>>1661296
>Name, write in
>You are a gamer; a shut in who spent their time roaming and adventuring in the virtual worlds of your games to escape the very physical world. Your experience with controlling things by proxy has given you an innate ability to do so in the physical world. Delicate, small, and precise movements and actions will come to you much easier. With practice you could do the most delicate operations with a simple thought and a bit of time.
>You are a philosopher; well a better way to put it is you were a drop out. You saw through the factory that was public education and decided to simply step away from all it. You tend to be more of a big picture guy and are able to visualize things around you much easier, your range with your ability is farther reaching and can be extended with ease. You are even skilled with controlling things you can’t see if you know they exist.
>You are a scholar; well you may be a bit young for that. But your will to succeed in anything and everything you do is much higher than most. You were always one to give something your 100% even if it seemed hopeless. You have a much easier time focusing and putting your mind to something, while exerting your mind on the physical world you tend to find brute force tasks such as moving heavier objects or stopping faster objects simple. Though, precision and delicacy may be a problem at times.
>Origin, write in

Name: Fredrick
Background: Philosopher
School is just another place for the weakwilled and gullible all you do is listen. But Fredrick has discovered that it is more important to make up your own mind and for your own opinions about life rather then being brainwashed into thinking 2 Dimensionally

>>1661327
Supporting

>>1661327
>>1661333
Writing...

>>1661296
>>1661297
Your name is Fredrick, and you have long ago left behind the shackles that bound you to the machine for pigs that was the American education system. As soon as you were given the option you dropped out of your town’s, Goodfield, high school. While your family was not exactly thrilled with your decision you were kind enough to placate them, read was forced to or be kicked out to the curb, by working at a gas station a few blocks away. The guy who owned the place was kind enough despite being another cog in the machine, and the place was usually not busy enough to distract you from your readings. So you’d play by their rules for now…

A familiar ring was heard as the doorway opened to some customer, you really weren’t paying attention to who it was. You had been told before to greet everyone who enters, customer service and all that trash, but no one seemed to ever care, not even your boss. Though, when your dad found out your skill in the service industry he later lectured you at home about responsibilities and jobs and all that other junk you ignored. Honestly as long as no one found you stealthily looking through some vintage playboy magazine’s you found in your attic as a kid using another magazine as a cover you were probably fine.

>Glance at the customer; make sure they aren’t a robber or something
>Keep reading; they’ll bother you when they want to buy something
>Write in

"Glance at the customer; make sure they aren’t a robber or something"
better to make sure it's nobody important we have to keep up apperances afterall

>>1661358
>Glance at the customer

>>1661363
>>1661364
Writing...

>>1661358
>Glance at the customer; make sure they aren’t a robber or something

>>1661358
You tear your eyes off a really interesting article, to notice some girl looking through some of the prepackaged salads in the refrigerated section. Why she choose here of all places you will never know. Now that you think about it you remember that brunette from high school. You think you do at least. She looks much different from your freshman year, definitely filled out more. What was her name again…

“Oh your… Fred right?” Shit she caught you staring.

>”I prefer Fredrick”
>”Yeah, and you were…”
>”Can I help you?”
>Write in

>>1661385
>”I prefer Fredrick.”

>>1661385
>"Yeah, and you were..."

>>1661385
>"Can I help you?"

>>1661385
>>”Can I help you?”

>>1661398
>>1661403
Writing...

>>1661385
“Can I help you?” you say more as an automatic response than anything else.

“Oh! Yeah, do you know if this is vegan?” She holds up some random plastic container of ‘edible’ substance. You honestly that could be defined as a salad, much less vegan.

“Yeah sure, whatever.” She is less than convinced.

“Are you sure, I really need to know before I eat it.”

“Yes, it’s definitely vegan.” You simply go back to reading your articles.

“You’re not even looking at it!” She accuses you, fairly accurately.

Honestly if you were less patient you would slap the damn thing out of her hand to get her to just leave already. Just as you finish that thought you hear a her let out a squeal of surprise the sound of plastic against clean floor. Looking up you see a shocked brunette with one less plastic container. As well as a mess you’ll probably have to clean off the floor, great…

“Really?”

