Okay, so in the beginning of time (round about 4 months ago), someone asked what system would be a good way to roleplay in the VALKYRIA CHRONICLES universe, and everyone pretty much suggested reskinning ONLY WAR. I was watching that thread and thought that it was probably a capital idea to do a total conversion of ONLY WAR into something more fighting fit for the VC universe. I've been writing this on and off for the past four months, but I reached a milestone just now. Here's the document in my Google Drive:

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B2JOyyHPMlkxcXUyMThqUHZGM2M/edit?usp=sharing

If you want to download, just click the button on the upper left corner.

The game's definitely not in a playable state (you can't even make characters yet), but I've already finished Chapter I, which is the basic rules covering Tests and generally how to run the game with the rules (this is your standard How to Play the game from any 40K RPG).

Chapter II is the real meat, which is Unit Creation (analogous to ONLY WAR's Regiment Creation). This one's done. I know how much /tg/ loves the Rites of Battle Chapter Creation, and ONLY WAR's Regiment Creation, so I thought I'd throw this out so you can all have some fun with it. Enjoy.

/tg/, help my group and I settle a discussion.

Since our gaming group all know each other, we tend to make small adjustments to army books and rules when we agree that they could be done better.

With the release of the new Dark Elf book, one person in particular in my group wants to make Corsairs more expensive. His reasoning is that their equivalent (Sea Guard) are they same cost, but don't get as much.

11 points for Sea Guard nets you a spear, a longbow, light armor, ASF, and fighting in an extra rank.

11 points for Corsairs gets you a 4+ armor save, 2 hand weapons, ASF and re-rolling 1s to wound.

OR

4+ armor save, Repeater Handbows, ASF and rerolling 1s to wound.

My argument is that Sea Guard are designed to be really good 'all around' troops since they would be good in CC or shooting, whereas Corsairs only have one role that they're going to be good at.

What does /tg/ think?

You heart running oddly fast for such a light amount of exercise, you and Hisao make your way clear of Mutou's chaotic classroom as the boys meekly file out to eat lunch in their mancaves while the girls begin overturning desks to form a gladiatorial ring.
You note, however, that Hisao seems to give people a very wide berth as he tries to move past them.
You do that too, but for him you can't help but wonder if it's because of his condition...
That thought actually sends pangs of worry through you. What else might he not be able to do? It's actually really troubling: since you found out about his heart problem from Lilly you're overanalyzing every action he makes.
Hmph.
You need to try to get him talking about it.
"So Hanako?" He says once you enter into the marginally-less-crowded alcove of the class doorway. "Where are we going?"
Oh, yeah. You invited him for lunch but didn't actually have any set place in mind. Thinking on the fly, you answer...

>Stability: 2
[] The roof
[] The library
[] The tea room

Help me out here.
I'm no less fed up with Forgeworld's 15% shipping fee for a month long delivery time than with GW's failcast and prices, so I started looking into Chinese counterfeit recasters. What I found thus far was coolcastornot.com - currently without GW/FW stuff though; and www.cadwallon.com; with a very limited range. Does anything else exist?

PREVIOUSLY on A Black Comedy: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=A%20Black%20Comedy
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This warehouse is dark, an oppressive sense of evil pressing down from each direction.

You stand before a black and bloodied altar, half recognized occult symbols smeared in goat's blood all around you. Daylight creeps in through the crack beneath the door slammed shut by the force of the ritual's completion. Tattered robes stained with midnight litter the haphazard chapel that had been built amongst the barrels of grain, all that remain of a mad cult bent upon bringing ruin to the world. In the back of your mind, a chorus of a thousand screaming voices sings a melody of the sins of man, and the debauched and harrowed afterlife faced by those who choose the side of Evil.

