Roleplaying board in Spanish — games, stories, and systems.
Description
No.6994
/hisrol/ — Role in Spanish
Presentation
No.6998
Board Presentation — /hisrol/
This is Anatase's Spanish roleplaying board. You can use it to set up games with any system, turn-based strategy games, or simply to tell stories. You can also share anecdotes from your games.
You can have multiple active threads at the same time, as long as the previous one has reached the bump limit.
Rules
>Maintain a respectful tone with other participants.
>NSFW content goes in spoiler.
>No spam or derailing other threads.
>If a thread doesn't interest you, ignore it.
Bump limit: 200 posts. To roll dice type /roll{fórmula} in your post, for example 1d20 = 8.
This is Anatase's Spanish roleplaying board. You can use it to set up games with any system, turn-based strategy games, or simply to tell stories. You can also share anecdotes from your games.
You can have multiple active threads at the same time, as long as the previous one has reached the bump limit.
Rules
>Maintain a respectful tone with other participants.
>NSFW content goes in spoiler.
>No spam or derailing other threads.
>If a thread doesn't interest you, ignore it.
Bump limit: 200 posts. To roll dice type /roll{fórmula} in your post, for example 1d20 = 8.
New Thread
33 threads
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(The chapter says "Cece")
Once upon a time... there was a little girl who wore a beautifulcape/head of hair of red color. Wherever she went, that color followed, so they nicknamed her Little Red Riding Hood RED.
Little Red Riding Hood Red was a good and affectionate somewhat mischievous girl who lived without family in a beautiful (foster) home in the middle of the forest.
One day, her mother [SHE DIDN'T LOVE HER ANYMORE?!]
And so, her days passed... without a family.
(...)
(The chapter says "Little Red Riding Hood")
Once upon a time... A world plunged into darkness by an indescribable evil.
A world where hope was extinguished.
Until from the darkness... A heroine appeared, and together with her three friends and the three stones of the goddesses, she completely banished evil... Thus saving the universe and all realities before disappearing forever.
...unlike the evil, which could be just around the corner.
(But luckily... We have a legendary girl on our side!)
Little Red Riding Hood, who was supposed to beware of the wolf, is now a viking. Very strong and all. Her axe an instrument of justice, although sometimes it seems more propitious for...
What matters is that she wants to save us! Now it's up to her to find the 3 companions who can help her. Or does she no longer need to search?
Whatever the case, the temple. Today, that is the place... that the human team must overcome.
turnos enka minoh
Once upon a time... there was a little girl who wore a beautiful
One day, her mother [SHE DIDN'T LOVE HER ANYMORE?!]
And so, her days passed... without a family.
(...)
(The chapter says "Little Red Riding Hood")
Once upon a time... A world plunged into darkness by an indescribable evil.
A world where hope was extinguished.
Until from the darkness... A heroine appeared, and together with her three friends and the three stones of the goddesses, she completely banished evil... Thus saving the universe and all realities before disappearing forever.
...unlike the evil, which could be just around the corner.
(But luckily... We have a legendary girl on our side!)
Little Red Riding Hood, who was supposed to beware of the wolf, is now a viking. Very strong and all. Her axe an instrument of justice, although sometimes it seems more propitious for...
What matters is that she wants to save us! Now it's up to her to find the 3 companions who can help her. Or does she no longer need to search?
Whatever the case, the temple. Today, that is the place... that the human team must overcome.
turnos enka minoh
Cece's turn tomorrow. I got inspired kek
>>1838 →
>Looks like a Gerudo, or do all Gerudo look like Din?
Secondly, we have to remember that Din shares a name with the primordial goddess from Zelda. So it comes from there. Same with Nayru and Farore.
Din gave the Gerudo their darkness.
>It's because in that game the star is Midna
I know, and it's understandable, but at the same time it's, in part, a pity. I'm not saying it about the Zelda in that game, who we only see being solemn and such, but more aboutshort-haired Alicia Ilia, she had so much potential. What a shame how they left her completely aside. She had the advantage of being a childhood friend and all little keks with that ending, she was totally devoted! But Link got bewitched by the damn dark world and abandoned her.
>A question capable of starting a war between two realms: Which do you prefer? Imp Midna or True Form Midna?
Is there anyone who prefers the big form?
>Imp Midna full force, kek. Nintendo created a genre with her.
I agree. It's impossible not to love her when you talk to her and she says "awgsgehw piiii"
Kek that "piii" she said at the end with her sweet voice full of echo always liked me. And then the moan she made when you accelerated in wolf form. They knew what they were doing.
>Your impressions are making me want to play it again. But I can't, the backlog! The backlog!
Little keks. It's crazy, the backlog just grows, and grows. It seems impossible to defeat! I almost give up.
>It's recommended to bump into her
I did it, just to see her a couple of times. But it wasn't very useful to me honestly. Now I don't remember well if she dropped a potion once or if I'm imagining it, but that would be the only interesting thing. Well, and that after bumping into her a lot she started flying in a vacuum cleaner kek
>also hers, so you can steal from her, kek
I always did it, Argensimio mode of Buenos Hambres, I didn't leave her a single cent. The worst part is that I didn't need it kek, I don't know how but most of the game I went with the rupees at max.
>Surely many kids liked her attitude, they grew up, started drawing her, and that's when her fame solidified.
She has that something that sparks a cute childish crush. I felt something similar when I was little towards some mean girls in cartoons; Maple wasn't mean-mean, but she was grumpy and haughty. That attracts too, kek. I get it, I get it.
>You'll have to wait for the Oracles to get remade so that, maybe, you can get some more interaction with her.
Better make A Link To The Past more fun for me.
>Noooooo, you ruined one of my favorite races, I hate you!
Little kek
>As a counter, I'll let you know that surely Saria turned into an ugly and short Kolog.
Yeah, I had that in mind, little kek.
If you recall, the Kokiri already become those since Wind Waker, although if I remember right they were still called Kokiri there. In fact, there's a theory that says they actually always looked like that, like leafs, but hid their appearance so Link would feel comfortable. To me it doesn't seem like that makes much sense because when you meet Mido as an adult and he doesn't recognize you he looked the same kek. But it's there, whoever wants to believe it is free.
What I will debate with you is the ugly part. My beautiful Saria would be a BEAUTIFUL Kolog.
>Do you know which Zeldas I have pending? The DS ones. I feel like downloading an emulator and giving them a try.
Well go ahead, but know that, as far as I remember, they are those games that make the most of the DS. You'll have to assign a blow button, and I think it's played purely with the touch screen (but I'm speaking from hearing half-baked things a long time ago, things I don't remember well so take it with a grain of salt).
Luckily for you, emulation of those games is already perfect. It's not that they are heavy, it's that I understand there were silly things where you couldn't progress without doing certain physical actions, like closing the console at a certain point. That can already be emulated like nothing.
>>1838 →
>Looks like a Gerudo, or do all Gerudo look like Din?
Secondly, we have to remember that Din shares a name with the primordial goddess from Zelda. So it comes from there. Same with Nayru and Farore.
Din gave the Gerudo their darkness.
>It's because in that game the star is Midna
I know, and it's understandable, but at the same time it's, in part, a pity. I'm not saying it about the Zelda in that game, who we only see being solemn and such, but more about
>A question capable of starting a war between two realms: Which do you prefer? Imp Midna or True Form Midna?
Is there anyone who prefers the big form?
>Imp Midna full force, kek. Nintendo created a genre with her.
I agree. It's impossible not to love her when you talk to her and she says "awgsgehw piiii"
Kek that "piii" she said at the end with her sweet voice full of echo always liked me. And then the moan she made when you accelerated in wolf form. They knew what they were doing.
>Your impressions are making me want to play it again. But I can't, the backlog! The backlog!
Little keks. It's crazy, the backlog just grows, and grows. It seems impossible to defeat! I almost give up.
>It's recommended to bump into her
I did it, just to see her a couple of times. But it wasn't very useful to me honestly. Now I don't remember well if she dropped a potion once or if I'm imagining it, but that would be the only interesting thing. Well, and that after bumping into her a lot she started flying in a vacuum cleaner kek
>also hers, so you can steal from her, kek
I always did it, Argensimio mode of Buenos Hambres, I didn't leave her a single cent. The worst part is that I didn't need it kek, I don't know how but most of the game I went with the rupees at max.
>Surely many kids liked her attitude, they grew up, started drawing her, and that's when her fame solidified.
She has that something that sparks a cute childish crush. I felt something similar when I was little towards some mean girls in cartoons; Maple wasn't mean-mean, but she was grumpy and haughty. That attracts too, kek. I get it, I get it.
>You'll have to wait for the Oracles to get remade so that, maybe, you can get some more interaction with her.
Better make A Link To The Past more fun for me.
>Noooooo, you ruined one of my favorite races, I hate you!
Little kek
>As a counter, I'll let you know that surely Saria turned into an ugly and short Kolog.
Yeah, I had that in mind, little kek.
If you recall, the Kokiri already become those since Wind Waker, although if I remember right they were still called Kokiri there. In fact, there's a theory that says they actually always looked like that, like leafs, but hid their appearance so Link would feel comfortable. To me it doesn't seem like that makes much sense because when you meet Mido as an adult and he doesn't recognize you he looked the same kek. But it's there, whoever wants to believe it is free.
What I will debate with you is the ugly part. My beautiful Saria would be a BEAUTIFUL Kolog.
>Do you know which Zeldas I have pending? The DS ones. I feel like downloading an emulator and giving them a try.
Well go ahead, but know that, as far as I remember, they are those games that make the most of the DS. You'll have to assign a blow button, and I think it's played purely with the touch screen (but I'm speaking from hearing half-baked things a long time ago, things I don't remember well so take it with a grain of salt).
Luckily for you, emulation of those games is already perfect. It's not that they are heavy, it's that I understand there were silly things where you couldn't progress without doing certain physical actions, like closing the console at a certain point. That can already be emulated like nothing.
>>1836 →
>>1837 →
The high ceiling, with golden engravings, sheltered you from the night in its luminous womb. Or rather, in the uterus, where art was gestated. Where the pieces that watched you were born, and which were once a fragment within a head.
Bodies surrounded you. Trapped on canvases, or constructed from plastic in the eternal silence of objectification. You respected, and imitated the quiet nature of those around you, and took those steps with the care that thieves would wish to have.
Naturally, you made no noise. The wings surrounding your ankle silenced your feet. It was like a killer pillow. Even if you wore heels, you would make no sound, your feet were gagged like the screams of the suffocated.
But that didn't remove the habit. The wings were new, the habits were old. Even if you didn't have the former, you would have the certainty that your cautious steps would have been lost among the notes of that piano struck with frenzy.
But perhaps, those of the others too. You looked back. Several times. And always the mannequin returned your gaze. Without eyes. Lifeless. Soulless. Still in its place as since it was brought.
Perhaps it was once used to try on certain clothes. Other times, to simulate a pose. It was manufactured to be, and never stop being. It couldn't follow you, perhaps that was the reason for your distrust? Things going against their nature are unsettling. There was, however—according to the various sporadic glances you gave it—nothing to indicate that this object was going to defy its reality. There were more real things to worry about.
Alice was one of them. Lost in the darkness. The darkness that fell in the painting could not help but remind you of her. You caressed the oil paint, your fingers felt the almost imperceptible wrinkles of the paint as you compared Alices.
The last thing you remembered of her was that golden hair. So yellow it was noticeable in the dense night, disappearing among the trees and the mist of the cursed forest. Her goodbye was laughter and her whereabouts became uncertain. Lost in the darkness... was she who you saw on the canvas. With yours, you could only imagine.
Hopefully, she didn't end up in the jaws of that monster that watched you in the darkness. That rotten beast, falling apart like a forbidden temple where no one should be. Those eyes pierced you with a coldness that the flat face of a mannequin could never achieve. For half a second, it paralyzed you in the way only the greatest of predators can.
You tried to take refuge in the distance of a step, and the wall behind you held you back as if it wanted you to face your fear with unusual malice... but that was enough for you to see that it was just a painting.
A stupid painting.
You breathed to recover. Your chest, racing, seemed to pump sweat instead of blood. Your forehead had enough icy drops to indicate cutting on the dotted line. It took an instant that you didn't waste in dedicating. You rebelled against your emotions and put one foot in front of the other to face the painting, which was as large as the head of the real beast. The one that could have dissolved you in acid with a single bite, reducing you to a memory that would soon be forgotten.
And you rebelled against its image. Before the newly nicknamed forbidden temple, you dared to step. Your silent sole crushed the canvas. Its surface sank slightly, flexible, but the paint itself cracked under your feet like glass does, and the brushstrokes began to crackle everywhere. Pieces of paint separated and fell, revealing the white canvas underneath. Like lines of light born from the blackness surrounding the animal, and tearing it as well as if it were harming it.
Once you stepped off the plant, the ripping sound of tearing paper chased your foot as a hole the size of your shoe opened in the canvas. You saw your reinterpretation of the work, it was now as if your footsteps left a great spiderweb, as the canvas had cracked completely, not to mention there was now a large hole in the wolf's head.
The last column of that forbidden temple has collapsed.
With it, the last thing distracting you from the desperate melody also fell. You followed the trail of music like snakes that writhe, enchanted by certain notes from a certain instrument. You found the culprit, eager to kill the piano with every violent keystroke. His fingers crashed against the keys and the sound exploded from the instrument like a shriek. A translation of the pain that reflected his face, but which was otherwise mute.
Confidence has led many to the grave, but suspicion drove you. A motor of careful movements, which you used to advance with the utmost stealth that haste allows until you found yourself on the other side.
The glass under the light, otherwise transparent, reflected you minimally. Your eyes soon ignored your translucent, perplexed face to allow you to admire the product of your desire. Standing upside down on a diagonal, supported by an acrylic stand resembling a Greek iota.
You let out a bit of life in a half-breath, but your hands rushed to prevent its escape. But not the fright that accompanied it. You turned quickly, and found that the music that didn't stop behind you hadn't lied. Cosimo was still at the piano, with that desperation that proved almost contagious.
You ran the couple of meters separating you from the display case, crushing your counselor, stealthy suspicion, on the way to cling to that stand like insects that died in the yard by sticking to the lamps. Your fingers, feeling the glass to know it in an emotional blindness, felt the cold of distance in every centimeter of its surface.
It was real, being close made it more obvious. It was Napoleon, and between you and him was a solid barrier that reminded you of his existence, leaving the imprints of your sweaty hands for a brief second after each touch.
It seemed firm, and although you also saw a small lock on the right in the middle of the glass, you ignored it, for reasons you perhaps couldn't even recognize at that moment, and started shaking the display case.
https://youtu.be/8fcy2X06VH4?t=78
▶
Your hands accompanied the pianist's in a desperate rhythm. You moved your hands as you would with a vending machine that gives you nothing. But it didn't budge an inch. One would quickly understand that the display case was fixed to the floor, and was perhaps as hard as it. Your chest quickened, and you signaled your lungs like an orchestra conductor to join in the desperation. You let out gasps that you were just starting to hide in droves, your gaze abruptly left the glass, and your scan of the place was like that of a headbanging musician.
