. A bullet or a bomb is probably less painful (and quicker) than a bear or a tiger or starving, right?

 

[Mr_John]

You all are boring.

When I demand entertainment at 1:20 in the morning, I expect to have it! Yet there wasn't a single response here. Bah.

Instead, I went to /tg/. I'll copy/paste what I made there over here.

 

[Grosstoad]

You all are boring.

When I demand entertainment at 1:20 in the morning, I expect to have it! Yet there wasn't a single response here. Bah.

Instead, I went to /tg/. I'll copy/paste what I made there over here.

Click to shrink...

Yes, yes. Trying to prick attention from QQ-chat to that thread, since I am probably going to be distracted in the following hours.

 

[Mr_John]

You really, really should do something.

But, but, forest! What the hell happened there!? You look around, mildly uncertain as to wether or not you're in a dream. Everything feels real enough, and the trees and foliage are pretty clear.

Clear and thick. You probably can't see more than twenty feet in any direction. Meanwhile, the explosions have tapered off into silence, and the forest has fallen eerily quiet.

You aren't sure, but shouldn't here be some birds or something? Bugs? Maybe not so soon after the big booms, though. Makes sense.

A howl rips through the air, loud and piercing. It actually hurts your brain, somehow, and while it continues you can't think of anything but the rising, falling tones.

Then it ends, and you're on your knees, clutching at the grass hard enough to tear into the soft earth.

Another howl tears through the trees.

This time, it's closer.

[X] Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck ohfuckfuckfuck RUN!

[X]Shit. Wolves. They can't climb trees, right? It looks like one of the closer ones might be short enough to get a good grip on.

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When faced with dangerous beasts that could feasibly tear you limb from limb, far away from home, in unfamiliar territory, you do the instinctual thing.

Run. Run like the wind, like someone is offering free chocolates and sex, like there's things that have very sharp teeth running behind you.

They also snarl very angrily. This is not something you are pleased to learn, because it means that they're close enough for you to hear them.

There's a lot of them. You risk a glance backwards, and between the over abundance of greenery you can see flashes of black. Black and red.

Wolves are usually brown, you're pretty sure. Neither are they size of a motorcycle.

Oh wow, that's quite the second wind you just received. Cramps? They can fuck you up later, because right now there's murderbeasts from hell behind you.

Of course, because you're a lowly human and those things probably eat bears and tigers for breakfast, they're catching up. Really quickly.

Suddenly, there's a flash of blue. Something-no, someone sprints by you, a hammer raised high behind them. The wind from their passage bowls you over. Luckily, the grass is soft enough to cushion your fall.

For a minute, you just lie there, dazed. Then you start pulling yourself up, look back, and your jaw drops.

The dude is beating the demon-wolves with his hammer. He is swinging a giant slab of metal half his size around like it's made of styrofoam, and knocking the demon-things around with ease.

It's almost like he's dancing, with his hammer as his partner. Swing, dip, twirl, he goes through each motion smoothly. It isn't enough. As you watch, he receives his first wound, a long slash that cuts across his forearm. Barely flinching, he proceeds to smash the offending wolf hard enough to send it flying through a tree.

Through it. It literally breaks through the trunk of the tree. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't get back up.

Instead, it starts melting.

What the fuck kind of drug trip are you /on./

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You manage to drag your gaze away from the melting pile of goop, and focus on hammer-dude. At the same time, he manages to notice you.

You can see the surprise all the way over here.

"What the hell are you doing!? Run to the outpost, you idiot!"

Ah, yeah, running is probably a good idea. Scrambling to your feet, you very quickly set off in the direction Hammer-guy came from. He was probably at this outpost. You hope.

It's barely a minute of running before you stumble across a scene straight out of a nightmare.

There's black goop everywhere. It's like the stuff from the monster that died earlier, only there's a shit-ton more of it. It's all in a clearing, but given the way there are stumps, holes, and smashed bits of wood everywhere, you can safely guess that it wasn't always a clearing. This is probably where the explosions came from.

Looking it over, you catch a glimpse of purple-ish red out in the midst of the small lake of goop. It's hard to make out, since it's lying against a mostly-intact tree trunk and absolutely covered in the black tar, but it looks like... A person.

They aren't moving.

With a wary glance around, you start heading towards the person. Carefully avoiding touching any of the goop, you make your way through the battlefield.

Arriving at the trunk, you make your way around the edge to find-

...Well.

It used to be a person.

The gashes and missing arm make it clear that it isn't any more.

