>>40406241
>Your name
Samantha

>Voice's name
God.
Or, that's what it calls itself.

>>40406241
>Your name
Frederica.
>Voices's name
Veil.

>>40406294
Seconded.

>>40406241
>Your name
Molly T.

>Voice's name
M. Theresa

Great, shit quest threads have now become shit magical real threads.

I'd say to report and sage, but this is "board culture' now. *disgust intensifies*

>>40406414
Hey, the quest is still young. It's possible it could be good. And even if it is lackluster, the QM will learn from it. But hey, that's just my opinion, and if you don't like it, I won't say you should.

"SAMANTHA" God said. You sigh, here he goes again.

"YOU MUST KILL." he yelled. Yeah, you knew. You always had to kill. Slouching, you walked over to the kitchen, reached out for a knife and then hid it in your little pink backpack. Gotta go kill for big G again, otherwise he wouls send you to Hell.

"SAMANTHA" he then said. "REMEMBER, I LOVE YOU. GOD -IS- LOVE."

There he goes, rambling about typical Tomas Aquinas philosophy again. You didn't feel too convinced about what he said, but but then agaib, the cross on the rosary you always had around your neck did give you a cold warmth to hold onto when things got difficult. God was a bit of a jerk sometimes, but deep inside, he cared for you.

If you were going to kill, you'd need weapons, and a plan. Who should we target?

>Random bypasser on the street.
>Your neighbour as they enter the apartment building.
>Some grandpa at the park

>Write in

>>40406493
Grandma at the park, obviously.

>>40406518
This, and we'll frame the ducks. Perfect alibi.

>>40406493
>>Your neighbour as they enter the apartment building.
Fucking kebab

>>40406531
My god that's brilliant. FEED HER TO THE DUCKS.

>>40406546
Ahaha is that you fellow ghost? That signal jammer still seems like your best bet.

>>40406566
>Ahaha is that you fellow ghost?
I have no fucking clue what you are saying

>>40406493
>Some grandpa at the park

You decide to go to the park. Should be easy to kill some grandpa there, feeding the ducks. If you're lucky, you'll be even able to even get some cash off him too. Maybe. We'll see what God has set in place for you this time.

You pack yourself some candy bars too to eat along the way, and you exit the house and take the elevator to the lowest floor. There, in the hall, was a mother entering the building with his brat of a kid, Timmy. He looked at you with his usual smug grin.

"Hello Samantha" she said.

"Hello Miss Turing." you reply, and try to leave.

"Going outside... alone?" she wondered.

Fuck. You needed an excuse. Something she would believe.

>I'm going out to kill a dude
>I'm going out to buy a quick something
>I'm going out to play

>Write in

>>40406642
Buy a quick something.

>>40406642
>I'm going out to buy a quick something
Candy from the store

>>40406642
>I'm going out to kill a dude

>>40406642
>>I'm going out to play

>>40406642
>I'm going out to play

>>40406642
>I'm going out to play

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>>40406241
What the fuck is this shit

>>40406642
>"My mother asked me to buy some milk from the shop"

"My mother asked me to buy some milk from the shop" you reply, calmly, then giggle.

"Your mommy?" Miss Turing said. She must be used to children using diminutives in their sentences. You felt too old for that kind of silly babble, but then again, if you were going to maintain the facade of being just an innocent little child, you were going to need to adjust your speech along it. "You could've just asked us to borrow some, dear."

"I've already been sent." you reply. "I have to go, Miss."

"Ah, well. Tell mommy I send her greetings" the mother said.

"On that subject..." Turing then added, just as you pushed open the main entrance door. "Were has she been? I haven't seen them in a while now. Has she been sick?"

>Yeah, sick. She'll stay sick for a while. Dad too.
>She doesn't like going outside anymore.
>She has gotten into legal issues.

>Write in

>>40406811
Sick. We should go with sick. Say that the illness is contagious to those over a certain age.

>>40406811
>Yeah, sick. She'll stay sick for a while. Dad too.

>>40406811
>She doesn't like going outside anymore.
The sickness excuse could attract unwanted guests.

>>40406241

I can't believe we have come to this.

Filtered.

>>40406811
>>She doesn't like going outside anymore.

>>40406901
How do I filter? I'm a bit of a newfag when it comes to technical things.

"Yeah, sick. Something that jumps from grown up to grown up." you reply, consciously trying to keep your vocabulary as low as possible.

"Do you know the name of it?" Turing asked, looking concerned.