“But… I, it felt like.”

“You know you gotta pay for that.”

“But it was like someone… slapped it.” You barely make out the last mumble. Sure she seemed annoying, but she didn’t seem like the kind of bitch to throw perfectly good ‘food’ onto the ground for no reason. You’d chock it up to butter fingers but she really seems shocked about what happened.

>”Who slapped it?”
>”Sure someone did.”
>”Whatever, just get out.”
>Write in

Sure someone did, Pay or I'll be forced to get my supervisor..

>>1661432
>"Sure someone did."

>>1661436
>>1661453
Writing...

>>1661432
“Sure someone did. And unless that person pays for that you have to or I’ll have to get my supervisor.” Honestly he probably wouldn’t care, he’s the kind of guy to let small mistakes like this go. The thing couldn’t be worth more than a few dollars. You were honestly probably giving her more trouble than you should. Who cares, she was just another cog in the machine.

“I uh, sure…” She looks unsure of what just happened. Honestly you could probably just let her off and it wouldn’t even matter. You'd just have to clean the floor.

>Let her pay
>”If it was an accident I can cover it for it.”
>Write in

hey you know what, it was an accident afterall and since it was an accident I can cover for it

>>1661465
“Well if it was just an accident I can probably cover it.”

“I guess… It was just an accident. Thanks Fred, I owe you one.” She leaves before you can even ask her name. Whelp that was an event, looks like you need to clean up this mess of green paper and other vaguely vegetable like substances off the ground.

Closing your gentleman’s magazine you head for the back to find a broom and dustpan, the garbage is probably dry enough to only need a broom. Thankfully she didn’t drop a drink or something, that might have been annoying to clean up. Regardless after quickly tidying up your work space you return to your post.

What was she kidding, someone slapping it out of her hand. There was no one here besides her and you. The entire thing was just a complete waste of- Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of plastic bags hitting the floor. Your eyes shoot up from the counter, there was no one else here right? You walk towards the sound to find that the chip aisle had been knocked down. This wasn’t an accident, it couldn’t have been, not with this many.

“Hello? Someone there?”

Was some asshole pranking you or something. You know for a fact that their was no way those bags of chips could have fallen off that shelf, at least not enough to form the pile there. But now you would have to pick up all these-

The bag moved, there is no mistaking it you saw several of those plastic chip bags move. It was slight at first but you know they twitched a bit. You back up in a panic. What is this? Is there a ghost here?

The chip bags begin to rise, no more than an inch off the ground. “No, No!”

This was not normal, not at all. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” And with that every chip bag along with almost all the other snack foods on the shelves were tossed away from you. Against the wall opposite the one you were backed up against. What just… Was that you? Did you push those things away from you?

>Attempt to pull something towards you
>Start putting stuff back before someone sees this
>Run home
>Write in

>>1661493
>>Attempt to pull something towards you

>>1661493
>attempt to pull something towards you

>>1661493
You hold your arm out to one of the fallen treats. Was that really you? Soon enough the candy bar you were focusing on began to slide toward you. Slowly at first, but the more you focused on it the faster it came to you. Once it reached you foot it stopped dead. Focusing a little harder it began to unsteadily rise into your hand. Grabbing the thing you inspected it closely, no strings, no magnets either. Even if there was you doubt every single item here did. Holding it in your palm you, hesitate to use the word but, levitate the candy. Spinning it, while it takes most your focus, mesmerizes you. How are you doing this?

Dropping the candy bar to the ground you look at your hands. What else can you do? Looking away you notice the mess you created. That may be an issue. You need to clean this up, if your boss were to see a mess like this and find out from the tapes you caused it… the tapes! Shit if someone finds out about this you are fucked. You’ll be laid out on a operation table faster than you could say freak. What do you do, what do you do?

>Clean up the mess first, maybe practice your power while doing it
>Break into the security footage, no one must know this was you
>Run, just run, never look back. Leave home, leave town, leave everything.
>Write in

>>1661532
>>Break into the security footage, no one must know this was you

>>1661532
You needed to do something about that footage, fast. You go to the back to find the panel the camera is connected to. This thing is where the footage is recorded and you need to get in, unfortunately the damn thing is locked and only your boss has the key. Shit how do you open this? Maybe you could.