It's...Disgusting, up close. You've never seen anything this gory before, and you feel kind of numb. You know you should be panicking or something, but nothing's really breaking through the shield of shock and adrenaline surrounding your brain.

Kneeling down, you get a good look at them. Her. Why? Some kind of morbid curiosity, you guess. Her outfit is really similar to hammer-dudes, with only minor differences. A couple of ribbons added, some embroidery. Maybe more, but you didn't exactly get a good look at hammer-guy.
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Of course, it's pretty much ruined by the tears and blood-stains. Still... Someone went to a lot of effort to make the clothes.

Glancing at the glazed, brown eyes of their wearer, you guess it doesn't really matter anymore. Aren't you supposed to close the eyes after death, or something like that? Reaching out- when did your hand start trembling?- You gently brush down on the eyelids.

You feel a bit better, now that she isn't forever staring into empty space.

You can't do much more for her. But... She can do something for you.

Beside her lies a sword. Pretty short, you'd guess that it's maybe a bit smaller than your arm. It's stained with the black tar covering everything else, but it's still sharp. Strapped to her other arm is a shield, with obvious scratch marks and damage. Strapped to her waist is a surprisingly large revolver, and the pouch on the opposite side probably contains ammo.

There's dangerous things in the forest. You found that out pretty fast. And as horrible as it seems, whoever this girl is- God, she can't be older than eighteen- she doesn't need them anymore.

You want to live.

[X]Sword. It's got a large enough handle to wield with two hands.

[X]Sword and Shield. You don't really know how to use either, but it's better than nothing.

[X]Gun, with ammo pouch. You've used a revolver before, and you're a decent shot. Reloading takes time, but not as long as most people think it does.

[X]Gun with Shield. Unwieldy, but you need some sort of back-up that doesn't require you to drop the revolver if you want to use it.

[X]Sword and Gun. You can use the gun in your left hand and the sword in your right. The holster is right side, and you won't be able to reload with one hand, so you'll need to be able to store the firearm quickly.

[X]Take it all? If you do, you'll have to choose either the sword or the gun to use primarily, and there's no way you can take the shield without wearing it. You could try to use all three at once, but...

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The sword is the easiest. Literally just laying on the ground next to a... Severed arm, you just picked it up, wiped it awkwardly on a clear patch of grass, and set it next to you.

The shield was harder. You tried to ignore the way her arm just flopped around, no resistance at all as you fiddled with the straps. Eventually, it came off. It wasn't big, but that just made it easier to throw around without weighing down your arm, you guessed. Putting it on was harder. With effectively one hand to do it with, but you managed.

The gun was the worst. You had to slide a hand underneath her body, lifting it away from the log it was resting on to completely unwrap the belt. Your arm came away coated in blood.

The belt itself wasn't going to fit on your waist. Luckily, you went to bed in your work clothes, too exhausted to change. Your belt fit through the straps on the revolver holster, and the ammo pack fit as well. The pack itself was practically full. It looked like the previous owner didn't use it much. Maybe if she had, she wouldn't have-

No. Thoughts like that weren't productive. Standing up, you adjust the belt and scoop up the sword. Taking a few practice swings, it comes as a pleasant surprise when it's light enough to barely strain your muscles. What was it made out of? It looked like iron, but something this size made of iron would be much heavier.

The sheath was tucked onto your left, and putting it into and pulling it out of the stiff leather case came easily. Drawing across your body meant that you had to pull out pretty far before you could angle it, or the sword would lock in the sheath and refuse to come out, but it was easy enough to do slowly.

You probably wouldn't get the chance to pull it out slowly if you needed it.

Once you're finished, you gaze down at the girl. Or what's left of her, anyway.

"Thank you."

Two words break the silence. It's the least you can do.

Of course, as soon as you say it, the sound of chittering echoes from the forest.

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Creeping out from behind the trees is... Something.

It's child sized, about half your height. It has a torso, a head, and four single jointed limbs.

That's where the similarities to a human end. Almost entirely black, it sort of slinks across the ground, crouching down until it's almost lower than your knees. The head is cartoonishly round, but the features are anything but silly.

Red, burning eyes peer out at you. A gigantic maw nearly splits it's head in half, filled with black rows of teeth like a shark. Each limb is tipped with claws nearly a foot in length, each bright red at the tip before fading into the same indistinct darkness that makes up the rest of the body.

