>>44960117
>Alexander
>A Dog
>Present Day Earth

>>44960117
>Jonathan

>A Human

>3000 years ago, right in the thick of the Gem Civil War, either gem or human.

>>44960117

Name: Zircon
Race: Gem
Period: 3000 years ago

>>44960117
What is this, some comic?

>A human
>3,000 years ago

>>44960117
>Sup fa/tg/uys. OP from another thread, 404ed now I think, asking for advice on how to properly QM. Well, I decided to grow a pair and take the leap. I have been reborn as SUQM! Rules are as follows. Voting will be 5 minutes, and rolls will be best of 4. Critique is begged for, as this is my first time QMing. Wanna be the best I can be.
>Meta text
DROPPED

>>44960236
Why? That's just stupid.

>>44960236
Well atleast we ain't a dog. Human seems to be the greatest vote, but the name is still fucked. Gonna wait a tad longer for dogs to leave and get a name going, then write again. Might extend the vote time too.

Vote count,

>>44960143
Stupid Dog! Making the quest look bad!

>>44960182
>>44960202
Human.

>>44960184
Gem.

>>44960333
dog plz

>>44960333
>Human

>>44960117
Other chaos spawn

>>44960184
Seconding.

Vote count again,

>>44960143
>>44960595
Dog

>>44960182
>>44960202
>>44960690
Human

>>44960184
Gem

>>44960721
>>44960793
Chaos Spawn.

Human wins it, sorry m8s.
Writing,

>>44960202
>>44960182
Your name Johnathan, and you are stuck in a cell for Gods know what reason. Really, they probably do know the reason, it's just that they won't share it with you mere mortals. It's odd though, you never figured there'd be so many gods... in all shapes and sizes and colors, not like you Humans. You may come in different colors but there are a great many more of these pantheon.
From what you understand, one of the main gods has rebelled from the norms of the rest of the pantheon. Her and a number of seemingly lesser deities have banded together to stop the killing of you mortals. You are still stuck in a cell in one of their flying chariots, awaiting some unknown fate. After some time however, the chariot lands, and a tall purple warrior-esque female opens the bars of your cell, which retreat into the ceiling. She grabs you by the arm and leading you outside. You see many other humans being herded into what seems like a giant hallway. And are soon separated by gender and frame. Around you are other humans, from different tribes. People from the frozen north, the exotic east, even some red skinned humans!
What do you do?
>Try to speak to one of them, maybe they know something.
>Investigate the room, hope to find something!
>Wait it out and think of a plan.
>Write in.

>>44960914
Speak & Investigate. We am play gods!

>>44961125
fuckin writing.

>>44961275

"чepт вoзьми, ты cмoтpишь? Ктo ты? Гдe этo?"

The strangely dressed man from the north speaks to you in his native tongue, one you are quasi familiar with. He is a hulking man, with a full beard, not unlike many others here. He is adorned in a fur coat from what you assume is a bar. You can only slightly make out what he is saying however, and attempt to answer back to him in your own broken dialect.

>roll me a 1d20.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>44961373
rollan

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>44961373

Rolled 1 (1d20)

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>44961373
Ere we go!

1,4,1,3

This quest is going to go far

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>44961736
>>44961708
>>44961683
>>44961544
>>44961482
Let me show you how it is done.

>>44961482
>>44961544
>>44961683
>>44961708

Great luck indeed
Prices ofs playings gods

>>44961753
Mediocre but the best so far, good job

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>>44961482
>>44961544
>>44961683
>>44961708
Oh Christ.

>4

Try as you may, you can barely pick up the tongue lashing this man is giving you. He is simply speaking too fast and you have your mind on other things. No doubt he is panicked over the situation at hand, with goodness knows what fate awaits you and the men in this room.

Suddenly, there is great ringing in your ears, one that spreads to the rest of the room, making you and the collective crowd clutch their ears. It’s like the wailing of a Banshee, and lasts for a good several minutes before finally stopping. On the foremost wall there is now a screen. A window? No… this is a screen of sorts. It is showing you a great birds eye view of the frozen north the man you attempted to translate came from. It is beautiful, great trees and gently falling snow. Above it, a great saucer looms, ominously like an omen of death, and death it does deliver.

From one of the holes in its center, the saucer drops a spherical object. It is round and smooth and black, like some corrupt egg. It begins cracking, lighting and sparks sputtering from the points where it breaks. The men from the north are going wild, screaming in some form of protest, as if they know what is to come. In a horrible crescendo, the sphere cracks open completely, and a great flash temporarily blinds the crowd. When you can finally see, the land is gone. A crater in its place. The Northerners are in various states of mourning, pounding their hands upon the ground and wailing for their loss of their homeland.

(cont.)