You looked here, canvas. You looked there. Wall. You looked. Mannequins. You looked. You looked. You looked. Nothing. You looked...
There. A fragile-looking vase diagonally to your right, right in front of something covered by a tablecloth. You snatched the urn from the floor, heard a small sound inside, but ignored it. You lifted it over your head, and threw the container with all your body's strength.
The impact wasn't long in coming. The characteristic crash of hollow porcelain shattering filled the room... as the urn broke into pieces, and fell without even marking the display case.
https://youtu.be/HQj78oXGrhw
▶
It happened at the same time. At the moment of impact, a discordant note. Or several at once, burst in, and broke Cosimo's song with their formless screech.
If hearing is the first thing that alerts us to danger, at that moment, that blow so... badly struck amidst perfection... followed by the silence of the culprits, could have alerted us.
And it would have been right.
At that instant. Cosimo turned towards you, and although that angry frown already showed obvious fury, you could somehow feel, in those eyes, the purest desire to harm you've ever felt.
1/2
>>1837 →
The high ceiling, with golden engravings, sheltered you from the night in its luminous womb. Or rather, in the uterus, where art was gestated. Where the pieces that watched you were born, and which were once a fragment within a head.
Bodies surrounded you. Trapped on canvases, or constructed from plastic in the eternal silence of objectification. You respected, and imitated the quiet nature of those around you, and took those steps with the care that thieves would wish to have.
Naturally, you made no noise. The wings surrounding your ankle silenced your feet. It was like a killer pillow. Even if you wore heels, you would make no sound, your feet were gagged like the screams of the suffocated.
But that didn't remove the habit. The wings were new, the habits were old. Even if you didn't have the former, you would have the certainty that your cautious steps would have been lost among the notes of that piano struck with frenzy.
But perhaps, those of the others too. You looked back. Several times. And always the mannequin returned your gaze. Without eyes. Lifeless. Soulless. Still in its place as since it was brought.
Perhaps it was once used to try on certain clothes. Other times, to simulate a pose. It was manufactured to be, and never stop being. It couldn't follow you, perhaps that was the reason for your distrust? Things going against their nature are unsettling. There was, however—according to the various sporadic glances you gave it—nothing to indicate that this object was going to defy its reality. There were more real things to worry about.
Alice was one of them. Lost in the darkness. The darkness that fell in the painting could not help but remind you of her. You caressed the oil paint, your fingers felt the almost imperceptible wrinkles of the paint as you compared Alices.
The last thing you remembered of her was that golden hair. So yellow it was noticeable in the dense night, disappearing among the trees and the mist of the cursed forest. Her goodbye was laughter and her whereabouts became uncertain. Lost in the darkness... was she who you saw on the canvas. With yours, you could only imagine.
Hopefully, she didn't end up in the jaws of that monster that watched you in the darkness. That rotten beast, falling apart like a forbidden temple where no one should be. Those eyes pierced you with a coldness that the flat face of a mannequin could never achieve. For half a second, it paralyzed you in the way only the greatest of predators can.
You tried to take refuge in the distance of a step, and the wall behind you held you back as if it wanted you to face your fear with unusual malice... but that was enough for you to see that it was just a painting.
A stupid painting.
You breathed to recover. Your chest, racing, seemed to pump sweat instead of blood. Your forehead had enough icy drops to indicate cutting on the dotted line. It took an instant that you didn't waste in dedicating. You rebelled against your emotions and put one foot in front of the other to face the painting, which was as large as the head of the real beast. The one that could have dissolved you in acid with a single bite, reducing you to a memory that would soon be forgotten.
And you rebelled against its image. Before the newly nicknamed forbidden temple, you dared to step. Your silent sole crushed the canvas. Its surface sank slightly, flexible, but the paint itself cracked under your feet like glass does, and the brushstrokes began to crackle everywhere. Pieces of paint separated and fell, revealing the white canvas underneath. Like lines of light born from the blackness surrounding the animal, and tearing it as well as if it were harming it.
Once you stepped off the plant, the ripping sound of tearing paper chased your foot as a hole the size of your shoe opened in the canvas. You saw your reinterpretation of the work, it was now as if your footsteps left a great spiderweb, as the canvas had cracked completely, not to mention there was now a large hole in the wolf's head.
The last column of that forbidden temple has collapsed.
With it, the last thing distracting you from the desperate melody also fell. You followed the trail of music like snakes that writhe, enchanted by certain notes from a certain instrument. You found the culprit, eager to kill the piano with every violent keystroke. His fingers crashed against the keys and the sound exploded from the instrument like a shriek. A translation of the pain that reflected his face, but which was otherwise mute.
Confidence has led many to the grave, but suspicion drove you. A motor of careful movements, which you used to advance with the utmost stealth that haste allows until you found yourself on the other side.
The glass under the light, otherwise transparent, reflected you minimally. Your eyes soon ignored your translucent, perplexed face to allow you to admire the product of your desire. Standing upside down on a diagonal, supported by an acrylic stand resembling a Greek iota.
You let out a bit of life in a half-breath, but your hands rushed to prevent its escape. But not the fright that accompanied it. You turned quickly, and found that the music that didn't stop behind you hadn't lied. Cosimo was still at the piano, with that desperation that proved almost contagious.
You ran the couple of meters separating you from the display case, crushing your counselor, stealthy suspicion, on the way to cling to that stand like insects that died in the yard by sticking to the lamps. Your fingers, feeling the glass to know it in an emotional blindness, felt the cold of distance in every centimeter of its surface.
It was real, being close made it more obvious. It was Napoleon, and between you and him was a solid barrier that reminded you of his existence, leaving the imprints of your sweaty hands for a brief second after each touch.
It seemed firm, and although you also saw a small lock on the right in the middle of the glass, you ignored it, for reasons you perhaps couldn't even recognize at that moment, and started shaking the display case.
https://youtu.be/8fcy2X06VH4?t=78
▶Your hands accompanied the pianist's in a desperate rhythm. You moved your hands as you would with a vending machine that gives you nothing. But it didn't budge an inch. One would quickly understand that the display case was fixed to the floor, and was perhaps as hard as it. Your chest quickened, and you signaled your lungs like an orchestra conductor to join in the desperation. You let out gasps that you were just starting to hide in droves, your gaze abruptly left the glass, and your scan of the place was like that of a headbanging musician.
You looked here, canvas. You looked there. Wall. You looked. Mannequins. You looked. You looked. You looked. Nothing. You looked...
There. A fragile-looking vase diagonally to your right, right in front of something covered by a tablecloth. You snatched the urn from the floor, heard a small sound inside, but ignored it. You lifted it over your head, and threw the container with all your body's strength.
The impact wasn't long in coming. The characteristic crash of hollow porcelain shattering filled the room... as the urn broke into pieces, and fell without even marking the display case.
https://youtu.be/HQj78oXGrhw
▶It happened at the same time. At the moment of impact, a discordant note. Or several at once, burst in, and broke Cosimo's song with their formless screech.
If hearing is the first thing that alerts us to danger, at that moment, that blow so... badly struck amidst perfection... followed by the silence of the culprits, could have alerted us.
And it would have been right.
At that instant. Cosimo turned towards you, and although that angry frown already showed obvious fury, you could somehow feel, in those eyes, the purest desire to harm you've ever felt.
1/2
>>1837 →
...and at the next moment it changed.
The eyes in which you were trapped expanded, and your silhouette in the irises was consumed by the black pit of the widened pupils, which were now touching the white of the sclera, revealed up to the limit to which only the greatest surprise can lead us.
He held that gaze for the miserable second that the silence lasted. After that, his eyebrows descended to the level of the calm already shared with the rest of his face. The corners of his lips curved upward in a nearly imperceptible way. A smile as fine as the legs of a spider, with which he deigned to stand up.
>Cosimo
"Ahh..." -he adjusted his tie, then let his hands drop to his sides, taking a small moment of silence more to look at you better with slight satisfaction transmitted in his drooping eyelids and that weak grace in his lips-
He extended his hands in front of his abdomen, with his fingers open and pointing towards you, following his habits of a good presenter.
"Welcome... princess."
The left hand went up to cover his heart, the other was extended to the side.
"My name is Cosimo..."
He inclined the upper body without breaking eye contact, and confirmed you in his reverence:
"I am at your service."
Cosimo straightened up and took a few steps closer. The soles of his shoes made an echo that occasionally replaced the total silence that filled the room.
"I notice something..."
His eyes dropped for an instant, leaving the sensation of the looks on your chest, which inflated and retracted to the rhythm of your gasps. Then he regained eye contact.
"...nervous."
He stopped his walk once the distance was optimal for conversation. And although he didn't seek to intimidate, he made you feel small with his one meter eighty and good posture. But with the relaxation well-placed in that look of fullness in times of calm, he bowed again. He extended his hand, giving you the bridge from which he would share his parsimony.
"Could you suggest sitting down and resting a bit before telling me what I can do for you?"
He assumed something had brought you to his space. And a bit further back there was a good place to sit. Perhaps you needed it.
Meanwhile, at your feet, something shone among the tiny fragments of destroyed urn.
Very small, none are tier swords btw. Get used to it because they're just the typical item container of a game kek
2/2
...and at the next moment it changed.
The eyes in which you were trapped expanded, and your silhouette in the irises was consumed by the black pit of the widened pupils, which were now touching the white of the sclera, revealed up to the limit to which only the greatest surprise can lead us.
He held that gaze for the miserable second that the silence lasted. After that, his eyebrows descended to the level of the calm already shared with the rest of his face. The corners of his lips curved upward in a nearly imperceptible way. A smile as fine as the legs of a spider, with which he deigned to stand up.
>Cosimo
"Ahh..." -he adjusted his tie, then let his hands drop to his sides, taking a small moment of silence more to look at you better with slight satisfaction transmitted in his drooping eyelids and that weak grace in his lips-
He extended his hands in front of his abdomen, with his fingers open and pointing towards you, following his habits of a good presenter.
"Welcome... princess."
The left hand went up to cover his heart, the other was extended to the side.
"My name is Cosimo..."
He inclined the upper body without breaking eye contact, and confirmed you in his reverence:
"I am at your service."
Cosimo straightened up and took a few steps closer. The soles of his shoes made an echo that occasionally replaced the total silence that filled the room.
"I notice something..."
His eyes dropped for an instant, leaving the sensation of the looks on your chest, which inflated and retracted to the rhythm of your gasps. Then he regained eye contact.
"...nervous."
He stopped his walk once the distance was optimal for conversation. And although he didn't seek to intimidate, he made you feel small with his one meter eighty and good posture. But with the relaxation well-placed in that look of fullness in times of calm, he bowed again. He extended his hand, giving you the bridge from which he would share his parsimony.
"Could you suggest sitting down and resting a bit before telling me what I can do for you?"
He assumed something had brought you to his space. And a bit further back there was a good place to sit. Perhaps you needed it.
Meanwhile, at your feet, something shone among the tiny fragments of destroyed urn.
Very small, none are tier swords btw. Get used to it because they're just the typical item container of a game kek
2/2
https://youtu.be/du8Fs06xvuQ
▶
In a dark space, a place far from time and space, from the universe as we know it, an infinity of large crystals can be seen, which inside hold images of what happens in the multiple timelines.
However, many of those crystals are slowly consumed by a dark energy...
▶In a dark space, a place far from time and space, from the universe as we know it, an infinity of large crystals can be seen, which inside hold images of what happens in the multiple timelines.
However, many of those crystals are slowly consumed by a dark energy...
>>7277 →
>>7276 →
>>6864 →
"My apologies, Earthling, though it's a shame to end the life of someone with such style. Lord Frieza's orders are absolute."
Ginyu launched a coordinated barrage of attacks. You ask Vegeta for the opening and advance, dodging the shots with stylish movements, until... one slips past and heads straight for your face.
Boom
But it explodes before reaching you.
"Damn it, stop playing around!"
It was Vegeta. He saved you by detonating the attack at the last second, and with two more shots, he clears the path for you.
"Keep up with your stupid gimmick and attack. I'll handle the pest control."
Did Vegeta... actually want to help? Of his own free will?
"HAAAAAA"
Vegeta launches his own assault, his specialtyvegeta technique™, his ki attacks canceling out Ginyu's and giving you an opening.
Ginyu sweats, canceling his charge and preparing a counterattack, but Vegeta lands a precise ki blast that pierces his shoulder, giving you the chance.
Pow
Pow
Pow kek
Three consecutive spinning strikes that look like one. Ginyu is sent flying backward, tries to recover, lands, and leaves a crater on a plateau.
"Hey."
Vegeta appears behind him and kicks him.
"Gotcha!"
Your signal! You intercept Ginyu and hit him again, making him bounce. Vegeta repeats it and strikes. Ginyu spins in the air, and suddenly you see his eyes glowing with that malicious ki surrounding him.
"You hit like a princess! If you're that strong, I'm not surprised how pathetic your dear father was before Lord Frieza killed him."
Vegeta was following him in the air, and for a moment he froze.
"Pathetic, isn't he? The King of all Saiyans begging for his life, crying and drowning in his own blood. In the end, that Saiyan pride was just trash."
A vein throbs on Vegeta's forehead.
" "N-Not please Lord Frieza, forgive me, forgive my son, I'll do anything, I'll kneel, you can take my throne, anything just-ACK". Hahaha! I'm sorry I wasn't there to see it, a recap can't do it justice."
"SHUT UP! "
The rage causes Vegeta's ki to explode, increasing exponentially... now he too is covered in malicious ki and charging at Ginyu. And this was exactly what the purple alien had planned. Extending a hand, he impaled his own chest, an action so random it snaps Vegeta out of his furious trance.
"What--"
"CHANGE. NOW"
A light was expelled from Ginyu's mouth, heading straight for Vegeta. You wanted to act, but suddenly, it was as if you were paralyzed; an immense pressure crushed your chest, as if black chains were wrapping around you.
You saw it in your memories: Ginyu's body-swapping technique... When everything cleared up, "Vegeta" was laughing while "Ginyu" looked on in shock.
"But what?... That's my... That's me..."
"Ginyu" was confused, while "Vegeta" approached him, ripped the scouter from his ear... and punched straight through his stomach. The malevolent ki began to surround "Vegeta" as "Ginyu"'s body started to fall... sinking into Namek's waters.
You fought, and by increasing your ki, you managed to break free from this strange paralysis.
Pow!
A sudden blow hit your face, and when you realized it, you had been launched flying to the other side of the planet.
...
You flew through the air, crashed into the ground, and barely managed to stand up. There they were, your attackers, those you had seen before on a scroll, coming from the Demon Realm.
https://youtu.be/3ZLV-rUQhAU
▶
"Ufufu~"
The woman with blue skin and white hair laughed, standing next to a stoic man with similar features. The woman struck the ground with her staff a couple of times.