It isn't eager to close the distance between the two of you. It isn't even focused on you, actually. It only glances at you, somewhat nervously, before it's gaze returns to the body of the girl.

It looks hungry.

Fuck that. You've got weapons, and there's no way you'll let the girl be eaten by some carrion creature when she gave you a fighting chance.

[X] Sheath the sword, and open fire on the thing. Aim for the head, you guess?

[X]Sit and wait for it to come to you. You have time. Start slashing when it gets close enough.

[X]Charge! You might scare it off, and even if you don't, you'll have the advantage of aggression. At least, you think aggression was an advantage?

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Distance is good. It means you aren't as close to those dangerous looking claws. Carefully watching the thing, you sheath your sword. Reaching down to your side, you flip open the holster and draw the revolver. It has the usual configuration, six chambers, grip, trigger and that thingy that you cock. Snapping it open, a quick glance and spin with your thumb shows all six chambers loaded with red stamped bullets. Shutting it, you look back at the creature. It's crept a bit closer, but not much, and it doesn't react as you raise the gun and aim.

CRACK

The recoil is /tremendous/, and your entire arm is forced back and up. Completely unprepared, you're forced to take a step back, and your shot goes wide.

Of course, if still manages to be effective, seeing as the bullet explodes upon hitting the ground past the creature.

It chitters loudly, sprinting off to the left, away from both the loud sound and you. Meanwhile, you're busy shaking out your somewhat numb hand, and blinking at the new crater.

Last time you checked, bullets didn't explode. So, another thing crazy-world did differently. It would explain all the craters everywhere, but the gun was still full and unused when you took it from her. What had made all the holes? Maybe her partner, hammer-guy?

Oh. Shit, hammer-guy!

He was still back there, fighting those giant wolf monsters! The similar outfit to the girl probably meant they were on the same team or something, and of she had died, how was hammer-guy doing?

More importantly, could you do anything about it?

You had weapons now, and at least one pretty darn powerful one. Now at you knew about the ridiculous kickback, you could compensate, although it meant you could only fire once every couple of seconds.

[X]Go back and help hammer-guy.

[X]It sucks, but you need to find this outpost. Skilled reinforcements would be much more helpful.

[X]If you leave, more scavengers would come. What about the girl? She's dead, but you owe her something at least.

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On one hand, you have gun that shoots explosions.

On the other hand- actually, he was using a hammer. Right next to the wolves. If you missed, you might not just distract him or get yourself killed, you might actually kill him yourself.

You weren't a movie hero, and somewhat skilled with a gun wasn't skilled enough to shoot near other people.

You hadn't ever used a sword before in your life. It seemed easy enough, but as light as it was, would it actually even cut through the monsters? If you got yourself killed, it'd probably be even worse for hammer-guy.

If you were just going to be a distraction at best, and another (potentially lethal) threat at worst, it was best if you stayed away.

You couldn't just leave him to die after saving your life, though. The best you could do... Is look for people who could help him in your stead.

If he came from an outpost, there should be more people there, right? And any outpost worth anything would have more than two guards, soldiers, whatever.

Glancing once more at your provider, you apologize silently. You couldn't stick around to keep her in... Mostly one piece.

Finding the correct path is pretty easy. It's the one that's dotted with craters and the black tar.

Pausing for a moment, you reload the revolver. Oddly enough, there isn't a casing in the chamber- it's completely empty. Testing with a finger shows that there isn't any residue at all- it's like it had never been fired.

Shrugging, you slot a new round into the gun. It only made reloading easier.

Starting off at a swift jog, you follow the trail of destruction. As you advance, the craters become fewer and fewer, the piles of goop lessening until there aren't any at all.

Luckily, you've also reached a road. To the left, it stretches into the distance, cutting a path through the forest as far as you can see. To the right?

There's a large grey tower dominating the horizon.

It's easy to tell which direction you'll be going.

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Maybe five minutes later, you're approaching the tower. A small wall came into view a minute ago, and you're almost at the gate. Strangely enough, even though you've been setting a pretty quick pace, you're only now starting to tire. Thirty seconds of jogging would've had you puffing yesterday.

For the first time, it occurs to you that maybe not only your surroundings have changed. Whatever brought you here... It did something to you, too.

It's a scary thought.

Luckily, you've reached the gate.

"HEEY! EMERGENCY! SOMEONE OPEN-"

And then the huge wooden doors /slam/ open, and you come face to face with one of the most intimidating people you've ever seen.

He's probably a foot taller than you, and you aren't short. He's also armored in plate mail that glitters in the sunlight, only missing a helmet.