>>44961871


The screen disappears, and a part of the wall opens, leading into a hallway. The men from the north are angry beyond belief, and one of them, a slightly lanky looking man roars a roar of sorrow and charges inside, which is quickly followed by a slicing sound and silence. There are no other places open, and whatever horrible fate has befallen the man before you looms over you and many others.


What do you do?


>No choice, walk inside the hallway.

>Try to inspire these people, rally them and then go inside.

>Have someone walk in front of you

>Write in

>>44962047
>Try to inspire these people, rally them and then go inside.

>>44962047
If they're not gonna take us to their leader, then we need to become their leader! Rally and go.

>>44962131
>>44962134
Fuckin rally these bitches,

>roll a 20.
yeah fuckin right.

>>44962047
>Try to inspire these people, rally them and then go inside.

Rah rah

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>44962157

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>44962157

>>44962210
Finally, more than a 10

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>44962160
Rallyin, I mean rollin.

>>44962047
Rally and lead from the rear!

>>44962235
Or rather not.

>>44962247
he says without a roll.

>>44962210
aw shit nigga.
writan.
now before I make anything official, you gonna be a pussy and lead from the rear or take your traps like a man?

>>44962296
Full on pussy mode

>>44962296
Jonathan Joestar is no pussy.

Gonna flip d2 for it

1 pussy in the rear
2 man up and take it.

dice+1d2

>>44962296
Mama ain't raised no pussyboi.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>44962366
put dice+1d2 in the e-mail field, friendo

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>44962366
fucking shit.
try again.

>>44962384
just forgot to put it in the e-mail field m8.
>>44962389
and it looks like we a pussy.
sorry m8.
writan.

>>44962413
Well, shit dude, You didn't really give much time (like less than 5min) for a vote and >>44962372 I broke the tie here.

>>44962468
Yeah I agree, you need to rush things less. It's not like we fa/tg/uys are going anywhere.

>>44962468
>>44962504
Well shit, if that's what's wrong, then a'right. Re-writan.

>>44962413
>>44962210
>>44962047

>19
>aw shit nigga.


These men... they are terrified. One need only look into their eyes to see that they are scared. Those that are familiar with each other huddle together for safety, as there is safety in numbers. They try their best to re-assure one another, you even spot some fathers re-assuring their sons. This is the Human experience. And it fills you with rage. Many things hit you at once. That explosion was no mere show of force. It was an extermination. They do not see themselves as gods as you do them, they probably see themselves as exterminators and you the pest. You and no mere pest!


“MEN!” You shout, grabbing the attention of the crowd, “Lend me your ears! Those of you that hear my voice, be steeled by this! We have all felled beasts stronger than this, our ancestors doing battle with the likes of Frost Giants and Dragons! We had neither their tough hide nor fiery breath, yet see who is still here! We are Men! Of the East, of the West, North and South! We all bleed the same and bleed as one! Men of our Human Race! These are NOT Gods! These are NOT Demons! They are beasts! I ask thee to lend me your strength, and DIVE into that Abyss! Avenge the souls of the fallen, protect your lands and family!! Claim! Your! GLORY!!”


You let loose a roar at the end of your speech, which is quickly accompanied by the roars of many others, the hundreds in this room. The crowd that surrounds you, surges forth into the hall, and you leading the charge in front of them.


>Perk gained!
>Motivational Speaker! Add a +3 Bonus to any verbal persuasion, speech, or other.


New rule: voting is now 10 minutes.
(cont.)

>>44962827

(cont.)


The footsteps behind you sound like a charging herd of horses upon a cobble stone road. Your charge further inspires the men behind you, and in the corner of your eye you see the corpse of the first man you ran inside. He’s been sliced in half, almost as if cut by an axe. That is when you hear the click, a trap one of the men behind you must have triggered. From the side of the wall comes a saw blade, the one that probably cut the poor bastard in half.

>roll me a 20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>44962950
I'll roll you a 20 alright.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>44962950
rollan rollan rollan,
here we roll along

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>44962950

>>44963002
You sit on a throne of lies.

>>44962827
We are going for a full rebel general build. We can't fight gems but we can make them fight for us.

>>44963246
We'll see how it turns out.

Waiting for 4th roll.

>>44963399
No time limit for rolls?

Rolled 18 (1d1000)

>>44963399

>>44963424
Actually you bring up a good point... Imma make that 10 minutes too.
That being said, highest roll is 15 so, writan.

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>>44963462
twas intentional. You see, I can roll a 1d20 on a 1d1000.

cheers

>>44963462
Fuckin shit, never mind.

>>44963462
you people. Highest roll 15. god I'm tired.