"No, Miss. Sorry, I have to go get milk for mommy now." you reply, trying to diss her off, and push the door open and slide outside. Just in case, you look behind, seeing her take the elevator upwards and saying something to Tim. Good. She wouldn't follow - but she could be a danger in the future. She was too concerned about the well-being of your parent. That could give issues in the future. Maybe you should get rid of her too.

In your little feet and sandals, you walk down the street towards the park. It was a large, open place with trees and several people here and there playing games, having a picnic or throwing frisbees or something. There was a main path that meandered throughout the area too, which had benches next to it.

And in those benches, old folk feeding birds. You have found your potential targets. However, there was a lot of people here - potential witnesses. How should you proceed?

>Walk up to a grandpa and just chat with him to earn his confidence.
>Go play with nearby children and wait out a granny until she left the bench, then follow her.
>Straight up sneak up his/her back, stab, then run.

>Write in

>>40406901
>Not filtering all quests
>Not filtering the word "loli"
You are part of the problem.

>>40406960
>Walk up to a grandpa and just chat with him to earn his confidence.
If he brings us home it'll be a lot easier

>>40406960
>Go play with nearby children and wait out a granny until she left the bench, then follow her.

>>40406960
Go play, and wait for the kill.

>>40406960
>>Walk up to a grandpa and just chat with him to earn his confidence.

>>40406988
>>40406996

Yeah, actually fuck my idea, let's try to get Gramps to bring us home with him.

>>40406960
>Go play with nearby children and wait out a granny until she left the bench, then follow her.

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You decide to go look for a kid to play with until a target leaves the bench for you to follow. There was an old man seated next a bench in front of a little lake, and behind him, a kid in a sandpit. You could set up "camp" there, play with dirt and when he makes a move - you make a move. Perfect.

Keeping your eyes on the man, you walk up to the pit and sit in it. Along you, there was only one other child - a little girl, perhaps younger than you, making some kind of dirt-clump. Or pyramid. Something - the hell do you know, she's just a kid.

"Hewo." she said, scooching up to you. "Want to make BIG castle wit me?"

"I'm kinda busy, kid." you reply.

"Busy doeen wat."

"Something. Leave me alone."

The kid just started at you, and then, sat next to you and imitated your seated stance.

>Annoy/shove the child until she crys and runs away
>Use the kid, somehow. She could be a distraction if she was so cooperative.
>Ignore the child and continue waiting until gran gran lifts his ass off the bench

>Write in

>>40407121
>>Use the kid, somehow. She could be a distraction if she was so cooperative.

>>40407121
>Write in
Stab the kid

>>40407121
>Use the kid, somehow. She could be a distraction if she was so cooperative.

Minion get, she's great bait for our future victims.

>>40407121
>Ignore the child and continue waiting until gran gran lifts his ass off the bench

>>40407121
Use the kid.

>>40407121
>write in
RESIST TEMPTATION. IT'S PLAY TIME!

"Kid" you tell her. "Want to play a game?"

She nodded frantically, then stared at you quite dopey, like kids do. "I need you to go to that man over there, and ask... How he would like a castle to be. He's older, he would know how to make great castles."

"Oh!" the kid said. "I will do that!"

Great.

The kid waddled all the way to the elderly man, and then laid her hands on his lap. Then she started to enthusiastically talk to him, jumping a bit as she spat out each high-pitched word. The man nodded and chuckled back at her. The target has been successfully distracted. Now you could make a move.

>Walk up behind him, then stab him without the kid noticing, hopefully. Then tell the kid that the gran gran had to take a nap.
>Join the kid in her asking and blend in with her for a better chance to get the target's guard down.
>Now that the kid is distracted with the elderly person - stab her.

>Write in

>>40407316
A roll might be called for, depending on your choices now.

>>40407316
Stab the granpa.

>>40407316
>Join the kid in her asking and blend in with her for a better chance to get the target's guard down.

>>40407316
>>Join the kid in her asking and blend in with her for a better chance to get the target's guard down.

>>40407316
>Write in
Gran first, then kid. Time for doubles.

>>40406708

Welcome to /tg/ where half the threads are about little girls.

>>40407316
>Now that the kid is distracted with the elderly person - stab her.

>>40407316
>Join the kid in her asking and blend in with her for a better chance to get the target's guard down.

>>40407316
>Join the kid in her asking and blend in with her for a better chance to get the target's guard down.