He also has a sword that's bigger than your torso. It's really hard to miss, because it's swinging at you!

You barely get the shield up in time, when the flat of the blade slams into you. Even so, you're knocked right off your feet, flying backwards to slam into the ground on your back.

All the breath leaves you in a rush, and you see stars dancing. When you blink them away, you came face-to-face with a very pointy slab of metal.

"Where is my daughter!? Why are you bearing her weapons!? If you've harmed a single hair on her head, I will personally-" Oh no.

"She's dead!"

For a long moment, there's only silence. You're looking down the length of an absolutely gigantic sword at the father of the girl who's body you looted.

There's a sort of twisted shock on his face, like he's trying to decide wether or not I'm lying.

With another load roar, he pulls the hunk of metal back and starts bringing it down. Desperately, you roll to the side, and the sword slams into the dirt. The shockwave of it's passage through the air rolls you several feet, and when you stop, you're coughing from all of the dust it kicked up.

Of course, the sudden boot to your chest doesn't help.

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"Explain! If you do not, I shall rip your head from your body with my bare hands!"

Struggling for breath, you choke the story out. You woke up, the wolves, hammer-guy, finding her, needing weapons, your looting, and looking for help.

Once more, there's silence. Then the boot leaves your chest, and the giant is striding away, not even looking at you. He's barking orders at several men in the some kind of chain mail. They each have weapons of their own, spears, and definitely look militarily organized. The way they snap to attention does nothing to counter your assumption.

The man is... Organizing a search party? Several men break off from the main group, running back into the walls. The rest, a total of about fifteen, salute, before rushing back into the outpost in an orderly group.

The man simply turns and /sprints/ down the road. Within seconds, he's shrinking into the distance, and all you can do is gape in shock.

It's pretty clear what's happening. The man is going to his daughter, and probably to rescue hammer-guy. The other men looked... Like normal soldiers. Rank-and-file. Since they didn't take off with the man, you assume that they can't move nearly as fast.

Still... What should you do?

[X]Go after the man. You found reinforcements. Even if you can only guard the girl from pests until she can be returned for burial, that's better than nothing, right?

[X]Follow the soldiers into the outpost. The man was more than strong enough to handle everything by himself. There's no need for you to risk your life and health when the giant has it under control.

[X]Just... Leave. You already found help. Staying here with a soon-to-be-grieving father, after you stole his dead daughter's weapons...

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You can't just... Leave it like this. Hammer-guy might've sacrificed his life for you, and you just took stuff from his partners corpse.

You owe him- them- your life.

Before you realize it, your legs are pumping, and you're running down the road full-tilt. Within a minute, the spot where you found the road is within sight, and you ever off to the side. Once more, you follow the trail of destruction.

This time, however, when you reach the clearing there's more activity. That giant slab of metal is buried in an absolutely gigantic pile of goop, and the man is gently scooping up his daughter.

Then he turns, and walks right past you. Heading back towards the road. You can't help it- you reach out, grasping his shoulder.

"Wait, what about the other guy?! He needs help!"

For the first time, you get a good look at the mans face.

Short, cropped hair and a trimmed beard outline his features in a dull gray. Lines and liver spots mark his face, and his eyebrows are draw together in an angry grimace.

"No."

He shakes off your hand, resuming his march.

"But he needs-" you try again, but even before You can finish, he cuts you off.

"Damn what that boy needs! If he cannot protect my daughter, then he does not deserve her! Let him die!" The march transforms into a run, and within seconds he's out of your sight.

You're left in the clearing.

For a moment, you can't believe what you just saw. Is he really going to condemn a man to death as some sort of twisted revenge?

In a flash, you know what you're going to do. Turning, you start running.

A howl echoes from the forest before you. It sounds triumphant.

You double your pace.

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There isn't any time to pause. The wolves come into sight, and you have a few moments to think.

There's only three of them left. They're circling hammer-guy. He's covered in wounds, blood seeping from him everywhere. The hammer is resting on the ground, although he still has a firm grip on the handle.

This all passes in a flash, and then you slam into the nearest beast, shield first.

It's enough to throw it off it's feet, although the impact nearly knocks you out. With the sword in your hand, you stab forward wildly, shoving the metal into the fur before you. You can barely aim, and the writhing of the beast isn't helping. It's howling in pain, and you have a moment to think that you might just kill it before you get hit by a bus.