"I must admit, I enjoy playing the waiting game, but it cost me quite a bit to find the perfect chance to separate you from the others... you see, Paradoja~, you are very annoying."
At the tip of her staff, an accumulation of malevolent ki began to form.
No matter how handsome you are, continuing to interfere with our energy collection is a problem, so if you could stop doing that, I would be very grateful.
She closes her eyes and smiles at you.
"Take care of him, Mira."
The man walks forward and expels his ki; it was so intense it almost knocked you to the ground with the pressure.
https://youtu.be/LDw0PlweE9U
▶It wasn't just a huge and malevolent ki in nature... it was familiar. It was the ki of Raditz, Nappa, Vegeta, of all the enemies you've faced on Namek so far, all that energy gathered and culminated in a single warrior.
Mira attacks.
<Mira
1d300 = 72
1d300 = 153
<Special ability: can choose between two dice for his attacks thanks to the use of malevolent ki.kek
>>7276 →
>>6864 →
"My apologies, Earthling, though it's a shame to end the life of someone with such style. Lord Frieza's orders are absolute."
Ginyu launched a coordinated barrage of attacks. You ask Vegeta for the opening and advance, dodging the shots with stylish movements, until... one slips past and heads straight for your face.
Boom
But it explodes before reaching you.
"Damn it, stop playing around!"
It was Vegeta. He saved you by detonating the attack at the last second, and with two more shots, he clears the path for you.
"Keep up with your stupid gimmick and attack. I'll handle the pest control."
Did Vegeta... actually want to help? Of his own free will?
"HAAAAAA"
Vegeta launches his own assault, his specialtyvegeta technique™, his ki attacks canceling out Ginyu's and giving you an opening.
Ginyu sweats, canceling his charge and preparing a counterattack, but Vegeta lands a precise ki blast that pierces his shoulder, giving you the chance.
Pow
Pow
Pow kek
Three consecutive spinning strikes that look like one. Ginyu is sent flying backward, tries to recover, lands, and leaves a crater on a plateau.
"Hey."
Vegeta appears behind him and kicks him.
"Gotcha!"
Your signal! You intercept Ginyu and hit him again, making him bounce. Vegeta repeats it and strikes. Ginyu spins in the air, and suddenly you see his eyes glowing with that malicious ki surrounding him.
"You hit like a princess! If you're that strong, I'm not surprised how pathetic your dear father was before Lord Frieza killed him."
Vegeta was following him in the air, and for a moment he froze.
"Pathetic, isn't he? The King of all Saiyans begging for his life, crying and drowning in his own blood. In the end, that Saiyan pride was just trash."
A vein throbs on Vegeta's forehead.
" "N-Not please Lord Frieza, forgive me, forgive my son, I'll do anything, I'll kneel, you can take my throne, anything just-ACK". Hahaha! I'm sorry I wasn't there to see it, a recap can't do it justice."
"SHUT UP! "
The rage causes Vegeta's ki to explode, increasing exponentially... now he too is covered in malicious ki and charging at Ginyu. And this was exactly what the purple alien had planned. Extending a hand, he impaled his own chest, an action so random it snaps Vegeta out of his furious trance.
"What--"
"CHANGE. NOW"
A light was expelled from Ginyu's mouth, heading straight for Vegeta. You wanted to act, but suddenly, it was as if you were paralyzed; an immense pressure crushed your chest, as if black chains were wrapping around you.
You saw it in your memories: Ginyu's body-swapping technique... When everything cleared up, "Vegeta" was laughing while "Ginyu" looked on in shock.
"But what?... That's my... That's me..."
"Ginyu" was confused, while "Vegeta" approached him, ripped the scouter from his ear... and punched straight through his stomach. The malevolent ki began to surround "Vegeta" as "Ginyu"'s body started to fall... sinking into Namek's waters.
You fought, and by increasing your ki, you managed to break free from this strange paralysis.
Pow!
A sudden blow hit your face, and when you realized it, you had been launched flying to the other side of the planet.
...
You flew through the air, crashed into the ground, and barely managed to stand up. There they were, your attackers, those you had seen before on a scroll, coming from the Demon Realm.
https://youtu.be/3ZLV-rUQhAU
▶"Ufufu~"
The woman with blue skin and white hair laughed, standing next to a stoic man with similar features. The woman struck the ground with her staff a couple of times.
"I must admit, I enjoy playing the waiting game, but it cost me quite a bit to find the perfect chance to separate you from the others... you see, Paradoja~, you are very annoying."
At the tip of her staff, an accumulation of malevolent ki began to form.
No matter how handsome you are, continuing to interfere with our energy collection is a problem, so if you could stop doing that, I would be very grateful.
She closes her eyes and smiles at you.
"Take care of him, Mira."
The man walks forward and expels his ki; it was so intense it almost knocked you to the ground with the pressure.
https://youtu.be/LDw0PlweE9U
▶It wasn't just a huge and malevolent ki in nature... it was familiar. It was the ki of Raditz, Nappa, Vegeta, of all the enemies you've faced on Namek so far, all that energy gathered and culminated in a single warrior.Mira attacks.
<Mira
1d300 = 72
1d300 = 153
<Special ability: can choose between two dice for his attacks thanks to the use of malevolent ki.kek
>>4774 →
<Tenshinhan 2
F
<Earth team
2/5 dragon balls
<Krilin
1d100 = 90
<Gohan
1d110 = 41
<Tenshinhan prime
1d100 = 21
<Guldo
1d50 = 46
1d50 = 5
1d50 = 38
<Recoome
1d90 = 71
<Bonyu
1d90 = 18
<Tagoma
1d70 = 55
<Tenshinhan 2
F
<Earth team
2/5 dragon balls
<Krilin
1d100 = 90
<Gohan
1d110 = 41
<Tenshinhan prime
1d100 = 21
<Guldo
1d50 = 46
1d50 = 5
1d50 = 38
<Recoome
1d90 = 71
<Bonyu
1d90 = 18
<Tagoma
1d70 = 55
Everything related to powerscalear and escriturascalear characters
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>Suggested themes
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>>2974 →
>All Right's Power
Let's see this, since we're going to tackle it next time, but right now I don't feel like reading so let's go with the scaling.
>Percentage
The % of power he uses against those idiots will be irrelevant, I'll adjust it based on what's reasonable when it happens, but, given the data that they fought at 2 PM, and his peak is at 12 AM. Let's assume that, like Scanor, his power starts increasing at 6 AM and stops growing at 6 PM (not counting the power he can store like he does when fighting the Big Father), his peak is at 12 AM, i.e., 100%, to make things easier we assume his power increased by 1/6th every hour, and vice versa after 12 AM, so at 2 PM, his maximum power output would be around 66.7%.
There we have our base, now we have to guess the limits of his power.
Since he is the symbol of LAZ and replacement for All Might, this is the reference point.
>All Might's Power
There are 3 points to scale All Might's strength, that + Ruler's declaration that at 12 AM All Right could rape all the perceptos (the inverse scaling of Wrath = or > Muscular will carry).
>All Might Chapter 1
I can make a tornado that broke the clouds, that they calculate from 25 or 800 Megatons up to 1 Gigaton, Mountain+ to Island, and it's All Might already carrying the wound for 5 years, there are no speed feats unless we say that at this point he was faster than light, which, no, kek.
But, he should be much faster than Deku 100% vs Overhaul, we can't pull numbers out of our ass using the manga later with Deku and Shigaraki as sub-relativists, but if we use the reference strength and how drastically it declined
>All Might USJ
Where after having given the AFO to Deku he had already started to weaken exponentially.
His speed is comfortably Mach 35 if not higher, up to around Mach 60-70 taking into account 100% Deku vs Overhaul (although this Deku's power was also increasing, his 100% at this moment is greater than if he had 100% in the first season), and even up to Mach 90, the last one is very trust me bro, but we take it anyway.
As for strength... I couldn't find calculations so without much on hand, I had to do the scaling myself.
And the only reference is when All Might sends the Nomu flying with the Plus Ultra that pierces and disperses a couple of clouds, let's see the first cloud.
We'll assume the cloud dispersed in around one second, it's a sunny day, so it looks like a cumulus if I'm not mistaken, we assume an average height of 1150 meters and density of 1300 meters, a viewing distance of around 20 kilometers that gives me this ugly number 1.256.637.061,435917295 and the cloud calculator from the battle wiki tells me the cloud would have around 167845.88 Tons.
Now we use an omnidirectional dispersion calculation, which I don't know if I did wrong but it gives us barely 2 kilotons, and that this All Might being weaker than the Kamino one is a no, so we get exquisite and go to analyze frame by frame, but in doing so I saw that, in effect, it lasts 24 frames for the dispersion so it's still one second, I checked other calculators and the calculation went back up to 5-6 kilotons, fuck you Horikoshi stop being consistent!!!!.
Anyway, regarding maximum strength, All Might doesn't vary much from here to the end, his average must be lower, let's say 1 Kiloton, lol.
And this with the anime, in the manga the Nomu barely flies 400 meters, the fucking sure didn't even leave the UA grounds, lol.
BUT, let's go with the problem and declaration of 300 hits vs 5 in his first, and 360 kilotons is inferior to the minimum estimated 25 megatons, so All Might had to hit it with even greater force.
So, I have to go to Deku, who with his greater valcul available when he breaks that robot in the test, being 76 kilotons, still gives us 5 megatons for Prime All Might, So, NO.
The only way to give this some coherence is if this All Might has no more than 20 Megatons and his prime is over 800 Megatons, which anyway I wasn't going to use that value for the All Might chapter 1, but still, kek, that would tell us that in about a year and a half, All Might's strength reduced to half, if not more, since Plus Ultra was going more than his 100%, anyway, I give him 16 Megatons for a calculation I found so I don't complicate my life, kek
>All Might 3rd season/Kamino
With the USA Smash he generates around 7 Kilotons. In speed we have his feats where being contained he was turbo-fucking Deku and Bakugo who should be above Deku in the Stein arc which went up to Mach 8, so minimum, contained, it would be like double, Mach 20-25, and at maximum we could go back to Mach 50, it fits a bit because after giving OFA to Deku his limit went from 3 hours to 1.5, more or less that his power reduces to half would be acceptable, at least for this shit I'm doing, as well as it would be comparable to AFO, who could react to Endeavor's attacks so in the Hypersonic range it's acceptable.
There's also the first movie which would fuck this version up a lot but I ignore it, kek.
But, on the other hand
From, since going from 25 to 16 is a 36% reduction, let's say his speed was affected equally, so from Mach 90 at the USJ, in chapter 1 he should be around Mach 141.
So we go from Mach 141, 90, and 50. Mach 93.6
>Durability
We assume the same as strength, maybe up to 50% or less because in MHA (and because I'm OP and I decide things now) the monkeys tend to have more durability than strength unless stated otherwise.
>Summary
Anyway, in an ideal situation, a 100% All Might would have.
>Strength
16.3 Megatons
>Speed
Mach 93.5
>Durability
16-24 Megatons.
Going back to Deku vs Muscular, Deku was able to hit him with enough force to knock him out after he buffed up and got serious, being considerably stronger than his normal form which could exert a calculated tremor of 80 T of TNT, let's say triple, although he was already damaged by Deku's two previous Smashes, so just double, 160 T of TNT. That would fit with Deku's Smash, which quickly when he does one against Todoroki would enter city-block level, so the force against Muscular would be similar to that, seeing that from his Smashes in the test against Bakugo it was around 4 to 10 T of TNT, he could easily multiply his strength by 5 in just a few weeks passively, the same would apply, so averaging, if he could do a minimum of 250 T of TNT, which Muscular can tank even reducing the efficiency of his fibers, and then he surpasses it with his 1 million%, that Deku could easily hit with a force approximately a kiloton, which in summary, not only confirms these data, but for the Lucas camp he's a fucking beast at defeating Ira once he runs out of regen, damn.
I'm going off topic, at his 66.7% fighting at 2 PM, All Might would have, at most
>Strength
10.87 Megatons
>Speed
Mach 66.36
>Durability
11-16 Megatons
From that, we can get speculative values when I feel like continuing, although even using just 1% of all this the power scale goes to hell when these kids who barely have been at it for 1 month could make him bleed, kek.
>All Right's Power
Let's see this, since we're going to tackle it next time, but right now I don't feel like reading so let's go with the scaling.
>Percentage
The % of power he uses against those idiots will be irrelevant, I'll adjust it based on what's reasonable when it happens, but, given the data that they fought at 2 PM, and his peak is at 12 AM. Let's assume that, like Scanor, his power starts increasing at 6 AM and stops growing at 6 PM (not counting the power he can store like he does when fighting the Big Father), his peak is at 12 AM, i.e., 100%, to make things easier we assume his power increased by 1/6th every hour, and vice versa after 12 AM, so at 2 PM, his maximum power output would be around 66.7%.
There we have our base, now we have to guess the limits of his power.
Since he is the symbol of LAZ and replacement for All Might, this is the reference point.
>All Might's Power
There are 3 points to scale All Might's strength, that + Ruler's declaration that at 12 AM All Right could rape all the perceptos (the inverse scaling of Wrath = or > Muscular will carry).
>All Might Chapter 1
I can make a tornado that broke the clouds, that they calculate from 25 or 800 Megatons up to 1 Gigaton, Mountain+ to Island, and it's All Might already carrying the wound for 5 years, there are no speed feats unless we say that at this point he was faster than light, which, no, kek.
But, he should be much faster than Deku 100% vs Overhaul, we can't pull numbers out of our ass using the manga later with Deku and Shigaraki as sub-relativists, but if we use the reference strength and how drastically it declined
>All Might USJ
Where after having given the AFO to Deku he had already started to weaken exponentially.
His speed is comfortably Mach 35 if not higher, up to around Mach 60-70 taking into account 100% Deku vs Overhaul (although this Deku's power was also increasing, his 100% at this moment is greater than if he had 100% in the first season), and even up to Mach 90, the last one is very trust me bro, but we take it anyway.
As for strength... I couldn't find calculations so without much on hand, I had to do the scaling myself.
And the only reference is when All Might sends the Nomu flying with the Plus Ultra that pierces and disperses a couple of clouds, let's see the first cloud.
We'll assume the cloud dispersed in around one second, it's a sunny day, so it looks like a cumulus if I'm not mistaken, we assume an average height of 1150 meters and density of 1300 meters, a viewing distance of around 20 kilometers that gives me this ugly number 1.256.637.061,435917295 and the cloud calculator from the battle wiki tells me the cloud would have around 167845.88 Tons.
Now we use an omnidirectional dispersion calculation, which I don't know if I did wrong but it gives us barely 2 kilotons, and that this All Might being weaker than the Kamino one is a no, so we get exquisite and go to analyze frame by frame, but in doing so I saw that, in effect, it lasts 24 frames for the dispersion so it's still one second, I checked other calculators and the calculation went back up to 5-6 kilotons, fuck you Horikoshi stop being consistent!!!!.