We need to get him to a private place, preferably his home. If anyone catches us, we'll just claim the bad man was touching us and we can just grab a knife from his kitchen to use.

>>40406708
It's murdorable.

You walk up to the both of them

"Hello!" you greet with a cheery grin.

"This is my fwend!" the kid said. "She likes castles too!"

Well, you didn't know about that, but it seemed best just to let her be. "Yeah, I love castles!" you add. "Grandpa, do you like castles too?"

"Ahaha...." he said, wheezing slightly. "I used to be a builder. Brick-putter-person, child. I like castles too."

Interesting. Likely his strong build from construction work would've all been whittled away by now, surely.

>"Your shoulders must be sore from making so many castles. Can I massage it?"
>Accidentally push the kid into the nearby lake, and jump in to "save" her. Drown her as you hold her down with you.
>Continue to play around and be around him until he leaves to somewhere else.

>Write in

>>40407543
>>Accidentally push the kid into the nearby lake, and jump in to "save" her. Drown her as you hold her down with you.

>>40407543
DROWN THE CHILD.

>>40407543
>Continue to play around and be around him until he leaves to somewhere else.

>>40407543
>"Gramps, can you build US a castle?!"
>Shank him whilst he's bent over the sandpit

>>40407335
How is the part of the park we are at? How many people are nearby besides the girl? Where are her parents?

We can't be too reckless.

>>40407543
>Continue to play around and be around him until he leaves to somewhere else.

>>40407543
>>"Your shoulders must be sore from making so many castles. Can I massage it?"

"Hey, I think gran likes you more than me!" you tell the kid.

"..Wha?"

"Yeah! No fair!" you add, then shove her.

"Huuah! S-stop!" she replied, staggering backwards, and looking at you in confusion. She was in range now. You flung yourself into her, and pushed her light body into the water.

"She's drowning!" you exclaim, then you threw yourself in with her, as the old man just looked at the whole scene, utterly surprised.

Roll 1d100, DC:80 Major success, 50: Minor success
best of first 3.

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>40407767

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>40407767

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>40407767

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You feel the cold water surge around your body as you threw yourself in, taking a deep breath. It wasn't hard to find the kid's body in here, spattling in the water. There, you grabbed her, and tried to hold her mouth down as you used your own weight to pull her down deeper into the lake.

Then, you could hear someone splash in was well. Must've been her parents or something - you had to do something about it. You opened your eyes in the murky waters, and all you got was a severe eye-sting as you did. You couldn't pinpoint where the intruder was, but whoever it was, it had to be trouble.

>Brace down against the kid
>Try to swim downwards
>Stab the kid underwater

>Write in

>>40407917
Try to save her, it'd be too obvious now

>>40407968
>>40407917

Agreed, flail around and pretend you really, really suck at swimming and you're drowning while attempting to save her.

>>40407917
>>Brace down against the kid

>>40407968
This

>>40407968
Agreed.

>>40406966
you're part of the ones enabling this shit to keep popping up so you don't have the right to talk.

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You start to kick the water below you, trying to get to the surface of the lake again. Your head soon reached the air again, with kid the desperately inhaling for air. Shit.

Approaching through the water was a tall young man - likely this girl's father. With his superior strength, he pulled the kid out of your grasp, and then with one of you in each hand, pulled you both ashore. You feinted coughing and such. Like if you didn't know how to swim.

"Are you OK, Carla?" he yelled to his girl, hugging her tightly. She coughed out water, and held her dad. "It's all Ok now, dear." he told her. "I'm here. It's OK."

You stood up and looked around. Nobody would come for you like that dad came for Carla.

"SAMANTHAAAA" God then said. Shit.

"YOU MUST KILL, I'M GETTING IMPATIENT!"

"I know, I know!" you tell him, perhaps a bit louder than you had wished for.

>Just leave, running.
>Run up to the gran and stab him
>Try to stab the dad
>Try to stab Carla

>Write in

>>40408180
>Try to stab the dad

>>40408180
>Just leave, running.

Fuck this shit, gramps + girl + dad is here, +however many people came because of the commotion. Just fucking run into an alley and stab a hobo or something.

>>40408180
>Fake crying, hug the grampa and ask him to take you home.

>>40408180
>They're distracted by each other, stab gramps!

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You draw out your soggy backpack. You didn't have a choice - you HAD to kill. God would get pissed otherwise and that wasn't a good idea at all.