>Try using your powers to undo the lock (1d20 -1)
>Try using your powers to bash open the panel (1d20 -1)
>Write in

>>1661556
>>Try using your powers to undo the lock (1d20 -1)

>>1661556
>Try using your powers to undo the lock (1d20 -1)

>>1661559
>>1661564
Roll 1d20-1 best of 3
Gonna start speeding this along since I got to do other shit

Rolled 11 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1661569

Rolled 9 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>1661571
>>1661569
Sorry

Rolled 12 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1661569

Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1661569

>>1661556
>>1661575
You know how locks work, at least you think you do. You can do this. Sliding your… power into the keyhole you focus. You can imagine the entire functions of the lock and slide each mechanism into place as you hear the click of the lock coming undone. Opening the panel and revealing the recording equipment in its place.

>Destroy the equipment, a more long term solution to making sure your boss won’t find out about your ‘power’
>Take out the disc of the recording, less permanent and you’ll have to dispose of it or learn from it
>Write in

>>1661607
>>Write in
start the verse

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>>1661618

Sounds like a plan.

> Start The Verse

ITS THE ONLY WAY TO BE SURE.

>>1661607
>>1661618
I second this

>>1661607
>Destroy the equipment

>>1661607
do something that isnt fucking retarded

>>1661607
Taking some nearby tools you bash the equipment. Your boss doesn’t check this everyday right? Well regardless at least he can’t prove it was you. Or at least not through video, you still got time on your shift so you head out to clean the mess you made with your mind. Still trying to comprehend what had just happened. You need to figure out what is going on, tonight. You need to think of a cover story with the security equipment, who had your shift before you again...

>End of session

*Precision has increased
*Visualization has increased

Will start up again tomorrow.

>>1661648
Was fun, thanks OP!

>>1661648
>Current Stats
Precision = 5
Focus = 1
Visualization = 11
Willpower = 1
Resistance = 1
Multitasking = 1
Control = 1

Stats will be explained more in depth as you progress, but some of them are fairly obvious. Stats below 5 get a -1 to respective rolls. At 10 they will gain a +1. 20 a +2, 35 a +3, 45 +4, etc.

Writing...

>>1661648
>Session start
You could barely focus as you slammed the door to your room. You think you heard your dad yell up to you not to slam doors, but you could barely think about that right now. You yell back a apology, but you don’t mean it, you are far too excited to mean it. You know for a fact that this power was real. While you didn’t leave your workstation you did subtly play with your powers while working. You would gently turn pages with your mind, repeatedly. Every time you skimmed the pages of your playboy you could barely read the articles you were so giddy. It was more to keep confirming you had powers, as well as the pinching to make sure you were actually awake. But you had powers, you could control things with your mind… you can barely scratch the surface of the potential for this power. Though to be fair you really don’t know its limits yet. You look around your mess of a room and ponder how to test this…

>Take out some old lego sets and try to put them together using your powers (Precision, 1d20)
>Try to pick up all the junk in your room with your powers at the same time (Multitasking, 1d20-1)
>Try to lift something heavier, like your bed (Focus, 1d20-1)
>Search online for any info on your power
>Write in

>>1663379
>Take out some old lego sets and try to put them together using your powers (Precision, 1d20)
Let's learn how to not accidentally fuck shit that we don't want fucked up early on

And if we go for that online search, better be behind at least 7 proxies

>>1663395
roll 1d20, best of 3

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1663411

Rolled 8, 4 = 12 (2d20)

>>1663416
Just gonna assume no one else is going to roll because the potential for a 1 so I will speed this up.

>>1663379
Dragging out several untouched lego sets, you asked for them when you were younger and everyone told you that you wouldn’t be cool if you didn’t have them and just got them for the sake of your younger stupider self, you open them and begin skimming the instructions while tearing open the plastics bags the little toys were contained in. While turning your head back and forward from the instructions and the toys you begin building the set, a castle from an old TV show you watched. Though you are only able to build 1 section at a time, probably for the best because that how it was designed to be built in the first place, you found that you could put them together with relative ease. It was like just imagining holding the bricks in your hand and clicking them into place, you know, if you had as many hands as you wanted.