In the center, a beast of eyes and blackened fire floats, taking the shape of a set of interlocking wheels bent in some perverse and non-euclidean geometry that your mind cannot fully comprehend. You stare at it, knowing it to be an outsider from the deepest pits, but incapable of placing it amongst the servants of the Deadly Twelve. No matter - your weapon, a glaive of purest orichalcum, stands at the ready. You are the very picture of a hero, facing down...!

Okay, you can't say that with a straight face.

You were the one who summoned the bloody thing after all. Well, less summoned and more "got a bit carried away correcting the cultist's ritual." Really, it's not -your- fault they all got their souls... eaten? Yes, eaten is probably the best word... by the eye-wheely thingamajig that popped up. You're actually a bit surprised at how powerful this thing seems to be - sure, the impromptu sacrifice has nice tits, but they weren't -that- nice.

>Field too long.

So tell me teeg, have you stopped shampooing your spiritual liege's crotch with you tongue long enough to play the best marine chapter there is?

Fantasy isn't history, you can have black people or even native americans bum fucking around psuedo-medieval Europe without it being strange in-universe.

That is all.

Archive Link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Gundam%20X%20Quest

Rules: http://pastebin.com/ydWyDbjE

Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/dSf1cMsQ

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Previously on Gundam X Quest:
>Dave educates Garrod and Tiffa on the subject of dolphins, possibly scarring them for life in the process.
>Dave has a Newtype moment with a dolphin, after blowing up lots of dolphin brains.
>We continue to say "FUCK YOU" to canon, resulting in the survival of Jamil Neate's childhood crush, instructor, and superior officer, Lucille Lilliant.

When we last left our intrepid junk dealer, he had just managed to successfully activate the Flash System on his own and assert his control over the Freeden's contingency of six GX Bits.

>It is now easier to use the Flash System. The DC to activate it is slightly lower.

Of course, the acquisition of the GX Bits have not gone unnoticed, as the Freeden is now facing the New UNE Forces at sea. It's the Freeden's Gundams versus their thirty Daughtress Flyers and their massive carrier... Who will emerge victorious?

>Twitter: https://twitter.com/MoshiMoshiWaifu
>Current World Alignment: -2. Dark.
>Current Narrative Pool: 0.33. And dropping.
>Narrative Health: 47%
>Mechanics Pastebin (Still a work in progress): http://pastebin.com/G0eLY6G7
>Character Sheet Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/1Hx8wyr9

You used to be a waifu.

Now, you have nothing. Well, that's not true. You've got a crippled kitten, and a ditzy side character. Who you may or may not be trying to power up. You're not entirely sure, but you do know one thing-

Konoko has betrayed you. Just as you defeated Anon-kun, finally overthrowing him from the protagonist's role, and letting Konoko take power. She promptly kicked you out. After an indeterminate amount of time, you came to and escaped, following her plot. Now- you face somewhat an impasse. She went to a classy upscale restaurant with, apparently, Leopold. Maybe. You're not sure on the details

It's kinda hard to focus with Anon-kun sobbing in a dumpster right by the restaurant. It's not that he's loud, it's just that his annoying voice carries over to you too well. Riritu seemingly hasn't noticed yet.. Sheesh. Lose one protagonist role, and suddenly he's crying a river.

"Do you have a reservation?" The doorman asks abruptly.
"Ehhh? Ahh, well~" Riritu, unwisely, steps forward, "Mr. Doorman-san," God DAMN it Riritu, "I'm sure we-"
"I'm not talking to you," The doorman looks coldly at Riritu, before smiling over at you again, "I was talking to your friend here. Surely, you're expected?"

You're dressed in your night clothes. You've got a hurt kitten on your head, under your hat. You've just undergone a betrayal. You can feel a real pressing desire to inflict violence on him-

Butttt...You don't really have a role. As far as the narrative is concerned, you're an uncharacter. No fun.

You've only got so much time before you fade entirely-
>Narrative pool 0.32.
Damn it!

>Your move.

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Space Marine 6th edition codex scan!

No fluff or extra pics

>>27061391

http://www1.zippyshare.com/v/13089851/file.html