Anyway, regarding maximum strength, All Might doesn't vary much from here to the end, his average must be lower, let's say 1 Kiloton, lol.
And this with the anime, in the manga the Nomu barely flies 400 meters, the fucking sure didn't even leave the UA grounds, lol.
BUT, let's go with the problem and declaration of 300 hits vs 5 in his first, and 360 kilotons is inferior to the minimum estimated 25 megatons, so All Might had to hit it with even greater force.
So, I have to go to Deku, who with his greater valcul available when he breaks that robot in the test, being 76 kilotons, still gives us 5 megatons for Prime All Might, So, NO.
The only way to give this some coherence is if this All Might has no more than 20 Megatons and his prime is over 800 Megatons, which anyway I wasn't going to use that value for the All Might chapter 1, but still, kek, that would tell us that in about a year and a half, All Might's strength reduced to half, if not more, since Plus Ultra was going more than his 100%, anyway, I give him 16 Megatons for a calculation I found so I don't complicate my life, kek
>All Might 3rd season/Kamino
With the USA Smash he generates around 7 Kilotons. In speed we have his feats where being contained he was turbo-fucking Deku and Bakugo who should be above Deku in the Stein arc which went up to Mach 8, so minimum, contained, it would be like double, Mach 20-25, and at maximum we could go back to Mach 50, it fits a bit because after giving OFA to Deku his limit went from 3 hours to 1.5, more or less that his power reduces to half would be acceptable, at least for this shit I'm doing, as well as it would be comparable to AFO, who could react to Endeavor's attacks so in the Hypersonic range it's acceptable.
There's also the first movie which would fuck this version up a lot but I ignore it, kek.
But, on the other hand
From, since going from 25 to 16 is a 36% reduction, let's say his speed was affected equally, so from Mach 90 at the USJ, in chapter 1 he should be around Mach 141.
So we go from Mach 141, 90, and 50. Mach 93.6
>Durability
We assume the same as strength, maybe up to 50% or less because in MHA (and because I'm OP and I decide things now) the monkeys tend to have more durability than strength unless stated otherwise.
>Summary
Anyway, in an ideal situation, a 100% All Might would have.
>Strength
16.3 Megatons
>Speed
Mach 93.5
>Durability
16-24 Megatons.
Going back to Deku vs Muscular, Deku was able to hit him with enough force to knock him out after he buffed up and got serious, being considerably stronger than his normal form which could exert a calculated tremor of 80 T of TNT, let's say triple, although he was already damaged by Deku's two previous Smashes, so just double, 160 T of TNT. That would fit with Deku's Smash, which quickly when he does one against Todoroki would enter city-block level, so the force against Muscular would be similar to that, seeing that from his Smashes in the test against Bakugo it was around 4 to 10 T of TNT, he could easily multiply his strength by 5 in just a few weeks passively, the same would apply, so averaging, if he could do a minimum of 250 T of TNT, which Muscular can tank even reducing the efficiency of his fibers, and then he surpasses it with his 1 million%, that Deku could easily hit with a force approximately a kiloton, which in summary, not only confirms these data, but for the Lucas camp he's a fucking beast at defeating Ira once he runs out of regen, damn.
I'm going off topic, at his 66.7% fighting at 2 PM, All Might would have, at most
>Strength
10.87 Megatons
>Speed
Mach 66.36
>Durability
11-16 Megatons
From that, we can get speculative values when I feel like continuing, although even using just 1% of all this the power scale goes to hell when these kids who barely have been at it for 1 month could make him bleed, kek.
Who is the potentialman of Jujutsu Kaisen?
>>7029 →
dante
dante
Draulilfa used to be a great and prosperous continent where three dominant races coexisted, the Elves, the Dwarves, the Dragonkin and the Na'k. For centuries these races lived in peace, sharing the resources that the land had to offer. But over time, the seed of ambition began to grow slowly among the Na'k. Soon these began their campaign of expansion across the continent, marking the beginning of the Rupture Wars. For centuries the war between the four civilizations continued without any of the factions ever defeating the other. Until finally, a catastrophic event brought an end to the conflict, extinguishing a large number of species in the process and splitting the great continent into three, Belia, Valia and Winla.
The Na'k became extinct, the Dragonkin escaped to some unknown place, the Elves and Dwarves remained in the micro continents, scattered in populations that barely reached the hundreds. These had to adapt to the altered environments caused by the magic used during the war. They also witnessed how new conscious races evolved thanks to the magic-laden environments, beginning to interact with these in order to form bonds and to monitor them to prevent an event like that of the Na'k from happening again. So the centuries passed and all the races allied, living in harmony. In every village, city or settlement, in every place you can see members of any race living peacefully together. This has brought both good and bad things. Soon various criminal groups, cults and others began to form. Also, various creatures created as tools and weapons for the war began to evolve, from slimes, chimeras, giant insects and a long list of other things.
At this moment various stories will begin, maybe you have something to do with that story. Maybe you are just a passerby in this, or you take a central role. All you know is that these lands have a lot to offer and you maybe have what it takes to get it.
Name:
Race:
Gender:
Age: 12 minimum 25 maximum
Class: Below I will make a list of the available classes
Background: That to which you were dedicated before becoming an adventurer or that you still dedicate yourself to. Below I will leave a list of the available backgrounds and the bonuses they provide.
Initial Equipment: A weapon of your choice, if it is a magical weapon explain in the biography why you possess it, armor of your choice, a bag of objects with 3 healing potions and provisions for a journey, a personal talisman, 50 gold coins.
Biography: Tell us about yourself.
Statistics:
Constitution: Represents your endurance.
Strength: Represents your physical power.
Dexterity: Represents your agility and flexibility.
Intelligence: Represents your memory and ability to reason.
Wisdom: Represents your perceptiveness and intuition.
Charisma: Represents how strong and attractive your personality is.
All characters start with 5 base points in all statistics and 10 points to distribute. The classes provide a major bonus and two minor bonuses to certain stats, these will be along with the class.
Finally they have to choose an anthology that they will protagonize within the world:
1: Your first job was to escort a young noble from the city of Ithassu to the small village of Etesh, will you limit yourself to doing your job? Or will you end up forming a bond?
2: By the twists of fate you ended up as a member of a band of criminals dedicated to highway robberies. Despite it being a relatively simple and enjoyable life, you and the other members feel they can become something more.
3: A noble tasked with recovering a valuable and dangerous relic that your family was entrusted with protecting for centuries. You have to be willing to do whatever it takes to get that object back into your hands.
The Na'k became extinct, the Dragonkin escaped to some unknown place, the Elves and Dwarves remained in the micro continents, scattered in populations that barely reached the hundreds. These had to adapt to the altered environments caused by the magic used during the war. They also witnessed how new conscious races evolved thanks to the magic-laden environments, beginning to interact with these in order to form bonds and to monitor them to prevent an event like that of the Na'k from happening again. So the centuries passed and all the races allied, living in harmony. In every village, city or settlement, in every place you can see members of any race living peacefully together. This has brought both good and bad things. Soon various criminal groups, cults and others began to form. Also, various creatures created as tools and weapons for the war began to evolve, from slimes, chimeras, giant insects and a long list of other things.
At this moment various stories will begin, maybe you have something to do with that story. Maybe you are just a passerby in this, or you take a central role. All you know is that these lands have a lot to offer and you maybe have what it takes to get it.
Name:
Race:
Gender:
Age: 12 minimum 25 maximum
Class: Below I will make a list of the available classes
Background: That to which you were dedicated before becoming an adventurer or that you still dedicate yourself to. Below I will leave a list of the available backgrounds and the bonuses they provide.
Initial Equipment: A weapon of your choice, if it is a magical weapon explain in the biography why you possess it, armor of your choice, a bag of objects with 3 healing potions and provisions for a journey, a personal talisman, 50 gold coins.
Biography: Tell us about yourself.
Statistics:
Constitution: Represents your endurance.
Strength: Represents your physical power.
Dexterity: Represents your agility and flexibility.
Intelligence: Represents your memory and ability to reason.
Wisdom: Represents your perceptiveness and intuition.
Charisma: Represents how strong and attractive your personality is.
All characters start with 5 base points in all statistics and 10 points to distribute. The classes provide a major bonus and two minor bonuses to certain stats, these will be along with the class.
Finally they have to choose an anthology that they will protagonize within the world:
1: Your first job was to escort a young noble from the city of Ithassu to the small village of Etesh, will you limit yourself to doing your job? Or will you end up forming a bond?
2: By the twists of fate you ended up as a member of a band of criminals dedicated to highway robberies. Despite it being a relatively simple and enjoyable life, you and the other members feel they can become something more.
3: A noble tasked with recovering a valuable and dangerous relic that your family was entrusted with protecting for centuries. You have to be willing to do whatever it takes to get that object back into your hands.
>>4157 →
>While searching for firewood alongside Kilt, you also kept an eye out for plants, berries, anything that could be of use in the near future, managing to gather a quite fruitful harvest.
>You soon strike up a conversation with Kilt, in which she tells you how she got her muscles. As soon as you learned she knew blacksmithing, you asked Kilt to teach you the trade.
Kilt: It's not that I'm very skilled at this, Victoria. For me, blacksmithing basically boils down to heating metal and shaping it with blows. However, I kept my father's notes. If you'd like, I can lend them to you and also teach you how to use the tools, if we ever get access to some.
>With Kilt's response about a possible future blacksmithing tutelage being positive, you proceed to inspect the woman's muscles, admiring her body toned by work, a physical power that many mages secretly admire and envy.
>Soon Kilt would end the interaction, leaving a flirty proposal hanging in the air as she returned to work. Both of you then got down to business, looking for firewood.
>Kilt used her axe to break fallen logs, which she then put in a bag, accumulating a good amount of firewood. For your part, you remained focused on collecting easy-to-carry branches, as well as gathering anything that could be used as an ingredient in the future.
Kilt: This is enough. Let's head back and hope that Vak and Mao have already started preparing dinner.
>With that said, Kilt and you head back to the camp, once again alert to any strange sounds and trying to avoid contact with the local fauna. After all, a snake bite was still dangerous.
>Upon arriving at the camp, the first thing you noticed was Vak's naked body standing in front of the campfire. Several skewers were cooking around it. Mao was preparing skewers in front of the campfire while chatting with Vak.
Vak: Look who's finally back. We were already thinking of going to look for you.
>The goblin had a cheerful tone in her voice, you could tell she was much more relaxed, her small green body was completely exposed, her nipples were quite pronounced with large areolas, there was a lot of hair in her crotch, the goblin didn't show the slightest bit of shame.
Kilt: Have some decency, dwarf, and put something on! What kind of impression are you going to give Victoria?.
>Kilt seemed somewhat annoyed by Vak's carefree attitude, who didn't pay much attention to her comrade's words, sitting down in front of the fire while taking a skewer.
Mao: Vak has always been like this, Kilt, don't expect her to start acting differently just because Victoria is with us.
>Mao then took two skewers from the campfire and stood up, approaching you with a calm smile on her face.
Mao: We still have a long way to go, so for now let's focus on resting.
>Mao then handed you the skewers and returned to the fire, Kilt and you approached, leaving the firewood a safe distance from the campfire.
>You noticed Kilt taking off her leather armor with a sigh, Mao, on the other hand, wasn't wearing the hood that covered her face, revealing shiny brown hair and tanned skin.
Kilt: Pass me some malt, Mao, I feel like drinking something.
>The zumin nodded before tossing a canteen to the dwarf, which she caught with ease and proceeded to take a deep drink from.
Kilt: Delicious! Alright, I'm going to sleep a bit, remember, someone always has to be awake watching the fire.
>Kilt then quickly ate her skewer and took another swig from the malt canteen before tossing it to you and proceeding to lie down on one of the blankets spread on the sand.
>Vak then gestured for you to come closer, a smile on her face as she took a bite of one of the skewers.
Vak: Come closer Victoria, let's drink some of that malt and enjoy the food, Mao, give me some bread please.
>Mao then took a piece of bread from her bag and approached Vak to hand it to her, then she approached you, handing you a piece as well.
>While searching for firewood alongside Kilt, you also kept an eye out for plants, berries, anything that could be of use in the near future, managing to gather a quite fruitful harvest.
>You soon strike up a conversation with Kilt, in which she tells you how she got her muscles. As soon as you learned she knew blacksmithing, you asked Kilt to teach you the trade.
Kilt: It's not that I'm very skilled at this, Victoria. For me, blacksmithing basically boils down to heating metal and shaping it with blows. However, I kept my father's notes. If you'd like, I can lend them to you and also teach you how to use the tools, if we ever get access to some.
>With Kilt's response about a possible future blacksmithing tutelage being positive, you proceed to inspect the woman's muscles, admiring her body toned by work, a physical power that many mages secretly admire and envy.
>Soon Kilt would end the interaction, leaving a flirty proposal hanging in the air as she returned to work. Both of you then got down to business, looking for firewood.
>Kilt used her axe to break fallen logs, which she then put in a bag, accumulating a good amount of firewood. For your part, you remained focused on collecting easy-to-carry branches, as well as gathering anything that could be used as an ingredient in the future.
Kilt: This is enough. Let's head back and hope that Vak and Mao have already started preparing dinner.
>With that said, Kilt and you head back to the camp, once again alert to any strange sounds and trying to avoid contact with the local fauna. After all, a snake bite was still dangerous.
>Upon arriving at the camp, the first thing you noticed was Vak's naked body standing in front of the campfire. Several skewers were cooking around it. Mao was preparing skewers in front of the campfire while chatting with Vak.
Vak: Look who's finally back. We were already thinking of going to look for you.
>The goblin had a cheerful tone in her voice, you could tell she was much more relaxed, her small green body was completely exposed, her nipples were quite pronounced with large areolas, there was a lot of hair in her crotch, the goblin didn't show the slightest bit of shame.
Kilt: Have some decency, dwarf, and put something on! What kind of impression are you going to give Victoria?.
>Kilt seemed somewhat annoyed by Vak's carefree attitude, who didn't pay much attention to her comrade's words, sitting down in front of the fire while taking a skewer.
Mao: Vak has always been like this, Kilt, don't expect her to start acting differently just because Victoria is with us.
>Mao then took two skewers from the campfire and stood up, approaching you with a calm smile on her face.
Mao: We still have a long way to go, so for now let's focus on resting.
>Mao then handed you the skewers and returned to the fire, Kilt and you approached, leaving the firewood a safe distance from the campfire.
>You noticed Kilt taking off her leather armor with a sigh, Mao, on the other hand, wasn't wearing the hood that covered her face, revealing shiny brown hair and tanned skin.
Kilt: Pass me some malt, Mao, I feel like drinking something.
>The zumin nodded before tossing a canteen to the dwarf, which she caught with ease and proceeded to take a deep drink from.
Kilt: Delicious! Alright, I'm going to sleep a bit, remember, someone always has to be awake watching the fire.
>Kilt then quickly ate her skewer and took another swig from the malt canteen before tossing it to you and proceeding to lie down on one of the blankets spread on the sand.