Now that you think about it, could you do this without even looking at the legos? You were able to slap that container out of that girls hand while not even looking at it before… Could you do it with this?

>Lay out the pieces and attempt to put the object together while only looking at the instructions (Visualization, 1d20+1)
>Deconstruct a part of the build and build it over and over to see if you can speed up the process (Precision, 1d20)
>Look for through the instructions for two things you can build at once and try to multitask (Multitasking, 1d20-1)
>Just focus on building the set

>>1663441
>Look for through the instructions for two things you can build at once and try to multitask (Multitasking, 1d20-1)

>>1663444
Roll 1d20, best of 3

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1663449

Rolled 1 (1d20)

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1663449

>>1663441
Your efforts at trying to create several things at the same time don’t pan out as well as you hope. Your grasp is slippery at best, you couldn’t force the bricks into place, and you kept mixing up everything. Your frustration just serves to let loose your power as you accidently smash what you have into little pieces and pushing some other junk in your room around. Fuck.

Looking down at your failure you notice dots of red on the carpet. Red? They seem to be drops coming from… your face? Oh shit! Your nose is bleeding like shit, you run out of your room to the nearby bathroom holding your face to contain the gushing of blood. Jesus Christ this is a lot of blood. Taking as much toilet paper off the roll you hold your face over the sink and try to clean up the blood off your face as well as stuffing what you could in your nose to stop the flow of blood.

“Fredrick! It’s time for dinner!” you hear your mother call up to you from downstairs. Of course its time for dinner.

>”I’m not hungry!”
>”I’ll be down in a minute!”
>Say nothing
>Write in

>>1663477
Fug

>>1663485
>>1663477
Double fug

>>1663477
>I'll be down in a minute

>>1663477
Shit… “I’ll be down in a minute!” You yell back down to her.

What are you going to do, your bleeding profusely and from the stains to the absorbent substance of your nose it isn’t going to stop soon. Grabbing a few clean squares of toilet paper you quickly replace the substance. You can’t shove them up any further than what you currently have and they stick out in a noticeable way. Maybe you can just blow this off as nothing…

Carefully make your way down to see your mother, father, and sister already at the table eating. Your mother is the first to notice “Honey are you okay!?” She quickly stands and rushes to your side inspecting where you are bleeding.

“What happened?” your father questions as your mother inspects the origin of your blood. Your sister, Emily, seems a bit interested in the proceedings, but avoids looking at the blood. She was never one who could handle that kind of thing.

“His nose is bleeding, badly.”

“Fredrick how’d that happen?” He asks with some concern, “did you get in a fight or something?”

You can’t tell them about these powers… can you?

>”Yeah, some guy messing around in the store socked me in the face and ran.”
>”No idea, I just started bleeding.”
>”I just ran into a door.”
>Write in

>>1663538
Kind of dead today, will pick up tomorrow.

>>1663538
>I tripped and fell face into a door (and put on your dorkiest face)

>>1663538
Fuck this is too easy. We destroyed the equipment at the store right? Just say that we were attacked at the store. We didn't call the cops because we were afraid so we went home. We didn't touch anything in the equipment room so there's no prints. Two birds one stone.

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Also love the quest. Can't play much because I'll be working but I'll try to catch up any time I can. Good shit op.

>>1666198
>Have no bruises or other injuries
>Nothing was stolen
>Lock picked the security thing so there is no damage
This doesn't sound suspicious as shit

>>1663538
>"No idea, I just started bleeding"

>>1663538
Sorry for the delay, storm fucked up my internet. Will write as soon as the vote is no longer tied.

>>1666502
Yeah I guess my anons died on me after I supposedly died. Will run another time, not sure when, but I'll probably announce it in one of these places.

Twitter:
@QuestMoonMan

Discord:
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Other quests I run:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=QuestMM

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>>1663634
>>1663538
support