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>>44963484

>>44962950
>15
>just made it

Time seems to slow down, the blade rotating, deadly serrations ready to cut into yet another victim. Luckily, you react in time, leaping above and stretching your body so the saw passes just below your stomach, not turning you into mincemeat. Others copy your actions, but as more and more make it, more and more saws appear, above and below the first that was aiming for your middle.

A few more people make it, while others aren’t so lucky, their bodies disappearing into the floor when they die, chopped up and forgotten. You spare a small pound to your chest at their bravery. One has yet to pass, a child, who didn’t make the jump with his father out of fear. The saws are still whirring menacingly, wanting to dice the poor child. His father is beside you, on one knee, encouraging the child to take the leap and be brave.

A sound of sound sliding alongside stone is heard at the end of the hall, and a door that leads into another room is seen closing in from above. You must decide quickly!

What do you do?

>Further encourage the kid.
>Leave him and his father behind, you must see to the others.
>Jump back through and get him. (2d20)

Ten minutes for voting this time around.

>>44963796
I'm gonna keep using the WWJJD (What would Jonathan Joestar do) method to decide my vote, so fuck it, let's go get him.

>>44963796
>>Further encourage the kid.
We are a leader, not a hero

>>44963796
>>Jump back through and get him. (2d20)
Fuck it, we balls out now.

>>44963916
We already voted for not being a pussy.

>>44963916
Fuck it, you are all right. I change my vote to
>Jump back through and get him. (2d20

ya'll mofos are slow.

>>44963911
>>44963992

You steel yourself, and order the rest of the men to go on without you, and quickly duck into the next room. You place your hand on the father and ask of him to do the same. Reluctantly, he does, and you ready yourself for some heroic acts.

>Roll me 2d20 peeps.

Rolled 12, 3 = 15 (2d20)

>>44964087

Rolled 17, 15 = 32 (2d20)

>>44964087

Rolled 1, 6 = 7 (2d20)

>>44964087

>>44964127
I keep rolling like shit.

Rolled 8, 2 = 10 (2d20)

>>44964087

Highest roll is 17, 15.
Writan.

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>>44964117
>>44964087

>17 to jump through, 15 to get back.


With deftness you toss yourself through the saws, like maws of life they threaten to end you like they have so many others. The jump earns a few concerned noises from the end of the hall, and cries of worry as the thick stone door closes behind you. The child is looking at you with wonder in his eyes, his fear of death by blade temporarily forgotten as you take him into your arms and hold him close.

You turn back once more, and with a powerful leap, avoid the deathly rotating steel, child in your arms. You roll once you land, quickly pumping your legs to reach the end of the hall before the door closes. The men who made it with you are yelling in various languages for you to “hurry, hurry!!”, quick as a rabbit with only a few inches before you are locked away, you slid the child and yourself beneath the deadly mechanism, and it closes behind you, almost crushing your head.

The child hurriedly gets back up, crying to his papa. His father picks up in his arms and hugs him as you stand once more, thanking you profusely in his native tongue. You simply nod your approval and turn to face the new room you arrived in.

(cont.)

>>44964390
baddass

>>44964390
We really are Jonathan Joestar

>>44964598
Damn straight.

>>44960117
>Steven tumblrverse
>quest
>first-time QM

This thread belongs in a dustbin.

>>44964664
Leave, ignore, and let it die then. Nobody's forcing you to be here.

>>44964390
Little tip QM, type up the whole post in notepad or something then post the whole thing at once.

>>44964782
Yeah good idea, seconded again.

>>44964390

(cont.)

Before you can do anything, you feel a hand upon your shoulder. It’s the man who you failed to understand from the main room. He seems solemn, and less panicked than before. He pounds his chest, and yours, and with a stron(k)g look of determination, he boldly declares in his broken speech, “You. Great Man. We, Yevseyev, follow you! Haroo!” A loud Haroo accompanies his, by the few dozen other fur clad, strong bearded men, “Und ve, Liebhard!” Another round of Haroos, this time from and yet more before the entire crowd of around 50-60 men do the same. You pound your chest in return of their cheers, and begin examining the room.

It looks akin to a ballroom, with tiles laid about. There is a door at the end of the room, above the floor so that one would have to climb atop each other to reach it. The tiles light up all red, with a few going green. Each light turning green is accompanied by a positive “ding” noise, leading in a pattern. The lights all die, leaving the regular tiles in their wake.

What do you do?
>try to discern pattern (d20)
>see what happens if you touch a red tile.
>Write in?

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>44964858
>>try to discern pattern (d20)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>44964858
>try to discern pattern (d20)

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>44964858
>try to discern pattern (d20)

>>44964858
>>Write in?
Throw something out there. I'm assuming we're some kind of ancient human so we shouldn't understand what kind of trap this is, only that there is a trap.

>>44964858
Try to gather some things you can throw and throw them at the green tiles, in the shortest route that would lead to the door. If that Doesn't fuck things up, jump on the green tiles over to the door.