Or rather, you get hit by one of the remaining wolves. Immediately you're on the ground, and the wolf is above you, snapping at you. Somehow you manage to put the shield between your neck and the snarling jaws, and teeth lock down on your defense. It rips back and forth, and you're pretty sure you heard your joint pop out of the socket.

That's okay, because it gave you time to draw the revolver. And from this distance, there's no way you could possibly miss.

A shot goes straight into the chest of the wolf, and everything turns to pain.

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And part one is over!

If there's ever a second installation, I might run it on /tg/. Properly.

 

[iamnuff]

Huh. That actually looks pretty good.

Random amnesiac SI-style dude in RWBY?

 

[Guile]

New idea:

"And what if I win?~"
"You can take Kage back to hell, to be your little bitch~"
-- Rock Off Challenge contestant

You play a pair of rockers that challenged the Lord of Hell to a Rock Off - and lost. They're dragged down into hell for a period of no less than 666 years. Before the Devil can properly set them up to whatever torment awaits them, he's called off on business (that FUCKING fiddle player again, he's just screwing with me now!). The rockers get to wander hell not unlike TotalAbsolutism's quest over in the NSFW forum, except it's a realm inspired much more by Brutal Legend. Metal themes abound, music is power, cameos by suspiciously Ozzy and Dio-looking demons, etcetera.

 

[Vanathor]

New idea:

"And what if I win?~"
"You can take Kage back to hell, to be your little bitch~"
-- Rock Off Challenge contestant

You play a pair of rockers that challenged the Lord of Hell to a Rock Off - and lost. They're dragged down into hell for a period of no less than 666 years. Before the Devil can properly set them up to whatever torment awaits them, he's called off on business (that FUCKING fiddle player again, he's just screwing with me now!). The rockers get to wander hell not unlike TotalAbsolutism's quest over in the NSFW forum, except it's a realm inspired much more by Brutal Legend. Metal themes abound, music is power, cameos by suspiciously Ozzy and Dio-looking demons, etcetera.

Click to shrink...

All my YES. You must do this.

 

[Sheaman3773]

Not sure this is the right place for this, but where that better place might be, I don't know.

The Big Three

What do you do when the first time you try to use your brand new superpower, it creates a man in a mirror? What's this 'magic' he's talking about?

Taylor Hebert, meet your new familiar, Blake Thorburn.

Worm/Pact

 

[Ohdat]

Scary_but_Reasonable_for_40k!Samus Quest.

Starting with the end-game Echo's loadout, Samus kills the Emperor Ing but fails to make it out in time. Dark Aether's dimensional collapse...

[x] sends her to some planet with a serious Chaos uprising-in-progress, captured by a Daemon Prince, and is "converted."
[x] leaves her on a inner Tau Sept. Completely peaceful.
[x] finds her on a cut off Imperial Guard world beset by Orks, with her arrival letting her save a radical Inquisitor.
[x] causes her to interrupt Eldar psyker dickery. WIP


Now if I could do it justice...

 

[Alexander]

Alright, I feel like writing a couple of snippets/one-shots for your amusement (and my own too since I like writing), but to begin I need your help. The setting of both is RWBY:

1) The first one is RWBY with elements of Highschool DxD. You will see familiar faces ^^. The premise is already made.

2) The second one is where I need your help. It's a crossover with Fate/Apocrypha, where the Holy Grail send four Servants to Remnant due to the careless wish of one of them. Who those four are, you decide!

Choose four:
[] Saber of Black: Siegfried
[] Saber of Red: Mordred
[] Lancer of Black: Vlad Tepes III
[] Lancer of Red: Karna
[] Archer of Black: Chiron
[] Archer of Red: Atalanta
[] Rider of Black: Astolfo
[] Rider of Red: Achilles
[] Berserker of Black: Frankenstein's Monster
[] Berserker of Red: Spartacus
[] Assassin of Black: Jack the Ripper
[] Assassin of Red: Semiramis
[] Caster of Black: Solomon ibn Gabirol
[] Caster of Red: Shakespeare
[] Ruler: Joan of Arc
[] Ex-Ruler: Shirou Kotomine, real name Shirou Tokisada Amakusa

 

[kinglugia]

Alexander
If it's the second, these'll be my choices
[X] Saber of Black: Siegfried
[X] Lancer of Red: Karna
[X] Rider of Red: Achilles
[X] Lancer of Black: Vlad Tepes III

 

[Alexander]

Only kinglugia voted? C'mon people, give me at least two more votes!