>Vak then gestured for you to come closer, a smile on her face as she took a bite of one of the skewers.
Vak: Come closer Victoria, let's drink some of that malt and enjoy the food, Mao, give me some bread please.
>Mao then took a piece of bread from her bag and approached Vak to hand it to her, then she approached you, handing you a piece as well.
>>4065 →
Are there any available spots?
Are there any available spots?
Here is posted everything related to the Hexcraft Heptagram roleplay meta
Infovideos:
https://youtube.com/shorts/cXD0241_sT8
▶https://youtube.com/shorts/TUl6YM1TLi8
▶https://youtube.com/shorts/UQi0mMpSZNI
▶
Memevideos
https://youtube.com/shorts/56zP-AvknKQ
▶
Official roleplay page:
https://pokipokibagre.github.io/Hexcraft-Heptagram/
Many slots!
Infovideos:
https://youtube.com/shorts/cXD0241_sT8
▶https://youtube.com/shorts/TUl6YM1TLi8▶https://youtube.com/shorts/UQi0mMpSZNI▶Memevideos
https://youtube.com/shorts/56zP-AvknKQ
▶Official roleplay page:
https://pokipokibagre.github.io/Hexcraft-Heptagram/
Many slots!
Is it still useful to report?
>>6938 →
For now there is no role to back the reports. But when I find an idea and restore the system, the Hex will remain the main currency. I felt like a crypto seller saying this
What do you think of a BNH with a skill tree?
I've wanted to do a time travel roleplay with a deep plot for a long time, I had it planned for when my main roleplay ended. But I've had ideas about a more "commercial" one, with powers and an invisible connection to tarot. Should I develop it?
pic to get attention
For now there is no role to back the reports. But when I find an idea and restore the system, the Hex will remain the main currency. I felt like a crypto seller saying this
What do you think of a BNH with a skill tree?
I've wanted to do a time travel roleplay with a deep plot for a long time, I had it planned for when my main roleplay ended. But I've had ideas about a more "commercial" one, with powers and an invisible connection to tarot. Should I develop it?
pic to get attention
>>6939 →
>What do you think of a BNH with a skill tree?
Do you know Dispatch? The game's gameplay seems very easy to adapt to a Hexcraft-style role. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cZNTai1NR8
▶
You would have to create missions where depending on how high your stats are, you have more or less chances of completing them. For example, a mission that requires +8 strength and another that asks for +8 resistance. If you don't reach those points, you can take it with another player and combine your stats, that way you promote doing missions in groups. You could also include a mechanic where if you double the stats the mission requires, you gain more experience.
Speaking of experience, instead of Hexcraft's big map, I'd say it would be better to make a simple one like pic's. You choose your base power on your character sheet and as you buy things in the skill tree, you can either increase your stats or gain greater mastery in your powers to achieve more things. For example, the power of the pickaxe is pyromancy, when you reach the third branch you gain the ability to buy the power to propel yourself with your fire to fly, while in the fourth branch you have the ability to cause large explosions or absorb heat from a target.
Another thing about the skill tree would be that once you decide to go down a branch, you can't go back unless you spend the necessary points to do so. For example, I buy +2 strength and flight, if I want to go back and buy the +2 resistance below, I would have to spend that amount again to get back to that point on the map. That way you avoid a player accumulating exp too quickly.
>What do you think of a BNH with a skill tree?
Do you know Dispatch? The game's gameplay seems very easy to adapt to a Hexcraft-style role. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cZNTai1NR8
▶You would have to create missions where depending on how high your stats are, you have more or less chances of completing them. For example, a mission that requires +8 strength and another that asks for +8 resistance. If you don't reach those points, you can take it with another player and combine your stats, that way you promote doing missions in groups. You could also include a mechanic where if you double the stats the mission requires, you gain more experience.
Speaking of experience, instead of Hexcraft's big map, I'd say it would be better to make a simple one like pic's. You choose your base power on your character sheet and as you buy things in the skill tree, you can either increase your stats or gain greater mastery in your powers to achieve more things. For example, the power of the pickaxe is pyromancy, when you reach the third branch you gain the ability to buy the power to propel yourself with your fire to fly, while in the fourth branch you have the ability to cause large explosions or absorb heat from a target.
Another thing about the skill tree would be that once you decide to go down a branch, you can't go back unless you spend the necessary points to do so. For example, I buy +2 strength and flight, if I want to go back and buy the +2 resistance below, I would have to spend that amount again to get back to that point on the map. That way you avoid a player accumulating exp too quickly.
One-night role in the cuckchair
>Name
>Age
>Sex
>History
>Race
>Stats
>Name
>Age
>Sex
>History
>Race
>Stats
>>6896 →
>Rejected.
Besides being a faggot, you're demanding.
I'm going to create the most cucked character sheet for you, and you're going to masturbate reading it, you piece of shit nigger.
>Rejected.
Besides being a faggot, you're demanding.
I'm going to create the most cucked character sheet for you, and you're going to masturbate reading it, you piece of shit nigger.
>>6874 →
>>6910 →
>Name
Cuckyn Mcucker
>Age
21
>Sex
Male
>History
https://youtu.be/sySlY1XKlhM
▶This is how my day has been... I was almost suspended from university, I think besides being a cuck I'm also gay, I lost the girl of my dreams, and I got beaten up pretty badly. Still, things could be a lot worse. Oh wait, I'm falling to my death, so no. How did I get here, you'll ask.
My end begins a few days ago, my starting point....
....
My name is Cuckyn, Cuckyn Mcucker.
I'm 24 years old and in my fourth year of Microfusion Engineering at university. I wasn't one of those students who stand out in the hallways or in campus conversations like the GigaChads or Brads, with their Mega Stacys like in the 90s movies. Rather, I was one of those genetic trash losers, but not so much that I was remarkable, like those who smell of semen, because yes, masturbation has a smell. Academically, I wasn't a disaster, but I wasn't brilliant either. I understood the principles of my major, I could solve complex equations and survive long thermal simulation labs, but I struggled with human noise: groups, others' laughter, the ease with which others seemed to exist without thinking too much. My refuge was the nights, the cramped university dorm room, and the blue light of the screen burning my corneas, while I, comfortable in my chair, watched delicious Pornito, on a page with excellent exciting content, which I will mention for your delight later.
That's how I was. Or at least that's how I remember myself.
It was in that environment that I saw her, Sophia, a girl from my same faculty, with a kind presence, always surrounded by a calm that seemed natural, as if she didn't have to try to fit in anywhere because she already belonged everywhere. I never managed to feel entirely comfortable with myself when I was near her. I started noticing her in small fragments: a laugh in the back of the classroom, a hand raised to ask something in class, the way she organized her notes without apparent stress. Over time, those fragments stopped being neutral and started taking up space in my nights, in my silent routine, in that kind of private thoughts that I won't tell you because I'm embarrassed!
When I wasn't around, my mind insisted on returning again and again to the idea of what I never dared to say out loud. That thought ended up becoming an obsessive habit of my nightly imagination, where I tried to resolve in private what in reality I didn't have the courage to face. Every day in class I promised myself the same thing: approach her, talk to her, confess. And every day I found an excuse not to do it.
At the same time, there was Asher... Asher Everett was one of those guys who never needed to introduce themselves twice: they just walked in and the atmosphere seemed to adjust around them. He had a light presence, as if the world responded easily to him, as if everything around him simply fell into place without effort. The kind of guy who, without making much noise, still ends up occupying space in everyone's mind on campus. And me... I hated people like that, just because they have pretty faces, their lives are already sorted out.
His way of moving was calm, confident without being arrogant, and there was something about him (his relaxed posture, the softness of his features, the way people naturally turned toward him) that made him impossible to ignore. That damn son of a bitch had everything I'd always wanted. I don't know how to explain it without sounding ridiculous, but he seemed to exist with less effort.
In class, people talked to him as if he were already part of the center of everything, as if social gravity tilted slightly in his favor without him doing absolutely anything. Why? That shit drove me insane. And then... I'd have to lock myself in my room, jerk off for hours staring at a picture of him, trying to release that frustration.... damn... damn faggot, feminine bastard! I was going to kill him, I was going to make him pay, and I had sworn it!! He didn't even seek attention, yet he still got it!! And me.... I didn't even get the crumbs. It was like watching someone spit out food in front of starving Africans just because they didn't like the taste.
He had short hair, always slightly messy in a way that looked intentional without trying. A delicate face, soft and expressive features, a barely defined jawline, light eyes. And meanwhile, me.... I could only compare myself. His build was slim, but firm, and... well-trained legs, almost like a cyclist's, strong thighs and an ass—N-no! No, nothing, I didn't say anything... whatever. There was something about him that made him especially noticeable to girls, without seeming to try at all. Meanwhile me.... I'm ugly, big lips, acne, chubby cheeks, and on top of that, I'm going bald. Life was unfair to the righteous. I'm a good guy and no one's ever shown the slightest interest in me.
But aside from that... he was hard to define. Not exactly a rival in the classic sense, but beyond the physical or social, Asher was a constant presence that forced me to be aware of all my own insecurities. As if everything I wasn't, he embodied, without even trying, everything that I struggled to achieve. And that bothered me more than I like to admit. It was unfair... but I didn't entirely hate him. Though I couldn't stop comparing myself either.
And that's what bothered me the most... not because he did anything, but because he didn't. I hate to admit it, but I watched him more than I should have. And in that observation, there was an uncomfortable mix of size comparison... E-in every sense! And a persistent feeling of inferiority that I couldn't quite explain.
Anyway...
Sophi, Asher, and I ended up forming a sort of silent "triangle" within the university routine. They talked naturally when they crossed paths on projects or in the cafeteria. I observed more than I participated. And in that observation, something began to build up that I didn't know how to process well, a mix of admiration, frustration, and an absurd need to prove something I didn't even know how to define.
Over time, I started to convince myself that I had to do something. Not big, not dramatic... just enough to stop being invisible in my own story. For weeks, that tension grew inside me. Until one night I decided I was going to break my own pattern. After hours in the library and mentally rehearsing conversations that never happened, I convinced myself that I would go see her, that I would finally say what I had been holding back for so long. I decided I was going to confess.
I walked across campus when it was already late. The lights in the residential buildings were on, and the air had that strange silence of the university when everyone pretends to be asleep, but no one is really at peace. I secretly snuck through the courtyard to the girls' dorm windows, to her room, with the intention of saying what I had been avoiding even thinking about for months, but then, everything fell apart...
As I got closer, I heard a loud noise, a commotion, and heavy, very heavy breathing. I hid under the windowsill, scared, thinking she saw me behind the glass, but no... it was much worse than that.
Moans.
Passionate moans... more than moans, screams, orgasm after orgasm of
>>6910 →
>Name
Cuckyn Mcucker
>Age
21
>Sex
Male
>History
https://youtu.be/sySlY1XKlhM
▶This is how my day has been... I was almost suspended from university, I think besides being a cuck I'm also gay, I lost the girl of my dreams, and I got beaten up pretty badly. Still, things could be a lot worse. Oh wait, I'm falling to my death, so no. How did I get here, you'll ask.My end begins a few days ago, my starting point....
....
My name is Cuckyn, Cuckyn Mcucker.
I'm 24 years old and in my fourth year of Microfusion Engineering at university. I wasn't one of those students who stand out in the hallways or in campus conversations like the GigaChads or Brads, with their Mega Stacys like in the 90s movies. Rather, I was one of those genetic trash losers, but not so much that I was remarkable, like those who smell of semen, because yes, masturbation has a smell. Academically, I wasn't a disaster, but I wasn't brilliant either. I understood the principles of my major, I could solve complex equations and survive long thermal simulation labs, but I struggled with human noise: groups, others' laughter, the ease with which others seemed to exist without thinking too much. My refuge was the nights, the cramped university dorm room, and the blue light of the screen burning my corneas, while I, comfortable in my chair, watched delicious Pornito, on a page with excellent exciting content, which I will mention for your delight later.
That's how I was. Or at least that's how I remember myself.
It was in that environment that I saw her, Sophia, a girl from my same faculty, with a kind presence, always surrounded by a calm that seemed natural, as if she didn't have to try to fit in anywhere because she already belonged everywhere. I never managed to feel entirely comfortable with myself when I was near her. I started noticing her in small fragments: a laugh in the back of the classroom, a hand raised to ask something in class, the way she organized her notes without apparent stress. Over time, those fragments stopped being neutral and started taking up space in my nights, in my silent routine, in that kind of private thoughts that I won't tell you because I'm embarrassed!
When I wasn't around, my mind insisted on returning again and again to the idea of what I never dared to say out loud. That thought ended up becoming an obsessive habit of my nightly imagination, where I tried to resolve in private what in reality I didn't have the courage to face. Every day in class I promised myself the same thing: approach her, talk to her, confess. And every day I found an excuse not to do it.
At the same time, there was Asher... Asher Everett was one of those guys who never needed to introduce themselves twice: they just walked in and the atmosphere seemed to adjust around them. He had a light presence, as if the world responded easily to him, as if everything around him simply fell into place without effort. The kind of guy who, without making much noise, still ends up occupying space in everyone's mind on campus. And me... I hated people like that, just because they have pretty faces, their lives are already sorted out.
His way of moving was calm, confident without being arrogant, and there was something about him (his relaxed posture, the softness of his features, the way people naturally turned toward him) that made him impossible to ignore. That damn son of a bitch had everything I'd always wanted. I don't know how to explain it without sounding ridiculous, but he seemed to exist with less effort.
In class, people talked to him as if he were already part of the center of everything, as if social gravity tilted slightly in his favor without him doing absolutely anything. Why? That shit drove me insane. And then... I'd have to lock myself in my room, jerk off for hours staring at a picture of him, trying to release that frustration.... damn... damn faggot, feminine bastard! I was going to kill him, I was going to make him pay, and I had sworn it!! He didn't even seek attention, yet he still got it!! And me.... I didn't even get the crumbs. It was like watching someone spit out food in front of starving Africans just because they didn't like the taste.
He had short hair, always slightly messy in a way that looked intentional without trying. A delicate face, soft and expressive features, a barely defined jawline, light eyes. And meanwhile, me.... I could only compare myself. His build was slim, but firm, and... well-trained legs, almost like a cyclist's, strong thighs and an ass—N-no! No, nothing, I didn't say anything... whatever. There was something about him that made him especially noticeable to girls, without seeming to try at all. Meanwhile me.... I'm ugly, big lips, acne, chubby cheeks, and on top of that, I'm going bald. Life was unfair to the righteous. I'm a good guy and no one's ever shown the slightest interest in me.
But aside from that... he was hard to define. Not exactly a rival in the classic sense, but beyond the physical or social, Asher was a constant presence that forced me to be aware of all my own insecurities. As if everything I wasn't, he embodied, without even trying, everything that I struggled to achieve. And that bothered me more than I like to admit. It was unfair... but I didn't entirely hate him. Though I couldn't stop comparing myself either.