>>44964906
>>44964925
>>44964955
Or shit, that works too I guess. Might as well post what I typed up though. Even if it probably doesn't make much sense.

>>44964970
That doesn't mean we're a retard. And we could've had contact with Gems before.

>>44964970
Ancient humans were actually pretty smart, we could definantly recognize some sort of pattern.

>>44964987
Ya got 2-3 minutes left m8.

>>44964987
Never said retarded, just not used to light, colour and sound patterns.
>>44965007
But would they really understand simon says in 1000bc?

Also, since we aren't northern barbarians what culture should we be from?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>44965062
For what? Am I supposed to roll with my vote now?

>>44965115
Well we're Jonathan Joestar, so from the British Isles in some way shape or form. Does that make us a "Man of the West"? Islander?

>>44965115
Uh, yeah I'm pretty sure they would.

Vote count peeps.

>>44964906
>>44964925
>>44964955
>>44965157
Simon Says, highest roll 18

>>44964970
>>44964987
Throw shit.

Discern pattern wins it.

>>44965157
Nah man. the roll constitutes as your vote, cause you're rolling for the thing. Unless you state others like, "rolling for X". Should I do it some other way? Like I said in the OP, tear me a new one m8s, please.

Writing now.

>>44965163
Alright simon says was a bad example.

>>44965157
Closest the internet says to being British around that time are the pre-Celtic peoples.

>>44965231
>the roll constitutes as your vote, cause you're rolling for the thing

Yeah alright, that's fine. I'm just not too experienced with quest threads myself. I can roll in the same post in which I vote if you want me to.

>>44965278
Which I think may or may not have been Iberians. But, alternate history. Who the fuck knows how it works in the Steven Jewniverse Crewniverse.

>>44965340
>Iberians
So would that make us an ancient Spaniard?

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>>44965659
Oh yeah that's right.

olé!

>>44964906
>>44964858
>>44965231

>18

You remember this. This is like a game. A damned game! You are not children! With your anger focused into solving the puzzle, you quickly remember the pattern set out by the green tiles. Forward, forward, left, right, jump diagonally, left, left, right, and then you’d reach the end. You know this, but do the others? You want to try something…

You take a piece of cloth from one of the legs of your pantaloons, and let it fall onto one of the tiles that were lit red as a torch. It falls through the floor, and you feel a heat emit from the tile, as if a great fire were lit beneath it. You fear the worst for both your pantaloons and anyone who were to not follow the pattern set before them. With what courage you can muster, you order the men to follow you once more, and you follow the path of the green tiles. You step from one to another, and hop where you saw to hop, someone making the mistake of not hopping when you did!!


>CATCH ‘EM CATCH ‘EM CATCH ‘EM
> D20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>44965774
Gotta catch em all right

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>44965774

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>44965774

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>44965774
Mankind is not trough with you yet!

>>44965845
FUCK YEAH, STANDO POWER

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>44965774

>>44965845
O H S H I T N I G N O G

>>44965845
damn.

>>44965845
Now you're thinking with Ripples.

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>>44965914
>the gem disruptor was a weapon that was developed post-rebellion that Jasper brought when she came to Earth
>the gem disruptor is vibrating yellow lightning energy
>Hamon is yellow lightning energy

Holy shit u guys ancient pre-Celtic possibly Iberian Jonathan Joestar fighting gems with Ripple power let's do this.

>>44966108
I'm in.

>>44965845
>nat 20.
>hallelujah


With speed you didn't know you had you react with great speed, so much so that you feel the wind rushing past you as you save the eastern man from falling. To anyone else, it looks as if you’d been cut cleanly from the torso up, your entire chest and shoulders now in the floor getting a sneak preview of the death trap below. It was as if Hell itself had been made real. The man is holding on to you for dear life, gibbering away for you to save him. Save him you do. You wrench him up from the pit of fire that has already claimed a piece of your pantaloons, you will not let it claim this man!

You heave with one last effort, and you and the skinny man are now on the singular tile, both of you breathing a sigh of relief. The both of you stand up, and he is bowing profusely with what little space is afforded on this death machine of a floor. You pat him assuredly, like a knowing parent, and continue on your way. With a few more steps, you land on the last tile and have reached the end of the room. Your step is accompanied by another affirmative *ding*. A flight of step suddenly appears from below, stopping to allow the next step, before they finally reach the door.

This isn’t over… not by a long shot… you feel it in your gut.
>Go up the stairs.
>Examine the room once more, maybe you missed something.
>Write in.


>Perk Gained!
>Moves like Lightning! Add a +4 bonus to any reaction based actions.