"Please God, give me more time." you pleaded. But no. Your hand was starting to twitch, and then, it turned to aim towards your neck. It was happening again. There was only one way to stop it.

But there was too many people here. You held your twitching hand. You could fight it off for a bit more. You could endure. Just a bit more.

You ran towards gramps, who was still in the bench, looking at the commotion. You'd feint being his granddaughter or something. You flung yourself into his lap, and hugged him. "Gramps!" you begged. "Take me home!"

He simply looked back at you, paralyzed. "Ch-child, I'm not your - Uhm!"

Your hand twitched more. You had to do it - now, in melee!

>Roll 1d100, best of first 3
DC 90: Major Success, 60: Moderate Success, 50: Minor Success

>>40408180
>>Try to stab the dad

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>40408361

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>40408361
AHHHHHHH

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>>40408387

>>40408387
Major success, bitch.

>>40408387
Thank god for that.
Sorry gramps.

You've cashed your last pension, old man.

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You pull up your backpack to between you and him, and you grip onto the knife from outside the backpack, and you push it into him, with the knife piercing the backpack, and then into his heart, cleanly though his ribcage. In a matter of seconds, you could see him faint in your arms.

"...gramps?" you ask, with an expectant smile. He didn't reply. His head suddenly leaned forwards and fell onto his shoulders, lifeless.

"SAMANTHA." God told you. "YOU HAVE DONE WELL. NOW HERE, IN HEAVEN, THERE ARE MORE PEOPLE TO LOVE."

Ok great, thanks God. But you didn't have time for that. Desperate, you left the backpack behind and you started to walk away from the park until you believed you could go out and run away, out into the street that would lead home.

There, God spoke to you again.

"CHILD. SAMANTHA. YOU HAVE DONE WELL. FOR YOUR EFFORTS, I SHALL GRANT YOU ONE GIFT."

>LOVE PUNCH: A SUDDEN SURGE OF HYSTERIC STRENGTH. USEABLE ONCE PER DAY.
>EVERYTHING IS A CUDDLE: FEEL NO PAIN OR FATIGUE FOR A FEW SECONDS. USEABLE ONCE PER DAY.
>I AM OK: MINOR PASSIVE BONUS TO RESIST ANY KIND OF PSYCHOLOGICAL EXAM OR PROFESSIONAL INSPECTION OF YOUR SANITY AND INTENTIONS.

>>40408587
>I AM OK
In case we have to see a shrink or anything later.

>>40408587
I am ok. Gotta hide the crazy.

>>40408587

I am ok. Gotta have dem passive buffs

>>40408587
>LOVE PUNCH: A SUDDEN SURGE OF HYSTERIC STRENGTH. USEABLE ONCE PER DAY.
Although resist to psych will no doubt become super handy in the near future. I'm assuming it doesn't help us refuse to kill for god?

>>40408587
>LOVE PUNCH
If we kill someone with this, the cops will never suspect a little girl.

>>40408587
I am ok.

>>40408587
>>LOVE PUNCH: A SUDDEN SURGE OF HYSTERIC STRENGTH. USEABLE ONCE PER DAY.
Yes yes yes

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>40408587
>LOVE PUNCH: A SUDDEN SURGE OF HYSTERIC STRENGTH. USEABLE ONCE PER DAY.

Gotta make sure we don't die to some random adult before we even get to the whole psych exam part.

>>40408643
Good point, let's kill by ripping people's hearts out of their chests or strangling them with their intestines, they'll never suspect a little girl.

>>40408587
>I AM OK: MINOR PASSIVE BONUS TO RESIST ANY KIND OF PSYCHOLOGICAL EXAM OR PROFESSIONAL INSPECTION OF YOUR SANITY AND INTENTIONS.

>>40408587
>I AM OK: MINOR PASSIVE BONUS TO RESIST ANY KIND OF PSYCHOLOGICAL EXAM OR PROFESSIONAL INSPECTION OF YOUR SANITY AND INTENTIONS.

All these names are so fucking adorable.

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"I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT WHEN YOU NEED IT, YOU MAY CALL UPON MY LOVE, FOR A SINGLE BOUT." God tells you. "REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU."

"GOD IS LOVE."

You nod. "I love you too, God. God is Love."

For now, you had a good while until God would pester you with more death, so this was a good time to stock up on anything, or perhaps look for allies. Maybe we could buy another backpack, or craft some kind of in-disguise killing device. The little time you had were you didn't need to kill people, you had to spend it into doing thing that will help you kill even more people.