And that's what bothered me the most... not because he did anything, but because he didn't. I hate to admit it, but I watched him more than I should have. And in that observation, there was an uncomfortable mix of size comparison... E-in every sense! And a persistent feeling of inferiority that I couldn't quite explain.
Anyway...
Sophi, Asher, and I ended up forming a sort of silent "triangle" within the university routine. They talked naturally when they crossed paths on projects or in the cafeteria. I observed more than I participated. And in that observation, something began to build up that I didn't know how to process well, a mix of admiration, frustration, and an absurd need to prove something I didn't even know how to define.
Over time, I started to convince myself that I had to do something. Not big, not dramatic... just enough to stop being invisible in my own story. For weeks, that tension grew inside me. Until one night I decided I was going to break my own pattern. After hours in the library and mentally rehearsing conversations that never happened, I convinced myself that I would go see her, that I would finally say what I had been holding back for so long. I decided I was going to confess.
I walked across campus when it was already late. The lights in the residential buildings were on, and the air had that strange silence of the university when everyone pretends to be asleep, but no one is really at peace. I secretly snuck through the courtyard to the girls' dorm windows, to her room, with the intention of saying what I had been avoiding even thinking about for months, but then, everything fell apart...
As I got closer, I heard a loud noise, a commotion, and heavy, very heavy breathing. I hid under the windowsill, scared, thinking she saw me behind the glass, but no... it was much worse than that.
Moans.
Passionate moans... more than moans, screams, orgasm after orgasm of
>>6911 →
Turns out running out completely naked and cum-covered, from the women's dorm area at two in the morning doesn't make you "the funny guy." It makes you "the dirty rapist underwear thief who's doing something illegal." And that's where the trouble started. Two dorm students intercepted me first. They didn't listen to explanations. In fact, I didn't even get to try. One of them threw me to the ground before I could say "it's not what it looks like," and the next thing I remember is a combination of fists, kicks, clubs, shouts, and a mix of "you degenerate pervert!" and "call the Dean!". When campus security arrived, I already looked more like a punching bag than a person.
That same night I ended up in the university disciplinary office, sitting across from the dean, with a blanket over my shoulders, two swollen eyes, a bleeding nose, a missing tooth, and my dignity officially declared missing in action........... I don't know how, I survived that.... I managed to lie, and I left that meeting with a formal warning and the word "possible suspension" hanging over my head like a guillotine. But I really didn't care about expulsion at all, my student reputation, almost non-existent, was over, now no one would look me in the eye, my life, my future, was over.
No bitches, no life, no nothing.... This morning I decided to jump from the abandoned water tower behind the University. Without thinking... I swung.
...
And well, this is where I was, about to fall into the void to end my existence... until https://youtu.be/fM_-MuPL2ng
▶ Quickly grabbed me by the railing, and I sat down suddenly, breathing heavily, with my heart in my throat. With a trembling hand, I look at my phone... a notification.
<Asher
"😉"
Huh? W-what does that mean? Wait, how did he get my num-.... Shit... the images come to mind. I couldn't jump anymore even if I wanted to... I don't know why. I think the excitement of that night was such that... deep down I wanted more.
>race
Neo Amerimutt
>Stats
<Cock size
13cm long and 14cm thick
<Masturbation duration
5 hours.
<Ejaculation
10ml
<Masturbation record
122
2/2
Turns out running out completely naked and cum-covered, from the women's dorm area at two in the morning doesn't make you "the funny guy." It makes you "the dirty rapist underwear thief who's doing something illegal." And that's where the trouble started. Two dorm students intercepted me first. They didn't listen to explanations. In fact, I didn't even get to try. One of them threw me to the ground before I could say "it's not what it looks like," and the next thing I remember is a combination of fists, kicks, clubs, shouts, and a mix of "you degenerate pervert!" and "call the Dean!". When campus security arrived, I already looked more like a punching bag than a person.
That same night I ended up in the university disciplinary office, sitting across from the dean, with a blanket over my shoulders, two swollen eyes, a bleeding nose, a missing tooth, and my dignity officially declared missing in action........... I don't know how, I survived that.... I managed to lie, and I left that meeting with a formal warning and the word "possible suspension" hanging over my head like a guillotine. But I really didn't care about expulsion at all, my student reputation, almost non-existent, was over, now no one would look me in the eye, my life, my future, was over.
No bitches, no life, no nothing.... This morning I decided to jump from the abandoned water tower behind the University. Without thinking... I swung.
...
And well, this is where I was, about to fall into the void to end my existence... until https://youtu.be/fM_-MuPL2ng
▶ Quickly grabbed me by the railing, and I sat down suddenly, breathing heavily, with my heart in my throat. With a trembling hand, I look at my phone... a notification.<Asher
"😉"
Huh? W-what does that mean? Wait, how did he get my num-.... Shit... the images come to mind. I couldn't jump anymore even if I wanted to... I don't know why. I think the excitement of that night was such that... deep down I wanted more.
>race
Neo Amerimutt
>Stats
<Cock size
13cm long and 14cm thick
<Masturbation duration
5 hours.
<Ejaculation
10ml
<Masturbation record
122
2/2
EPILOGO: EL ENIGMA SIN FIN∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ΕΠΙΛΟΓΟΣ: ΤΟ ΑΤΕΛΕΙΩΤΟ ΑΙΝΙΓΜΑ
Why do you stare
Do you think that I care?
You've been misled
By the thoughts in your head
Your words waste and decay
Nothing you say
Reaches my ears anyway
You never spoke a word of truth
Why do you think
I believe what you said
Few of your words
Ever enter my head
I'm tired of living with freaks?
With tongues in their cheeks
Turning their eyes as they speak
They make me sick and tired
Are you confused
To the point in your mind
Though you're blind
Can't you see you're wrong
Won't you refuse
To be used
Even though you may know
I can see you're wrong
Please!, please!, please open your eyes
Please!, please!, please don't give me lies
I've ruled over the earth
Witnessed my birth
Cried at the sight of a man
And still I don't know who I am
I've seen paupers as kings
Puppets on strings
Dance for the children who stare
You must have seen them everywhere
>Players
-Tamamo: alien shemale with divine tits, the fanservice made real but with good development
-Baloo: rotating ball of fur, tactical and deadly, bear master of disguise and lover of nature
-Charles: depressed writer with severe inspiration problems, for biological reasons he is francophobic
-Lovely Flowers: French schizophrenic, after being thrown (against her will) towards a Greek god she believes she is the owner of destiny
-Shaggy Rogers: "wooorales Shaggy ¿how was the touch? ¿stands, Scrappy, gods? chiiiispas old man this thing really makes you fly"
-Lirola: Olé the most Spanish and very Spanish of the role, you know it, kid, man!
>MAXIMUM SPOTS
let's be honest,.. ALMOST 5 YEARS AND STILL I HAVE NOT FINISHED THIS BUT I ALMOST ACHIEVED IT JAJAJAJ
>Previous threads
-chapter 1: https://hispafiles.ru/r/res/268776.html
-chapter 2: https://hispafiles.ru/r/res/277088.html
-chapter 3: https://hispafiles.ru/r/res/300616.html
-chapter 4 rescued from Hades on mediafire: https://www.mediafire.com/folder/djvmbcl9js7al/capitulo_4_
-chapter 4.5: https://endchan.net/Hisrol/res/3840.html
-chapter 5: https://8chan.moe/hisrol/res/1964.html
-chapter 6: https://8chan.moe/hisrol/res/16306.html
-chapter 7: https://8chan.moe/hisrol/res/35342.html
-chapter 8: https://8chan.moe/hisrol/res/74060.html
Why do you stare
Do you think that I care?
You've been misled
By the thoughts in your head
Your words waste and decay
Nothing you say
Reaches my ears anyway
You never spoke a word of truth
Why do you think
I believe what you said
Few of your words
Ever enter my head
I'm tired of living with freaks?
With tongues in their cheeks
Turning their eyes as they speak
They make me sick and tired
Are you confused
To the point in your mind
Though you're blind
Can't you see you're wrong
Won't you refuse
To be used
Even though you may know
I can see you're wrong
Please!, please!, please open your eyes
Please!, please!, please don't give me lies
I've ruled over the earth
Witnessed my birth
Cried at the sight of a man
And still I don't know who I am
I've seen paupers as kings
Puppets on strings
Dance for the children who stare
You must have seen them everywhere
>Players
-Tamamo: alien shemale with divine tits, the fanservice made real but with good development
-Baloo: rotating ball of fur, tactical and deadly, bear master of disguise and lover of nature
-Charles: depressed writer with severe inspiration problems, for biological reasons he is francophobic
-Lovely Flowers: French schizophrenic, after being thrown (against her will) towards a Greek god she believes she is the owner of destiny
-Shaggy Rogers: "wooorales Shaggy ¿how was the touch? ¿stands, Scrappy, gods? chiiiispas old man this thing really makes you fly"
-Lirola: Olé the most Spanish and very Spanish of the role, you know it, kid, man!
>MAXIMUM SPOTS
let's be honest,.. ALMOST 5 YEARS AND STILL I HAVE NOT FINISHED THIS BUT I ALMOST ACHIEVED IT JAJAJAJ
>Previous threads
-chapter 1: https://hispafiles.ru/r/res/268776.html
-chapter 2: https://hispafiles.ru/r/res/277088.html
-chapter 3: https://hispafiles.ru/r/res/300616.html
-chapter 4 rescued from Hades on mediafire: https://www.mediafire.com/folder/djvmbcl9js7al/capitulo_4_
-chapter 4.5: https://endchan.net/Hisrol/res/3840.html
-chapter 5: https://8chan.moe/hisrol/res/1964.html
-chapter 6: https://8chan.moe/hisrol/res/16306.html
-chapter 7: https://8chan.moe/hisrol/res/35342.html
-chapter 8: https://8chan.moe/hisrol/res/74060.html
>>2634 →
We're still waiting Leshero...but no rush eh!
We're still waiting Leshero...but no rush eh!
>>2635 →
Of course there's urgency, I don't like leaving you without roleplay JZJAJAJAJAAJAJJA I was able to get out of this hellish semester and even though I got a job, I find it easier to roleplay without thinking about uni JJAJAJAJAJ
Of course there's urgency, I don't like leaving you without roleplay JZJAJAJAJAAJAJJA I was able to get out of this hellish semester and even though I got a job, I find it easier to roleplay without thinking about uni JJAJAJAJAJ
In Japan, there was a strange phenomenon. People could die spontaneously. Average people lived in fear of burning, being torn apart, or disappearing and never being seen again.
But others know this wasn't a simple matter of chance... But of curses. Beings born from humanity's negative emotions, and who wreak havoc.
To keep the curses at bay, and defend humanity, sorcerers exist. People capable of controlling their cursed energy to eliminate these evil spirits.
That's where you come in.
You are going to train to be a sorcerer. At the sorcerer school.
This is the story... of how you became a true jujutsu sorcerer.
But others know this wasn't a simple matter of chance... But of curses. Beings born from humanity's negative emotions, and who wreak havoc.
To keep the curses at bay, and defend humanity, sorcerers exist. People capable of controlling their cursed energy to eliminate these evil spirits.
That's where you come in.
You are going to train to be a sorcerer. At the sorcerer school.
This is the story... of how you became a true jujutsu sorcerer.
>>6846 →
:- Selective memory? Haha! Oh poor you, they must have hit you really hard for you not to even remember the fight.
The guy who doesn't know how to dodge is now also the guy who doesn't know how to remember. The fight didn't last even 5 minutes and yet his fish memory isn't enough to remember the moment when Takahiro drew the curse towards himself to hit her head on. Listening to this guy trying to justify his own uselessness is very funny to Takahiro.
:- Bark as much as you want, it's not like a mixed breed dog can do anything else.
He shrugs, sits down, and lets the piñata's insults pass. Takahiro didn't say it directly, but it's true that he is the son of cousins. Something that is true for the majority of clans that want to maintain the "purity" of their cursed techniques. Without giving it more attention, he ignores it along with the rest until they arrived at the temple.
:- Of course you were going to go out to defend the other useless one. It doesn't matter what his ritual does, if all he knows how to do is hide behind others then he has nothing to do here. >>6639 → So what are you waiting for? Stop hiding behind your boyfriend and speak for yourself.
If Takahiro noticed that the melody came from Rammstein or not, it wasn't the issue. In his view, the real problem was the fact that this one remained locked inside the train while the others (except Takahiro) fought for their lives. Coward tactics like that didn't even deserve to be considered magic. Trying to provoke him, Takahiro stood in front of Rammstein and demanded an explanation in front of everyone.
>>6852 →
:- So that's what it's about, well then if that's what you want next time I'll let the rest die without me intervening.
Crossing his arms, Takahiro just nodded and looked away. The old man's response wasn't what he expected, but it was certainly a response. If he had known they were doing things the old way, he would have let everyone deal with it as they could.
:- No, I don't see any teacher here. So if you're so kind, why don't you go and find her pequ- !Agh! !Ayayay! !Let go!
Continuing with his confrontational attitude, Takahiro tried to keep annoying the supposed teacher. However, this attempt was interrupted by the sudden pull that made him lean to the side to avoid having his ear torn off. He whines like a little kid until they let go and starts rubbing it to reduce the burning.
:- !Blegh! I'll see what you get when I find your father.
He returns the tongue sticking out and once again treats her like a child. He'll need much more than a simple ear tug for her to recognize him as her teacher.
>>6853 →
:- Of course, of course, a class. Hopefully this time we meet our real teacher and all.
Reluctantly accepts to follow Moco along with the rest of the students. At least the inside of the school looked like a school. With everything that happened, he expected them to tell him the dorms would be outdoors or some stupid thing like that. Fortunately, that's not the case and also they are individual, so he won't have to put up with any of the other idiots.
:- Wow, they are in a hurry to run out of students... Anyway, I already told the old man before that I don't intend to help them. So from now on, everyone is on their own. I'll come back when they finish praying for their lives.
As expected, the supposed teacher has nothing to teach. If that's the case, then he also has no reason to stand here doing nothing. After complaining and saying he doesn't intend to help anyone, Takahiro left. He'll go on the mission when he wants, for now he prefers to spend some time watching the fish or checking out his dormitory.
:- Selective memory? Haha! Oh poor you, they must have hit you really hard for you not to even remember the fight.
The guy who doesn't know how to dodge is now also the guy who doesn't know how to remember. The fight didn't last even 5 minutes and yet his fish memory isn't enough to remember the moment when Takahiro drew the curse towards himself to hit her head on. Listening to this guy trying to justify his own uselessness is very funny to Takahiro.
:- Bark as much as you want, it's not like a mixed breed dog can do anything else.
He shrugs, sits down, and lets the piñata's insults pass. Takahiro didn't say it directly, but it's true that he is the son of cousins. Something that is true for the majority of clans that want to maintain the "purity" of their cursed techniques. Without giving it more attention, he ignores it along with the rest until they arrived at the temple.