>>44966160
>>Go up the stairs

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>44966160
>Go up the stairs like the goddamn star-marked Messiah we are.
No time to linger, we need to press forward and get out of this hellhole. We need to topple these false gods!

I'll include a roll, just in case.

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>>44966108

>>44966108
Then have them fight stands.

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>>44966160
>>Go up the stairs.
We shall meet their next challenge with our head held high and our eyes wary for tricks.

>>44966278
We shall fight them with STYLE.

>>44966278
What I wanna know is how Garnet would contend with King Crimson's Epitaph, though I'm pretty sure her future vision extends further than just ten seconds.

>>44966353
Garnet sees possibilities while Epitaph see absolutes so Epitaph has the advantage there, but Garnet outclasses stands in every other way so if she targets the Boss instead of worrying about whatever the hell she can't see that's attacking her she would win.

If OP doesn't know what the hell JoJo is, he must be so confused right now.

>>44966727
Very little, but I know enough... also.
Muda dada.

>>44960117
>Tyrone
>Nigger
>5000 years ago
>Waz a gud boy
>dindunuffin

>>44966443
Not really. Stands are about fighting smartly, half of them doesn't give chance for the opponent to fight.
And while Garnet is the wisest of them, gems aren't really witty or smart.

>>44966222
Trips do it, with a +4. Loads of peeps failed rolls though. fuck man.
>>44966208

>15+4: 19


YOU KNEW IT!!
Again a trap is activated, and you're not even halfway up the stairs! Hammers of massive size swing from the ceiling, intent on crashing into their victims, crushing their bones and flinging them back into the fiery pit behind you. Six of them there are! SIX!! You are fortunate that you see and hear the clicking and swinging of the war hammers, but some are not so lucky. Of the 40-50 that you brought with you into the room, a good number are either crushed, or their bones broken on impact. They fly backwards from the stirs and into the trap that they had just escaped their death from, only to have it claim their lives a few seconds later!

Stone sliding on stone, again. You snap your neck in the direction of the door. Once more it is closing, threatening to leave you and your compatriots. There are 20 Men that had made it, but 10 more are still trapped below, their legs frozen from the pressure and the fear.

The door is closing, you need to save these people. But who would save you?

What do you do?
>Re-enact the moment with the child, go back for the men at the bottom of the stairs.
>Call them over before it’s too late.
>Gather the 20 you have left, before the door closes!

>>44966770
Well you better at the very least read Phantom Blood (It's the first 9 episodes of the anime if you want to watch that instead.) buddy because we playing Jonathan Joestar.

>>44966876
>Re-enact the moment with the child, go back for the men at the bottom of the stairs.

NO GENTLEMAN LEFT BEHIND

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>>44966855

>>44966876
>Call them
Inspiring voice: Forward!

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>44966876
>Call them over
I don't think we can physically carry ten grown-ass men so let's just inspire them to get over here. We should still have a +3 to this.

>>44966967
man that's a 12. someone'll die.

eh, JoJo sucks. Quest dropped.

>>44966945
Well shit, I hope you can roll better.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>44966876
>>Call them over before it’s too late.

>>44966876
>>Call them over before it’s too late

>>44967014
This isn't a JoJo quest.
We're just pretending that it is.

>>44967071
d20 m8.

>>44966870
Actually thinking about it, King Crimson's ability would probably send her into seizures what with cutting out portions of time. I'd give the first fight between the two to the Boss.

After that I wonder if the boss would know to smash the gem and if Garnet would start fighting smarter when she regenerates or go berserk.

>>44967098
Please, let's not mention this ever again.

>>44967145
secret's safe with me
1 minute left.
gonna take an unnatural 20 if no-one says anything.

>>44967145
Yeah, if we mentioned every rolling mistake we might run out of posts and that'd be terrible.

>>44967205
it's only two I think.

Voting closed, counting.

>>44966919
Child Saving, 2.0

>>44966945
>>44967017
Inspire again.

Writing.

>>44967217
I mean for future reference.

>>44967138
KC's pretty damn strong, physically. I'll admit I don't know a lot about SU, but I wouldn't be surprised if the Boss could wreck a gem.

>>44967463
Garnet can throw cars like most people can throw pebbles. Also shapeshifting like Mr.Fantastic, able to generate electricity, precog, immune to extreme temperatures, doesn't need to breathe, and as mentioned unless you destroy one of her gems she'll just regenerate.

If you only destroy one gem you either have to deal with a midget with absolute precog and ice powers or a berserker midget with fire powers, each needing their gem destroyed in order to kill for good.