 

[iamnuff]

sorry, RWBY still has my attention, but "X is a [Fate] servant in Y Crossover" doesn't really interest me anymore.

Achilles could be interesting, because one of the existing RWBY characters is based on him, and ex-ruler is obviously some sort of mystery box, but the rest of them just get a resounding "meh" from me.

 

[Megaolix]

Incidentally Alexander, I know some complain about posting votes in an interest thread instead of a proper quest thread. Not everyone check interest.

And if I allow my bias to speak... I'm not sure my heart would liek you starting another thing that would divide your attention further.

 

[Alexander]

Incidentally Alexander, I know some complain about posting votes in an interest thread instead of a proper quest thread. Not everyone check interest.

Click to shrink...

Okay, gotcha.

And if I allow my bias to speak... I'm not sure my heart would like you starting another thing that would divide your attention further.

Click to shrink...

...Did you miss the part about those being one-shots?

 

[Megaolix]

...Did you miss the part about those being one-shots?

Click to shrink...

...Yes?

 

[Silversun17]

[X] Ruler: Joan of Arc
[X] Saber of Red: Mordred
[X] Archer of Red
[X] Caster of Red: Shakespeare

 

[Lone Wolf 666]

High School DXD/Rosario + Vampire/Fate/Night series/ Other quest idea:

One moment your species, was doing whatever it is your doing. Then the next, transported to million years in the future. Along with your enemies and allies. But you don't know that.

Welcome to the future. For man have conquer the sins of Pandora. Soar through the heavens. And grasp the power of the gods themselves!. Unfortunately, through their hubris. Erase themselves in an orgy of violence. Amidst their glimmering tower's of wonders. Shadows of war long past and enigmatic technology.

As the transportation event stops. Which place was everyone transported to?:

FORGE WORLD

DYSON SPHERE

RING WORLD

FLEET GRAVEYARD


Choose species:
Angels

Fallen

Devils

Youkai(specify)

Other's:

Basically play as a Civilization/quest game. Civilization in the sense of surviving and rebuilding. And a quest to find out why human disappear or studying and scavenging ancient human technology.

 

[Alexander]

"Run run run!"

"Wait for me!"

"Shit! It's coming closer!"

Dark Hour, Tartarus. In one of the lower floors, a group composed of Yukari Takeba, Junpei Iori and Minato Arisato is running for the lives. The reason?

Why, no one else but the ominous Shadow know as [The Reaper], blood-stained trench coat gliding over the ground and two long-barrel revolvers in its hands, a single glowing left yellow eye glaring balefully at them.

"This is all your fault Stupei!" Yukari cries.

"HOW is this my fau-Ack!" Distracted by Yukari's accusation, Junpei stumbles and falls to the ground. He keeps the grip on the katana in his hands, but his Evoker falls out of its holster and fall to the ground.

"Get up!" Minato helps the cap-wearing youth back on his feet and drag him. "We need to reach the teleporter!"

"Wait! My Evoker!"

"Forget it!"

Doing a last push the group of Persona users manages to reach the device and use it to instantly reach the atrium, escaping the Reaper.

The immensely powerful shadow grunts in irritation and turns around, instincts already urging him to search another prey-

Until its gaze falls on the Evoker lost by Junpei. The moment it did so a strange compulsion overcomes the Shadow. Letting go of the revolvers, who keep spinning in concentric blurs in midair, his hands reach out for the Evoker and pick it up.

Then it grabs both halves and break it apart.

The Plume of Dusk, so called because it was a material shed by Nyx's original body in primordial times, and what made the summoning of Persona possible shoot out of it container and slams into the Reaper's face, right where the right eye should be located.

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Back in Tartarus' lobby the members of SEES freeze as an inhuman scream tears through the night.

"...We pissed that thing big time, did we?"

"Amen that."

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Igor's bloodshot eyes snap open as the Velvet Room trembles like under the effect of a earthquake.

"Master?!" Elizabeth asks with worry, having never experienced this phenomenon. "What's happening."

"This..." Igor looks up at the hidden ceiling, a mix of fear and wonder on his wrinkled face. "Something that should have been impossible...happened.

And I can't tell if it is a good or bad thing."

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You writhe in pain, liquid fire pouring though every veins of your body starting from your right eye socket. Your hands claw at the cloth covering your head, searching for some form of relief, until in desperation you grab it and tears it off.

The moment your skin tastes the touch of fresh air you cough harshly, pain replaced by exhaustion. You fall to the ground face first, letting the cold surface cool down your still hot body.