:- Of course you were going to go out to defend the other useless one. It doesn't matter what his ritual does, if all he knows how to do is hide behind others then he has nothing to do here. >>6639 → So what are you waiting for? Stop hiding behind your boyfriend and speak for yourself.
If Takahiro noticed that the melody came from Rammstein or not, it wasn't the issue. In his view, the real problem was the fact that this one remained locked inside the train while the others (except Takahiro) fought for their lives. Coward tactics like that didn't even deserve to be considered magic. Trying to provoke him, Takahiro stood in front of Rammstein and demanded an explanation in front of everyone.
>>6852 →
:- So that's what it's about, well then if that's what you want next time I'll let the rest die without me intervening.
Crossing his arms, Takahiro just nodded and looked away. The old man's response wasn't what he expected, but it was certainly a response. If he had known they were doing things the old way, he would have let everyone deal with it as they could.
:- No, I don't see any teacher here. So if you're so kind, why don't you go and find her pequ- !Agh! !Ayayay! !Let go!
Continuing with his confrontational attitude, Takahiro tried to keep annoying the supposed teacher. However, this attempt was interrupted by the sudden pull that made him lean to the side to avoid having his ear torn off. He whines like a little kid until they let go and starts rubbing it to reduce the burning.
:- !Blegh! I'll see what you get when I find your father.
He returns the tongue sticking out and once again treats her like a child. He'll need much more than a simple ear tug for her to recognize him as her teacher.
>>6853 →
:- Of course, of course, a class. Hopefully this time we meet our real teacher and all.
Reluctantly accepts to follow Moco along with the rest of the students. At least the inside of the school looked like a school. With everything that happened, he expected them to tell him the dorms would be outdoors or some stupid thing like that. Fortunately, that's not the case and also they are individual, so he won't have to put up with any of the other idiots.
:- Wow, they are in a hurry to run out of students... Anyway, I already told the old man before that I don't intend to help them. So from now on, everyone is on their own. I'll come back when they finish praying for their lives.
As expected, the supposed teacher has nothing to teach. If that's the case, then he also has no reason to stand here doing nothing. After complaining and saying he doesn't intend to help anyone, Takahiro left. He'll go on the mission when he wants, for now he prefers to spend some time watching the fish or checking out his dormitory.
>>6852 →
well, the fact that my powers depend on technology is what brought me here
>I'm liking the teacher quite a bit
>it seems the blue-haired girl and I aren't the only short ones here anymore
>although her name is a bit weird...
>at least it's not Loco Moco
>that reminds me I always wanted to go to Hawaii...
>but it's not the time to fantasize about having a vacation
>classes just started, after all
>>6853 →
I can fix myself, teacher, but thank you
>I decide to go look for my dorm
>I'm going to need to have my phone charged in case I need to use my technique again
>maybe later I'll go see about the uniform...
>if it doesn't end up being too big on me
well, the fact that my powers depend on technology is what brought me here
>I'm liking the teacher quite a bit
>it seems the blue-haired girl and I aren't the only short ones here anymore
>although her name is a bit weird...
>at least it's not Loco Moco
>that reminds me I always wanted to go to Hawaii...
>but it's not the time to fantasize about having a vacation
>classes just started, after all
>>6853 →
I can fix myself, teacher, but thank you
>I decide to go look for my dorm
>I'm going to need to have my phone charged in case I need to use my technique again
>maybe later I'll go see about the uniform...
>if it doesn't end up being too big on me
>>6851 →
"Professor Chumimaru, if you're tired, I can help you with your insomnia" She told the professor as soon as she saw him having trouble concentrating. Amara was now like that, trying to help whenever someone could, because that's what she had promised the director. The professor seemed like someone hard to impress. But she tried. "Look"
Amara picked up a small feather that had fallen on the path, and from among her magical tools, she took out a tiny bottle that had a white, viscous fluid with which she could cover the small feather. Using the sap from a sleepy tree as a catalyst, Amara could summon Paralyze, which was what she was trying to do. Her cursed energy immediately traveled to a flying bird that fell into the pond.
"It's the equivalent of propofol" She said, repeating what a famous African once said. And without more, she went to rescue the bird from the pond, and to make it a small bed on a water lily. She acted proudly, although because of it, she had already gotten her sleeves, shoes, and part of her legs wet. Saving others implies sacrifices.
>>5990 →
"Hey, partner Junzo" She called him, without an apparent reason. Amara stayed looking at her partner for a few seconds, with an unreadable expression. Was Junzo always muscular? If the inflated state doesn't go away with a pinprick, eventually it will go away when he rests, for example. What if someone attacks him while he sleeps, and he inflates again? So many doubts. "Let's go together. Japanese-style" She said, several seconds later. Amara was going to follow him until he lowered his guard. In a way, it was like the African documentaries where they followed the animals to know what they did.
"Professor Chumimaru, if you're tired, I can help you with your insomnia" She told the professor as soon as she saw him having trouble concentrating. Amara was now like that, trying to help whenever someone could, because that's what she had promised the director. The professor seemed like someone hard to impress. But she tried. "Look"
Amara picked up a small feather that had fallen on the path, and from among her magical tools, she took out a tiny bottle that had a white, viscous fluid with which she could cover the small feather. Using the sap from a sleepy tree as a catalyst, Amara could summon Paralyze, which was what she was trying to do. Her cursed energy immediately traveled to a flying bird that fell into the pond.
"It's the equivalent of propofol" She said, repeating what a famous African once said. And without more, she went to rescue the bird from the pond, and to make it a small bed on a water lily. She acted proudly, although because of it, she had already gotten her sleeves, shoes, and part of her legs wet. Saving others implies sacrifices.
>>5990 →
"Hey, partner Junzo" She called him, without an apparent reason. Amara stayed looking at her partner for a few seconds, with an unreadable expression. Was Junzo always muscular? If the inflated state doesn't go away with a pinprick, eventually it will go away when he rests, for example. What if someone attacks him while he sleeps, and he inflates again? So many doubts. "Let's go together. Japanese-style" She said, several seconds later. Amara was going to follow him until he lowered his guard. In a way, it was like the African documentaries where they followed the animals to know what they did.
In the last two decades, the world has witnessed an unprecedented phenomenon: the appearance of individuals bearing peculiarities — genetic alterations that grant extraordinary abilities — colloquially known as quirks. What began as isolated cases, hidden and misinterpreted, has grown into an international matter.
The scientific community debates whether this is a natural evolutionary leap or the result of forces yet to be identified. Governments, on the other hand, are concerned with the strategic impact of these individuals. In a world divided by the Cold War, the fear that quirks could become weapons has ignited diplomatic tensions and fueled extremist ideologies, both in defense and opposition to their existence.
In this climate of uncertainty, amidst the cold waters and dense fog of the North Atlantic, rises Genesis Island: an isolated enclave, inaccessible by conventional routes and officially nonexistent on any navigational chart. Administered by the geneticist and empathetic mutant Edward Claremont, the island serves as a refuge and training center for young quirks carriers. There, they are taught to understand and control their abilities, while also being prepared for missions beyond their shores.
Claremont, visionary and pragmatic, founded Genesis Island in 1972, after acquiring the ruins of a World War II naval base. His facilities — a mix of military and academic architecture — now house classrooms, laboratories, training zones, and restricted sectors whose existence is rarely mentioned. Although his official discourse advocates for peaceful coexistence, many wonder what his true objective is and where the resources that keep this place functioning come from.
In the year 1983, the world watches in silence. Between the promise of a future where humans and mutants coexist, and the fear of an inevitable conflict, Genesis Island stands as a lighthouse… or perhaps, as the spark that will ignite the next great war.
>Sheet Nothing new, they already know it
>Name
>Quirk
Try not to make it open to further evolution, the point of the roll is that players advance with their quirks as they learn to handle them.
>Age
15 to 20
>Nationality
I want to see a diverse cast, yeah.
>Gender
>Background
>Aspirations
<No, there are no stats
The scientific community debates whether this is a natural evolutionary leap or the result of forces yet to be identified. Governments, on the other hand, are concerned with the strategic impact of these individuals. In a world divided by the Cold War, the fear that quirks could become weapons has ignited diplomatic tensions and fueled extremist ideologies, both in defense and opposition to their existence.
In this climate of uncertainty, amidst the cold waters and dense fog of the North Atlantic, rises Genesis Island: an isolated enclave, inaccessible by conventional routes and officially nonexistent on any navigational chart. Administered by the geneticist and empathetic mutant Edward Claremont, the island serves as a refuge and training center for young quirks carriers. There, they are taught to understand and control their abilities, while also being prepared for missions beyond their shores.
Claremont, visionary and pragmatic, founded Genesis Island in 1972, after acquiring the ruins of a World War II naval base. His facilities — a mix of military and academic architecture — now house classrooms, laboratories, training zones, and restricted sectors whose existence is rarely mentioned. Although his official discourse advocates for peaceful coexistence, many wonder what his true objective is and where the resources that keep this place functioning come from.
In the year 1983, the world watches in silence. Between the promise of a future where humans and mutants coexist, and the fear of an inevitable conflict, Genesis Island stands as a lighthouse… or perhaps, as the spark that will ignite the next great war.
>Sheet Nothing new, they already know it
>Name
>Quirk
Try not to make it open to further evolution, the point of the roll is that players advance with their quirks as they learn to handle them.
>Age
15 to 20
>Nationality
I want to see a diverse cast, yeah.
>Gender
>Background
>Aspirations
<No, there are no stats
the
of
four
bodies
of
muscular
engineers
already
lie
scattered
on
the
hangar
floor
breathing
weakly.
Only
the
strongest
is
the
one
who
still
stands
amidst
his
fallen
companions
after
having
thrown
a
scissors
kick
at
one
of
his
comrades.
There
seems
to
be
a
premature
calm
amidst
the
storm,
one
that
the
team
of
young
mutants
takes
advantage
of
to
regroup...
First,
the
young
German
girl
runs
toward
where
Lucan,
the
aspiring
king,
and
Barracuda,
whatever
Barracuda
is,
are
located.
Quickly
she
kneels
near
both
boys
to
check
their
physical
condition.
It
is
then
that
before
the
young
German
girl
can
say
anything
else,
they
are
attacked
again—
not
by
engineers,
not
even
by
people
from
this
earthly
plane,
but
by
ethereal
beings
surrounding
them.
Relatives
of
Lucan,
of
Anna
Sophie,
even
of
Barracuda.
German
ghost
What
is
this
strange
place?
Who
dares
disturb
the
eternal
rest
of
ARMAGEDON?
He
exclaims
in
surprise,
while
the
other
girl
turns
her
head
and
sees
a
similar
vision.
Another
ghost
Katherine!
Youuuu
killed
me.
It’s
a
ghost
exactly
matching
the
bulkier
form
Barracuda
takes.
Before
the
girl
can
say
anything
else,
she’s
grabbed
by
the
shoulders
by
Lucan
and
hurled
toward
the
last
engineer
still
standing.
However,
although
the
force
of
the
throw
was
exceptional,
the
aim
was
not.
Barracuda
ends
up
crashing
into
one
of
the
legs
of
Phoenix
1,
and
seconds
later
the
massive
airplane
tilts
and
falls
on
top
of
the
girl.
Ghost
Ha!
Deserved...
Can
you
believe
he
plugged
in
a
toaster
while
I
was
in
the
tub?
Lagrima’s
plan
had
succeeded
exactly
as
intended...
hundreds
of
heads
began
appearing
around
the
hangar
and
even
outside
it,
covering
the
3-kilometer
radius
Moira
was
capable
of
scanning
with
her
mind.
All
of
them
confused—
some
by
the
abrupt
teleportation
they’d
been
subjected
to,
others
because
they’d
been
pulled
straight
from
their
graves
into
a
place
completely
foreign
to
their
experience.
Napoleon
Bonaparte
I demand a bigger jar!
The jars with heads arguing amongst themselves with confusion and strident sounds began to surround the last engineer without realizing that Maria had started running through another hangar. She brought her hands to her head, feeling the psychic link with Moira overload due to the sheer number of sudden thoughts filled with confusion, anguish, fear, and surprise. The engineer screams as that link gives way and breaks like a thread.
<elsewhere...
>Moira Kinkross lets out a heartbreaking scream of pain as a fat drop of red blood runs down her nose. She falls from the chair where she was sitting as if it were the throne from which she directs the entire battle. Claremont runs quickly to help.
She brought her own fingers to a certain particular area of her neck. Moira's travels around the world had not only served to build a superb and manipulative personality, but also to learn things like the key to sleep, which she applies to herself after pressing a nerve in it, and she collapses in an instant into Claremont's arms.
The engineer's scream announced his freedom from Kinkross's mind control. He fell to one knee, seemingly exhausted. He wipes the sweat before standing up, still breathing heavily.
But that is the moment when the last engineer is hit by one of the mare's kicks, with such devastating accumulated force that it sends the last engineer flying, again towards the Phoenix 1, from where Barracuda emerges from the ground after having strained to get out from under the plane.
He watches what is coming at him.
With all the engineers defeated and the heads still around and no more psychic threats, Warren helps the injured students to their feet. As a good leader, he has done absolutely nothing to help them moments before.
<Warren
I no longer feel Moira in my mind, let's venture to think that the psychic bomb was a success and we will advance towards Claremont's study, it must be unprotected right now.
He turns and walks towards the hallway leading to the mansion, expecting the rest of the kids (minus Barracuda) to follow him.
of
four
bodies
of
muscular
engineers
already
lie
scattered
on
the
hangar
floor
breathing
weakly.
Only
the
strongest
is
the
one
who
still
stands
amidst
his
fallen
companions
after
having
thrown
a
scissors
kick
at
one
of
his
comrades.
There
seems
to
be
a
premature
calm
amidst
the
storm,
one
that
the
team
of
young
mutants
takes
advantage
of
to
regroup...
First,
the
young
German
girl
runs
toward
where
Lucan,
the
aspiring
king,
and
Barracuda,
whatever
Barracuda
is,
are
located.
Quickly
she
kneels
near
both
boys
to
check
their
physical
condition.
It
is
then
that
before
the
young
German
girl
can
say
anything
else,
they
are
attacked
again—
not
by
engineers,
not
even
by
people
from
this
earthly
plane,
but
by
ethereal
beings
surrounding
them.
Relatives
of
Lucan,
of
Anna
Sophie,
even
of
Barracuda.
German
ghost
What
is
this
strange
place?
Who
dares
disturb
the
eternal
rest
of
ARMAGEDON?
He
exclaims
in
surprise,
while
the
other
girl
turns
her
head
and
sees
a
similar
vision.
Another
ghost
Katherine!
Youuuu
killed
me.
It’s
a
ghost
exactly
matching
the
bulkier
form
Barracuda
takes.
Before
the
girl
can
say
anything
else,
she’s
grabbed
by
the
shoulders
by
Lucan
and
hurled
toward
the
last
engineer
still
standing.
However,
although
the
force
of
the
throw
was
exceptional,
the
aim
was
not.