>Lift "weights" at home (heavy things, really.).
>Run laps in your house.
>Go outside and try to buy something at the mall. Hopefully they won't stop you for being a loli.

>Write in

>>40408883
>Go outside and try to buy something at the mall. Hopefully they won't stop you for being a loli.

>>40408883
>Lift "weights" at home (heavy things, really.).
Good synergy with love punch

>>40408883
>Go outside and try to buy something at the mall. Hopefully they won't stop you for being a loli.

>>40408883

>Lift "weights" at home (heavy things, really.).

Loli, do you even lift?

>>40408883
>Go outside and try to buy something at the mall. Hopefully they won't stop you for being a loli.

>>40408883
>Pray to God. Ask if God is a loli, given that both God and lolis are love, and both are perfect.

>>40408883
>Go outside and try to buy something at the mall. Hopefully they won't stop you for being a loli.

Stock up on things to hide your deeds and facilitate them.

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You walk away from the streets that lead you home and wander towards the area that would lead to the nearby mall. Within, there was tonnes of people, everyone bustling from one place to another, living thier lives.

There were several stores here, food stores, clothing stores, hardware. Anything you would need would likely be here, you just needed to look for it in the right places, and try to talk off the fact that you were a little girl to whoever opposed you from making purchases.

>Roll 1d100, best of first three.
90+: PEEDOOO.
70-90: Someone nice
60-70: Creep
50-60: A mom

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>40409246

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>40409246
Pedo get.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>40409246
If we get a pedo, do we have the option to seduce him/her and kill him/her when he tries to fuck us?

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>40409246

>>40409304
But anon, that's a waste of a perfectly good minion.

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You manage to navigate thought the masses of people, and reach the main area of the mall - a large central room with a fountain in the middle. Nobody seemed to really bother about your presence today, luckily. Just a murder loli in the mall.

From here, you could go somewhere else.

300$
>Sports equipment store.
>Food. Gotta eat.
>Hardware store.

>>40409457
>Food. Gotta eat.
then
>Hardware store.

>>40409457
>>Hardware store.

>>40409457
>Food. Gotta eat.
Well we need food one way or the other and it gives us time to muse on what else to get.

Baseball bat maybe? Rollerskates and knee/elbow pads for fast get away and snazzy outfit? Some kind of gloves?

>>40409457

>Hardware store

We're going to do some... DIY.

>>40409541
You're not accomplishing anything by doing this.

>>40409457
>Hardware store.

>>40409457

Going to end it here for today, it's been three hours and I'm exhausted lol, I will continue with Food then Hardware store next time!

>>40409672
Thank you for running!

>>40409578
Just report and hide

>>40409672
Thank you for running

>>40409672

I look forwards to the next thread

>>40409672
Aight man, get a twitter.

>>40409893
Twitter.com/TurboTeddy

>>40410055
Oh for-

>>40410123
wut a twast

>>40411019
Good thing I reported it at the beginning

>>40411067
What's the problem?

>>40411098

People like TT's Quests but not TT

>>40411176
Literally who?

>>40411268
TurboTeddy

>>40411176
I hate both and hope they get banned, actually

>>40411356
I'll never understand this policing deal

>>40409672
Looking forward to next game!
This shit is oddly fun

>>40411460

Kind of caught this on the tail end, and I'll start by saying that I am in no way able or trying to deny anyone the right to have fun in their own particular way. Even so, looking at this from a broader perspective, it can't be denied that the subject matter is kind of messed up. Being a tiny sociopath whose stated objective is to slowly murder innocent people, the objective of the quest being to plot said murders and execute them speaks all the wrong volumes about the character of the participants. Ignoring the trigger word association, this isn't exactly what I'd want a first time /tg/ visitor to see.

That said, so long as it suits you, have fun.

>>40409457
Food and then hardware sounds like a solid plan

>>40409672
looks like fun

>>40413694
>this isn't exactly what I'd want a first time /tg/ visitor to see.

You say that as if there's a lot about /tg/ that is something a first time visitor should see. I highly doubt a complete newbie will just wander in here, I'd venture to say that most visitors already have some idea of what they are getting into with 4chan.

Because really, where did you think we were in the first place? Candyland?

We don't coddle people here, and I consider /tg/ one of the "nicer" spots. Either you git gud quick and adapt to the mayhem, or you find somewhere easier on one's delicate sensibilities.

>>40406241
Psychosis quest?

Or delirium quest?