Panting you look around, until you find a window from which you can make out your reflection in it.

The first thing that you notice is your eyes: both are glowing, but the left one is deep yellow while the right one is a deep blue.

What do you look like?

[] Random
[] Find an image (only human and human-looking)
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Reaper Quest: a Super Boss is you!

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Basically, what it said above. You're in Persona 3. You're the Reaper. Something happened and now you look human. Things go downhill from there.​

 

[iamnuff]

seems interesting, but i've never played persona.

 

[EvaUnit01]

[x] Find an image (only human and human-looking)
-[x]Yukari's evil twin???

 

[Skitzyfrenic]

It would be my first time being the QM, but would people be interested in an Abyssal exalt quest in Worm?

I was thinking infernal, except there's a few of those already. And I want to try my hand at it, so here I am seeing if people would be interested in the very general concept.

 

[Heaven Canceler]

It would be my first time being the QM, but would people be interested in an Abyssal exalt quest in Worm?

I was thinking infernal, except there's a few of those already. And I want to try my hand at it, so here I am seeing if people would be interested in the very general concept.

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Aren't there a couple Exalt Quests using most Exalt types for Worm all over the Internet already? I believe there are some on SB and Sufficient Velocity. I am not all that interested in Worm as a Setting, but if there are other People interested, go for it.

 

[Guile]

Basically, what it said above. You're in Persona 3. You're the Reaper. Something happened and now you look human. Things go downhill from there.

Click to shrink...

Kinda reminds me of this fic I started where the Reaper was Yuri Hyuuga doing his 'mad monster' routine after he ate that god. He's just been rampaging around through the Midnight Hour since before WWII.

Eventually he comes back to himself and crashes on the SEES couch like a lazy slug.

 

[DuskAtDawn]

Huh. Much different than my usual fare, but I was inspired today. Original Setting... sort of.

///The Dreamer's Mansion///

You wake up.

Well, of course you wake up. That's just what happens when you die in dreams, whether it's from being stabbed through the heart, or from falling to your death, or from choking on a pretzel.

You die, and you wake up. And you go back to sleep. Because that's what you do.

You're the Sleeper. You used to have another name, but that was a long time ago, a thousand lifetimes and change. Trapped in this mansion, on this floor, in these five rooms. It was scary at first, but you don't need to eat. Or drink.

Just sleep. And dream, naturally. In your dreams, you're free... for a while. Until the Wakers come. Or maybe you just screw up and die normally.

Eventually, you'll find him, though. The Dreamer.

What will you do when you find him?

...

Huh. You've not thought about that for a long time. Ask him... stuff, you guess?

Well, until then, you've got limited choices. You can sleep, or stay awake. For a while, that is. You'll sleep eventually, one way or another.

[] Sleep. (Choose Fandom. Roll 1d6 for Station of Canon.)
[] Stay awake.
-[] Look around the master bedroom.
-[] Head out into the hall.

///The Dreamer's Mansion///

Right, this requires a lot of explanation.

You (The players) woke up in an unfamiliar room a good while ago, having lived a pretty normal life thus far. After your initial panic attack, which lasted a couple of days, you fell asleep out of exhaustion.

You dreamed of being the protagonist in a story you've read before. You dreamt of that until you died, at which point you woke up. This repeated ad nauseum, until you stumbled across some information about the place you were in, a book kept in the bedside dresser.

It was confusing but you gathered a bit of useful knowledge from it.

1. Dreamer. There is an entity somewhere in the mansion that goes by the Role of Dreamer. It owns this mansion, and controls access to and from certain areas, among them the floor you're on. That's... actually all you know about it. Motive, identity, specific location, personality, all remain a mystery for now. This is a bit problematic, because in order to unlock more of the mansion, you need to find him in a dream, where he'll take on a semi-random character's role.
2. Sleeper. You, though you're not the first to take the role. You sleep, and you dream of being a protagonist in one fandom or another. Lucid dreams, naturally, though you're limited to what your Protagonist can do. It's not your dream, you see. The sleeper seems to have the most free will; The other two roles seem to be obligated to do one thing or another, but as long as you sleep every now and then, you can do whatever you feel like, so long as it's within your power.
3. Wakers. Three of them, they're your mortal enemies. They slip into the dream when you're in it, adopting another character's role, and do their damnedest to get you killed so you wake up and don't find the Dreamer. They don't or can't kill you directly, though, most of the time. You've only met two of them, you believe, because you've never identified all three in a single dream before, and they seem to have some set of rules they follow.