>>44966945
>>44966967
>>44966876
>>44967017


>best roll, unnatural 20.
>woot


You cannot let this happen. You’ve done it once before, you can do it again, “MEN!” You roar once again. Some of the ones that were shaking, their legs locked in place by the fear of not surviving another day, is temporarily checked. Their eyes and ears are on you on top of the steps, “You have survived thus far! That mere fact should shake from you any shred of fear! Will you let this meager thing stop you? After all that you and your ancestors have done, will you simply give up here, because some hammers wish to end you?!” Their legs stop shaking, and a good many of them take the risk, the fear of being left behind overshadowing the immediate threat of death.

A few however, take action too late. Two to be specific. Though they avoid the hammers that wish to splatter them or knock them back into the fiery pit behind them, the door is already too close to closing. You try to hold it up, but it is too strong. The door closes, locking in place. You violently bang your fist against it, screaming in protest, and the other two on the other side screaming in fear of the imminent death they’ll receive, before finally. Silence.

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>>44967746
>two people die
Okay I know you're not done yet, but first of all, before anything else happens, MANLY TEARS.

>>44967591
Oh wow. I was basing my assumption on the fact that KC tore a guy in half with one hit, but wow. I've gotta watch this show.

>>44967814
Na, just solemnly place our hand on the door for two seconds then turn, jaw set and shoulders squared.

Tears are for friends and those you have fought alongside. And rivals the likes of which you'll never see again.

>>44967814
Two crushed gem for every man fallen today!

>>44967850
They're mid-late dragonball power wise (original not Z)

>>44967890
Yeeeah, you're right. Let's save the tears for later.

>>44967898
I can get behind this, however.

>>44967850
It's got beautiful scenery, fun characters, deep character interaction and sweet action scenes.

Just be prepared for someone crying every episode.

>>44968019
Gah it has more smalltalk then it should have, and less exposition of the setting then it deserves.
Also after a time it feels like everyone is really dumb deep down. At least the MC seems to be smartening up in later episodes.

>>44968226
Yeah its got a pretty slice of life feel, but is fun.

I think most people suffer from being over emotional, but I think that's the point.

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>>44967746


Your anger knows no bounds this day. Too many have died. Of the original sixty or so that were there with you, when you witnessed the frozen north set aflame, only twenty-eight remain. Twenty-eight, that if you do not find a way out of this infernal place soon… no.

No.

NO!

You feel a hand placed on your shoulder once more. You turn, a single tear forming in your eye. It’s Yevseyev. And Liebhard. They are still here, still in once piece. You notice that Yevseyev’s arm is bleeding, a joint of bone sticking out from it. Despite the pain it is no doubt giving him he is still using it to re-assure you. He has a glint in his eye that tells you without any words that he understands. You wipe the tear from your eye. There’s still hope.

The room looks… down right insane. Everything looks ready to kill you, no longer hiding its sinister nature. It’s filled to the brim with what looks like spikes, that is you were to simply be near would cut you. Here, there is seemingly no exit.

What do you do?
>Examine the room, see what’s around.
>Have everyone explore, more people, more chance to find a way out.
>Write in?

>>44968488
>>Have everyone explore, more people, more chance to find a way out.

We shall lead them!

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>44968488
Examine the room with a few select people who look brighter and less hurt than the others, having EVERYONE look would just make them trip over each other.

>>44968488
>Have everyone explore, more people, more chance to find a way out.

We are the manliest man

>>44968488
>Examine the room
If these guys stumble around searching, they might get themselves killed.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>44968534
Oh yeah rollin.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>44968572

Vote count, keep voting,

>>44968534
>>44968554
>>44968559
Have people look.

>>44968572
Look yourself. Pretty high roll m8.

>>44968776
Voting closed. lets all examine shit.

>>44968776
>>44969294
Forgot my fuckin name.

Gonna take a break for a bite to eat, lemme know what you guys think in the mean time when I get back.

>>44969405
The quest is starting fine but it's too early to say more

>>44969405
It's good so far.

>>44969405
It's not bad for your first try, keep it up and try not to burn out.

I gotta go now, remember to keep it classy until I return.

>steven universe quest
>170 replies
I hope all you get fuking cancer

>>44969615
And oh yeah, start reading/watching JoJo, OP.

>>44969632
Just fuck off. Who's holding you here?

>Jonathan Joestar aids the Crystal Gems in fighting Homeworld
>They adopt the star as their symbol is his honor

>>44969840
>KONO IELLO DAIAMONDO DA!

>>44969405
Pretty good so far chief. Just ignore the hate and don't add to much JoJo to the quest. Much as I love JoJo it's just how posters tend to MC in quests.

Just make sure we are manly and fabulous.

So anons, when we meet Rose Quartz what will our stance be concerning her rebellion?

>to hell with her, kill all gems
>uneasy truce
>mutual support
>worship her like a goddess

For those not in the know she is immensely strong(strong as garnet), a skilled fighter, capable of healing magic, enhancing and mutating plants, controlling plants, has an arsenal of mega las cannons, maybe has a teleporting lion with a bag of holding in its mane, as well as atleast two other gems who far surpass humans and most gems in combat prowess (don't think Amethyst dun popped out of the earth yet.