Barracuda
ends
up
crashing
into
one
of
the
legs
of
Phoenix
1,
and
seconds
later
the
massive
airplane
tilts
and
falls
on
top
of
the
girl.
Ghost
Ha!
Deserved...
Can
you
believe
he
plugged
in
a
toaster
while
I
was
in
the
tub?
Lagrima’s
plan
had
succeeded
exactly
as
intended...
hundreds
of
heads
began
appearing
around
the
hangar
and
even
outside
it,
covering
the
3-kilometer
radius
Moira
was
capable
of
scanning
with
her
mind.
All
of
them
confused—
some
by
the
abrupt
teleportation
they’d
been
subjected
to,
others
because
they’d
been
pulled
straight
from
their
graves
into
a
place
completely
foreign
to
their
experience.
Napoleon
Bonaparte
I demand a bigger jar!
The jars with heads arguing amongst themselves with confusion and strident sounds began to surround the last engineer without realizing that Maria had started running through another hangar. She brought her hands to her head, feeling the psychic link with Moira overload due to the sheer number of sudden thoughts filled with confusion, anguish, fear, and surprise. The engineer screams as that link gives way and breaks like a thread.
<elsewhere...
>Moira Kinkross lets out a heartbreaking scream of pain as a fat drop of red blood runs down her nose. She falls from the chair where she was sitting as if it were the throne from which she directs the entire battle. Claremont runs quickly to help.
She brought her own fingers to a certain particular area of her neck. Moira's travels around the world had not only served to build a superb and manipulative personality, but also to learn things like the key to sleep, which she applies to herself after pressing a nerve in it, and she collapses in an instant into Claremont's arms.
The engineer's scream announced his freedom from Kinkross's mind control. He fell to one knee, seemingly exhausted. He wipes the sweat before standing up, still breathing heavily.
But that is the moment when the last engineer is hit by one of the mare's kicks, with such devastating accumulated force that it sends the last engineer flying, again towards the Phoenix 1, from where Barracuda emerges from the ground after having strained to get out from under the plane.
He watches what is coming at him.
With all the engineers defeated and the heads still around and no more psychic threats, Warren helps the injured students to their feet. As a good leader, he has done absolutely nothing to help them moments before.
<Warren
I no longer feel Moira in my mind, let's venture to think that the psychic bomb was a success and we will advance towards Claremont's study, it must be unprotected right now.
He turns and walks towards the hallway leading to the mansion, expecting the rest of the kids (minus Barracuda) to follow him.
>>6716 →
>looks like the clown's attack attracted someone
>I'd better say what I think in Russian, so Anne Sophie doesn't understand me
FASCIST! where is comrade Stalin when you need him?
>moments later I see the kick the mare gave
>she deserves some congratulations
Good!
>after that it seems we managed to stop Moira's psychic powers
>all that's left is to find her
>although my little sister is worried about what happened to Barracuda
don't worry, he'll be fine, as long as your Fhürer doesn't try to do to him what they used to do to people like... him?
>good thing I lost interest in Moira during this mission
>otherwise I wouldn't be able to contain myself
>but this is almost over
>maybe I can take the opportunity to approach the mare girl again
>>1989 →
hey, how about we go for a salad when this is over? or maybe something from your country, I don't know much about Chile beyond what the news says...
>maybe it's not a good idea to mention comrade Allende or the fascist Pinochet right now...
>and I think I should do more than talk about my country when I'm trying to win over girls
and... do you have any exercise routines?
>looks like the clown's attack attracted someone
>I'd better say what I think in Russian, so Anne Sophie doesn't understand me
FASCIST! where is comrade Stalin when you need him?
>moments later I see the kick the mare gave
>she deserves some congratulations
Good!
>after that it seems we managed to stop Moira's psychic powers
>all that's left is to find her
>although my little sister is worried about what happened to Barracuda
don't worry, he'll be fine, as long as your Fhürer doesn't try to do to him what they used to do to people like... him?
>good thing I lost interest in Moira during this mission
>otherwise I wouldn't be able to contain myself
>but this is almost over
>maybe I can take the opportunity to approach the mare girl again
>>1989 →
hey, how about we go for a salad when this is over? or maybe something from your country, I don't know much about Chile beyond what the news says...
>maybe it's not a good idea to mention comrade Allende or the fascist Pinochet right now...
>and I think I should do more than talk about my country when I'm trying to win over girls
and... do you have any exercise routines?
>>6716 →
"There's no need to worry, a little dust won't hide my natural shine"
He runs his hand over his body to clean his real muscles. Smiling and posing at the same time, for the enjoyment of the enchanting companion who asked about his condition. While continuing his delusions of being the center of the world, he ends up hearing a certain familiar voice.
<Lucan what the hell is that faggot you're carrying on your back?
"Grandpa?"
<You're the Most Serene Highness to you, you little piece of trash! Answer the question or are you also deaf as well as an idiot?
"They're my wings, a blessing from heaven that allows me to rise above any commoner"
<What we need is a cockroach in the family!
"I'm a beetle..."
<You're a disappointment, just like your parents and all their brothers! What has that useless bastard been doing with the country he was left? I bet that idiot already dissolved the monarchy!
"We're still a monarchy, just a constitutional one..."
<Constitutional my balls! Either you control the country or you don't, only a fag who can't make up his mind would choose that!
The annoying and decrepit ghost continued to bother his grandson, insulting him and his entire family at the same time. The natural confidence and arrogance of Lucan began to fade as he listened. He didn't take long to run out of answers, while looking at the ground with a depressed face like a child being scolded.
"Ah yeah... eeh, I have to go. There's world to save and that..."
Warren and his call to action becomes the perfect excuse for Lucan to escape from his grandfather's ghostly lament. Hurriedly, he turns around, runs and gets as far away as possible from this. However, they can still be heard in the distance his shouts and complaints about every little thing that happened with his country. It seems he's so focused on these that he doesn't even notice the moment his grandson left.
<And what's this about not joining Hitler? Be neutral, be neutral! If you're so scared to make decisions then get out of the way and let someone with a better mustache make the decisions!
"There's no need to worry, a little dust won't hide my natural shine"
He runs his hand over his body to clean his real muscles. Smiling and posing at the same time, for the enjoyment of the enchanting companion who asked about his condition. While continuing his delusions of being the center of the world, he ends up hearing a certain familiar voice.
<Lucan what the hell is that faggot you're carrying on your back?
"Grandpa?"
<You're the Most Serene Highness to you, you little piece of trash! Answer the question or are you also deaf as well as an idiot?
"They're my wings, a blessing from heaven that allows me to rise above any commoner"
<What we need is a cockroach in the family!
"I'm a beetle..."
<You're a disappointment, just like your parents and all their brothers! What has that useless bastard been doing with the country he was left? I bet that idiot already dissolved the monarchy!
"We're still a monarchy, just a constitutional one..."
<Constitutional my balls! Either you control the country or you don't, only a fag who can't make up his mind would choose that!
The annoying and decrepit ghost continued to bother his grandson, insulting him and his entire family at the same time. The natural confidence and arrogance of Lucan began to fade as he listened. He didn't take long to run out of answers, while looking at the ground with a depressed face like a child being scolded.
"Ah yeah... eeh, I have to go. There's world to save and that..."
Warren and his call to action becomes the perfect excuse for Lucan to escape from his grandfather's ghostly lament. Hurriedly, he turns around, runs and gets as far away as possible from this. However, they can still be heard in the distance his shouts and complaints about every little thing that happened with his country. It seems he's so focused on these that he doesn't even notice the moment his grandson left.
<And what's this about not joining Hitler? Be neutral, be neutral! If you're so scared to make decisions then get out of the way and let someone with a better mustache make the decisions!
50 years ago, a strange meteorite fell into the pacific, and from its remains emerged a very mysterious place known as the shadowy island. From this island, strange floating rocks emerge almost daily, carrying giant monsters within them that have not ceased to torment humanity relentlessly
''But not all is lost, the meteorite's energy seems to have awakened something, a hidden potential in the girls and teenagers of the earth, which usually awakens when confronting giant monsters. Only a few have managed to awaken this power... the power to become magical girls known as Celestial Heralds, the champions of earth'
>name
>appearance
>age (8-19 years old if you are a novice, you can only be older if you are a veteran)
>background
>stats
You have 2 base points and 10 points to distribute
Strength:
increases the faces of your damage multiplier die
Defense:
determines your HP
HP = Defense x10 +100
Agility:
Determines how many times you can attack per turn, one attack per point.
Combat system:
you attack as many times as you have agility. For each attack, you roll 1d20 for damage, a multiplier die with as many faces as strength points you have, and 1d2 for accuracy. If the accuracy die rolls 1, the attack fails, if it rolls 2, it hits. The damage is the result of your damage die multiplied by the multiplier.
for example, a character with 4 strength and 3 agility would roll:
1d20 = 6 1d4 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 15 1d4 = 3 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 12 1d4 = 2 1d2 = 1
you can combine the faces of your damage and multiplier dice to roll more powerful attacks, but you run the risk of missing the attack. For example, the previous character could roll:
1d60 = 27 1d12 = 8 1d2 = 1
you can also pay with one of your attacks so that another can hit guaranteed, but you can only do this with one attack per turn, and if the attack is the sum of several, you must pay the same number of attacks you used to make it. For example, a character with 8 agility and 2 strength could do this:
1d80 = 58 1d8 = 3, guaranteed hit.
''But not all is lost, the meteorite's energy seems to have awakened something, a hidden potential in the girls and teenagers of the earth, which usually awakens when confronting giant monsters. Only a few have managed to awaken this power... the power to become magical girls known as Celestial Heralds, the champions of earth'
>name
>appearance
>age (8-19 years old if you are a novice, you can only be older if you are a veteran)
>background
>stats
You have 2 base points and 10 points to distribute
Strength:
increases the faces of your damage multiplier die
Defense:
determines your HP
HP = Defense x10 +100
Agility:
Determines how many times you can attack per turn, one attack per point.
Combat system:
you attack as many times as you have agility. For each attack, you roll 1d20 for damage, a multiplier die with as many faces as strength points you have, and 1d2 for accuracy. If the accuracy die rolls 1, the attack fails, if it rolls 2, it hits. The damage is the result of your damage die multiplied by the multiplier.
for example, a character with 4 strength and 3 agility would roll:
1d20 = 6 1d4 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 15 1d4 = 3 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 12 1d4 = 2 1d2 = 1
you can combine the faces of your damage and multiplier dice to roll more powerful attacks, but you run the risk of missing the attack. For example, the previous character could roll:
1d60 = 27 1d12 = 8 1d2 = 1
you can also pay with one of your attacks so that another can hit guaranteed, but you can only do this with one attack per turn, and if the attack is the sum of several, you must pay the same number of attacks you used to make it. For example, a character with 8 agility and 2 strength could do this:
1d80 = 58 1d8 = 3, guaranteed hit.
>>6711 →
>4:32 PM
>Washington D.C.
>your father keeps your existence a secret
>the reasons are very obvious
>at least you're less of a problem than that son of Elon Musk...
>but at least you and your mother have your own house and amenities
>they live well to keep your mother quiet
>unfortunately, she is sick with hantavirus after being near an illegal immigrant
>that's why she's also in quarantine, in her room
>but at least the day is peaceful
>it's been a while since you last saw one of those floating rocks
>luckily, that time it was heading towards Delaware...
>but one of those could come here at any moment
>4:32 PM
>Washington D.C.
>your father keeps your existence a secret
>the reasons are very obvious
>at least you're less of a problem than that son of Elon Musk...
>but at least you and your mother have your own house and amenities
>they live well to keep your mother quiet
>unfortunately, she is sick with hantavirus after being near an illegal immigrant
>that's why she's also in quarantine, in her room
>but at least the day is peaceful
>it's been a while since you last saw one of those floating rocks
>luckily, that time it was heading towards Delaware...
>but one of those could come here at any moment
>>6712 →
>I was sitting on the sofa with my phone in one hand and a drink in the other.
>I let out a sigh as I look out the window of the house.
"Washington is too boring when there are no monsters..."
>I mutter to myself before scrolling through the news. As always, not a single mention of me. My father makes sure of that.
>For a moment I look towards the hallway that leads to my mother's room.
"You better get well soon..."
>I say in a low voice, although I know she probably can't hear me from there.
>I turn my gaze back to the sky. Since the last floating rock, everything has been strangely quiet. Too quiet.
>And when one of those things shows up here, I guess I'll have to take care of it.
>I smile with a certain arrogance and rest my chin on my hand.
"After all, someone has to save the country while the adults are busy with their own corruption"
>I was sitting on the sofa with my phone in one hand and a drink in the other.
>I let out a sigh as I look out the window of the house.
"Washington is too boring when there are no monsters..."
>I mutter to myself before scrolling through the news. As always, not a single mention of me. My father makes sure of that.
>For a moment I look towards the hallway that leads to my mother's room.
"You better get well soon..."
>I say in a low voice, although I know she probably can't hear me from there.
>I turn my gaze back to the sky. Since the last floating rock, everything has been strangely quiet. Too quiet.
>And when one of those things shows up here, I guess I'll have to take care of it.
>I smile with a certain arrogance and rest my chin on my hand.
"After all, someone has to save the country while the adults are busy with their own corruption"
>>6713 →
>while you yearn to save the world that adults are destroying, you hear explosions, missile impacts
>a giant rock is approaching
>and this time it's not coming from pazo
>the rock sheds its crust into the air
>a piece of it falls right on your house
>falling right next to you
>luckily, your mother's room is intact
>the monster that was inside the rock then approaches you
>it somehow starts absorbing the electricity from the entire city
>they shoot it with more missiles, but they do nothing
>your house shakes a little
>but your mother is still safe
>however, a helicopter arrives to try to evacuate them
>maybe your father sent it
>one would think he would let them die as collateral damage from the monster
>or maybe he'll be playing 4D chess like his supporters say?
>whatever the case, they are already rescuing your mother
>and before the monster tries to attack you, you feel a power surge within you
>one of the military tries to call you
>military
GET IN, QUICK!
>will you try to keep thinking about the power you feel, or will you board the helicopter before it gets shot down?
>while you yearn to save the world that adults are destroying, you hear explosions, missile impacts
>a giant rock is approaching
>and this time it's not coming from pazo
>the rock sheds its crust into the air
>a piece of it falls right on your house
>falling right next to you
>luckily, your mother's room is intact
>the monster that was inside the rock then approaches you
>it somehow starts absorbing the electricity from the entire city
>they shoot it with more missiles, but they do nothing
>your house shakes a little
>but your mother is still safe
>however, a helicopter arrives to try to evacuate them
>maybe your father sent it
>one would think he would let them die as collateral damage from the monster
>or maybe he'll be playing 4D chess like his supporters say?
>whatever the case, they are already rescuing your mother
>and before the monster tries to attack you, you feel a power surge within you
>one of the military tries to call you
>military
GET IN, QUICK!
>will you try to keep thinking about the power you feel, or will you board the helicopter before it gets shot down?
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