I thought about having the Wakers played by certain randomly-chosen questers, either through pms or IIRC, making it a sort of asymmetrical pvp scenario. Figured that'd be a little too hard to coordinate.

It's primarily a mystery quest, mixed with survival horror roguelike... if that makes any sense. Five people in every dream aren't what they appear, and your job is to figure out which the other four are before the Wakers figure out which you are.

You've not had any luck so far.

 

[Alexander]

Some days, Minato Arisato wondered what it would feel like to make a hole in his head and let the insides spill out of it.

But it wasn't as if he was tired with life.

He was depressed in the years following his parent's death, but who wouldn't.

He was weirded out when Pharos made him sign the contract, when Igor appeared in his dreams and when the Shadow Magician attacked the dorm.

He was perplexed when they explained Shadows, SEES and the whole Tartarus business, but went with it anyway.

He was overjoyed when he discovered that the use of an appropriate Persona improved his, until then, non-existent social life.

He was distraught when he learned of Nyx and the Fall.

He was adamant in his stubbornness when he refused to kill Ryoji.

He was at peace when he made the final sacrifice and sealed away Nyx.

He was relieved when Elizabeth one day told him she found a method to release him from the Seal without threatening humanity.

He was saddened when he discovered he arrived in a completely new world without a way back, but he rolled up his sleeves and toughened up.

So no, he never once entertained thoughts of suicide.

It all began when, one day, he passed in front of a paraplegic beggar. Without warning his mind went blank. When he regained control of his body said paraplegic beggar was jumping up and down on his now functional legs, screaming about a miracle. Not wanting to cause a scene he run away until he was in an abandoned alley. He wondered what happened.

And promptly freaked out when a voice in his head replied to his inquiry. When said voice introduced himself as his Persona Messiah, or as he was more widely know Jesus Christ, he seriously considered suing McDonalds, where he had lunch not even a hour ago, for drugging their burgers.

Sadly it was not the end. As more and more of his Persona started to acquire their own personalities he learned that in this new world supernatural things like magic and gods existed, but the latter couldn't normally walk on the earth because, when they do, an ancient curse would twist their minds and make them behave like jerks. Very powerful jerks with the power to wipe an entire city off the maps and the (lack of) morals to do it.

But, as Omoikane and other gods of wisdom theorized, his powers adapted to this world that lacked Shadows and Persona, allowing for Gods and other magical creatures to link with him, making possible for them to communicate with him, see the human world from his eyes and, as Messiah first demonstrated, possess his body to use their divine powers without the fear of the curse.

So while Minato was glad that multinationals weren't starting a campaign to conquer the world, he was reasonably pissed that his body was constantly hijacked when one of his numerous new friends felt the need to personally interfere in something.

Like the time Yamata no Orochi raided a liquor store.

Or the time Michael saw a sexy shop and burned down the "den of sin".

Or the time Norn spent an entire day telling people when and how they were going to die in the future.

Or the time Loki caused an international scandal that saw the Prime Minister changed for arson, jaywalking and passing a law that made marrying a sheep legal.

So when he woke up from yet another black-out, only to find himself wearing only a red toga and a laurel wreath, with a bottle of wine in one hand and a corkscrew in the other, while a lot of people he never saw before were having a massive orgy in front of him and Baccus laughed in his mind-

It was so strange that using the corkscrew to make a hole in his head in an effort to remove the presences from his brain was quickly appearing the only sane idea?

What should Minato do?

[] Corkscrew in the head. You faced Nyx and survived, this is nothing.
[] An exorcism. Surely HE will reply to someone backed by his own angels, right?
[] Get drunk. A lot. Until you can forget this whole mess, along with your name.
[] ???
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A Persona 3 and Campione! quest. Pretty crack-ish. Inspired by a truly hilarious Persona 4 fic.

 

[Heaven Canceler]

[X] Get drunk. A lot. Until you can forget this whole mess, along with your name.

 

[kinglugia]

Inspired by a truly hilarious Persona 4 fic.

Click to shrink...

Ooh, link please?
And so help me if it's the one by readerdreamer, forget it - I'm currently reading it.

 

[EvaUnit01]

[x] Corkscrew in the head. You faced Nyx and survived, this is nothing.

 

[kinglugia]

[X] Join the orgy. Maybe you could forget all your troubles for the time being by getting laid. A lot.