She also loves everything forever and wants life to grow unbound by death an sorrow.

>>44970217
>don't be joestar
>be manly and fabulous
Pick one.

>>44970551
Probably support an shit.
We humans ain't useful for much now but we know the land, best places to hide and plan for ambushes. Plus we can sneak in all cheeky breeky like.

>>44970621
I'm not saying don't be a Joestar, just that most enemies shouldn't be as fabulous/manly as us, nor should they even understand what we're talking about most of the time.

Gems have been shown to be more about rawr smash with little thought to style than clever planning, which should be our saving grace.

>>44970551
Probably uneasy truce. We need allied gems for our survival

>>44970551
As long as she keeps killing the invaders, and stays away, we kill the invaders and stay away
Maybe join forces for bigger hits.

She is the most humane, but like all the gems, not to be trusted overly.

>>44970551
Probably either uneasy truce or mutual support.

>>44970719
I second this.

>>44969405
you ate long OP

Aight, we back.
>>44968776

"Yevseyev, Liebhard," you speak to your two trustee companions, of which are quick to listen, “have men search room,” you aid the translation with simple hand gestures, clearly indicating the searching of something. They nod in understanding, each going back to their relative peoples. Once again comes the speaking of languages that you failed to understand the first time, but soon enough they gather themselves and three others, in total 8.


You begin tracing around the room, spikes lurking above you menacingly, looking for any hint of a mechanism that might aid in your escape.


>roll me a 20, imma roll myself.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>44973596
good to see you're back

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>44973596

>>44973591
boom baby, back.

>>44973657
speak of the devil and he will come

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>44973596

>>44973622
>>44973630
Nice.

>>44973630
noice.

>>44973630
Damn, might call it there. In fact, you know what, yeah, taking that roll. Nat twenty or naw.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>44974206
Let's go for it.

>>44974405
nah.

>>44960117
And I thought quest threads were already autistic. Sure, let's all pretend to be gay niggas from outer space. I'll flip between here and the quest thread for being a little girl.

>>44973630


Drawing from the previous room, you can now guess that this room might have something similar to it. A switch of a piece of the floor that is off from the rest. That being said, you notice one of the spikes isn’t so spiky. It’s more… rectangular. No sharp edges no deadly needle point, just a rectangle. In your attempt to find something, you lay hand on its top.


Suddenly, it recedes into the groove with a smooth hissing sound, before you feel the ground disappear beneath your feet, wait what? A look below reveals that the ground hasn’t disappeared, instead, you are levitating, as is everyone else in the room! Startled yelps are all that accompany the floating, with a small laugh from some of the younger men. Your center of gravity is jostled, but you quickly adjust. This moment here. It’s needed. From what you can see this is no death trap, no murderous device, you simply float, upwards. You breathe a sigh of relief as you ascend slowly to the spiked ceili-what?


Spiked ceiling?! Your eyes snap open at the sudden realization. With your ascension comes your impending demise. You’re already a few inches off the ground and steadily rising, as is everyone else! You look around, some higher than others, in varying degrees of speed!


You need to find something to fix this, quickly! There! That Idol in the center of the room! Maybe It’ll do something!


>roll 2d20.

Rolled 19, 1 = 20 (2d20)

>>44975002

>>44975002
Forgot my goddamn name again, fuck.

Rolled 17, 5 = 22 (2d20)

>>44975002

Rolled 3, 10 = 13 (2d20)

>>44975002

>>44975310
this quest is cursed with forgotten names and mis-rolls.

>>44975022
Ha.

Go with this one OP, it will make for interesting times.

>>44975694
>>44975022
Doing exaclty that. Writing.
Remember. You asked for this.

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>>44976060
Don't smile. Trust me. You're probably going to hate me for this.

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>>44976164
tragedy and comedy are two sides of the same coin

>>44975022
>>44975002


Once again with great speed you kick from the wall sailing toward the idol in the room, knocking a few people downward and buying them some time. After a few moments of sailing, you land on the idol, tightly gripping it. You hurriedly look for something, anything that can stop this, shuffling quickly from place to place. The idol. Its face is mocking you. Mocking your in-ability to do anything. Its face switches suddenly to that of a smile, and again to that of an angry witch. The force pulling you upward has greatly increased, and you hear screaming above you. Pained, agonized screaming. You can make out begging, pleading for it to stop.


You take the risk and look up. The first thing that greets you is the sight of Yevseyev, his body now impaled and bloody by the spikes that now call his skull, abdomen and torso home. His eye is on the tip of one of them, still moving. It’s scanning looking for you, and when it spots you, it stops. Through the impalement he smiles at you, “You. Great Man. We, Yevseyev, follow you”. Across from his still bleeding and living corpse is the child that you had saved not moments ago this day. He is in the embrace of his father that had thanked you profusely for that exact act of bravery, the one that inspired him to foolishly follow you.


Your grip is slipping. You look back to your hand, the stone dissolving in your grasp as you try desperately to cling onto it. The Idols head has turned again. To the face of her. HER.

Your grip fails you, and you launch upwards to join your comrades.
No.
NO.
NO!!!
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>>44976663
forgot image

>>44976663
well shit

that hurt SUQM

that hurt

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>>44976975
that's what happens when you roll a nat 1.
In all fairness, should have told you what the rolls were for. I'll keep that in mind for next time.

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>>44977016
It is a good idea to clarify all rolls.

Make it hurt SUQM, make it hurt when we fail otherwise there is no risk for the reward.

>>44977120
I plan to.

writan.

>>44976663
“NOO!!” You jump awake from your bed, sheets tangling your arms and legs, wet and heavy with perspiration. You tumble out of bed struggling, wrestling and fighting to free yourself, which eventually you do. You jump up in fright, naked save for your under garments.

Your head darts around the room, darkness all that you see till you eventually settle your terrified breathing. You’re in your room. Safe. Familiar. Not a Gem cell, not one of their rooms, this one is yours. Thank god. Your shoulder itches from the remnant you received of those days, a permanent reminder of what you have to become.

You thought those nightmares stopped.

___________________


Gonna call it here folks, was fun running but it's getting kinda late on my end. Wanna catch some Zs. Lemme know what you guys think in the follow up and make sure to archive this cause I don’t know how.

Catch you guys next thread.

>>44977403
Good start SUQM (not to be disrespectful but every time I type that I think suck 'em), looking forward to more. I'll archive this if the mis-archiver hasn't struck already.

Also >a permanent reminder of what you have to become
Oh jeez, what sort of gemtech monstrosity have we become?

>>44977565
shit, meant to write *had to*. I was writing this in Word before posting, but some how it missed that, and so did I.

>>44977565
>>44977403
My bet's on a shard-powered artifact chest.

Archived

>>44977650
No probs. Little forewarning though, you may want to archive your threads early because some buttflustered anon has been archiving quests with the stupidest shit for the past little while.

>>44977681
>put shard from shattered gem in ironman-like socket
>gain a modicum of their power

Would be awesome, if freaky if we had to interact with their shattered minds.

>>44977403
I had the idea for a while to do a SU quest, but resisted due to no experience running a quest or an idea that wouldn't divulge into some shitty slice of life with no direction. I'm glad someone did it and I like the direction you're going with it. Nice job! Hope to catch the next one!

>>44977899
thanks man!
checked too.

>>44977879
>Would be awesome, if freaky if we had to interact with their shattered minds.
Or you could help calm and comfort them in exchange - form a new whole from the fragment of one.

>>44978043
They would probably need to be attached to our own mind, which could add more ptsd. I'm thinking that after the death maze we're more like Johnny at the end of Stealball Run than Jonathan after beating Dio.

What if the gem shards we integrate into our body only have a fraction of their original power, meaning we had to use what little they power they had left cleverly?

>>44978233
As much as you'd like for that to feel like a stand, to me it feels more like having a symbiote from Marvel that slowly builds in power/diversity/craziness.

>>44978338
I'm fine with that.

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>>44978442
>starts of a quiet whisper, speaking of rage, sorrow and pain that gives us slight shapeshifting, just enough to make our legs treetrunk sized or our fist large as a holiday ham
>eventually the collective shards are roaring "We smash for justice!" as we go full shoggoth with sunlight ripple energy on some Gem bruisers.
>mfw

Well that definitely went places while I was gone. Good job, OP. The one thing I was worried about was that you might not be able to deliver a meaningful consequence for failure, but clearly you can do that.

>>44969840
>>44970551
One thing's for sure. When we meet Rose Quartz, SHOW HER THE STAR-SHAPED BIRTHMARK. It could mean a few things. Either the star is already the official Crystal Gem symbol and we're destined for great things, or they're going to adopt the star as their symbol in memory of our heroics.

>>44977879
Or, that gives me another idea. Maybe the "birthmark" is a star-shaped gem shard stuck in our flesh, since we're the original, and it only becomes like a birthmark on our descendants.

Which brings me to my next point, which is that if we're a JoJo or a JoJo expy, we can make this a generational saga. Humans might not be as long-lived as gems, but as sure as we make sure we have kids, it's cool.

Oh, and let's treat her with respect like an equal, one chief to another. She's a leader of her people, we're a leader of our people.