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STATUS: Time is an interested concept, how it moves and yet stays still all the same. Flowing and stagnant. Anyways, just stopped by to refresh myself on an old character. 3 yrs ago
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Time is an interested concept, how it moves and yet stays still all the same. Flowing and stagnant. Anyways, just stopped by to refresh myself on an old character.
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6 yrs ago
Ha, past me thought eight months too long to go without a status update. Now it has been ten! Anyways, I've D&D things to work on, so I'll get back to that.
7 yrs ago
Mercy it's been eight months since my last status, perhaps it is time to find a RP and get a spot more active for awhile.
7 yrs ago
Just finished Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid. It's always such a bittersweet feeling to finish a show, more so a good one.
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Welp, it's my 20th Birthday. Starting the day properly with a stupidly big bowl of cereal and latter there shall be porkchops!
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It could help, it could potentially destroy everything. Personally I'd bet on the first option.
That said, I can't say my posts will be very good until I get my laptop back.
That said, I can't say my posts will be very good until I get my laptop back.
Arthur was playing his drum, keeping calm the other passengers. Then he said, in a casual fashion, "You know, if we all run out there and storm the bandits, they won't be able to kill us all. Hells I could even run in first and catch the first wave of panicked arrows and bolts."
Arthur would chuckle after, and if the others agreed he would do as he said and run out first, shouting and rushing at the first bandit he saw. Otherwise he'd return to his drum.
(Not actually sure what rolls I'd have to make)
Arthur would chuckle after, and if the others agreed he would do as he said and run out first, shouting and rushing at the first bandit he saw. Otherwise he'd return to his drum.
(Not actually sure what rolls I'd have to make)
I'm still here. Stuck on a 3DS still.
And here I rest in the corner, lamenting at my inability to partake because of a damn machine, and lack of one.
I suppose I should find an excuse for Arthur to not have been at the ball.
I suppose I should find an excuse for Arthur to not have been at the ball.
Very well, I will continue my tale.
After jumping around the stations a second time I entered Camp Golf. I had been there before, to help the misfits and look at a painting. Now however I had greater purpose. I came for a gun.
The eldest Ranger, of whom his name escapes me, invited me to his office, and we spoke.
I left swiftly to get one of the other rangers, but before I knew it I heard the bang. The ranger had turned his mighty gun on himself, rather than being captured.
The Ranger (insert other part of name) was, and is, absurdly strong, putting the .44 to shame. The bullets it fires are rarer, but the Gun Runners tend to have most bullets in stock.
A worthy weapon, for my cause. If only Cass didn't die in the quests to get it.
After I got the firearm I continued my work with House. The Brotherhood of Steel needed to die. Raul at my side I went into hidden valley, and stepped into the bunker the BoS hid within.
After talking away a Ranger the Elder of the Brotherhood trusted me enough to let me roam the base. Having Raul wait at the door (I was sick of friends dying) I slipped into the laboratory. Therr I met the Chief Scribe, whom I quietly and efficiently shot in the back of the head with my mighty sidearm. Slipping on his robes I used my tech savvy to initiate the self-destruct, and then I ran, really really fast. I had to run past some angry members of the brotherhood, but the scribes couldn't take a single bullet, the paladins in their armor took two.
Me and Raul ran away from that place, and with luck we escaped with our lives. I was nearly dead, a gauss round had shattered my chest, but I made it to the New Vegas Medical Clinic. I had been there before of course, more machine than man by that point with all my implants. Reporting to Mr. House again I got my next job, one I'd do alone.
The casino across the street, a cesspool of sex, drugs, and suits. A den of snakes. I went in alone, I had no weapons, save my silver tongue and sharp mind.
After getting set on course by that ciacio guy I went to deal with the weapons.
After getting the weapon dealer the proof that he was being set up I went into the stockpile to personally lay the thermite. But not before grabbing a sniper rifle from the weapon cache, and a handful of .308 rounds.
The weapons dust I moved on to the 'specialist'. He was sitting in his suite, and it was a simple matter of getting into an angle where he couldn't see me but my sniper could see him.
Taking the magnum from his corpse I moved on. Sal and Nero were next. My inside man held onto the sawed off while I held my .44 ready. However before the bullets flew I talked to Big Sal, learned his plan, and then with a quick quip convienced him Nero was his foe.
Of course neither Sal or my insider lived, but Nero wasn't able to stand up to me either. Job done I went back to the 38.
I must sleep now though, so I leave my tale there. Next time I finish the tale of my Hardcore journey.
After jumping around the stations a second time I entered Camp Golf. I had been there before, to help the misfits and look at a painting. Now however I had greater purpose. I came for a gun.
The eldest Ranger, of whom his name escapes me, invited me to his office, and we spoke.
I left swiftly to get one of the other rangers, but before I knew it I heard the bang. The ranger had turned his mighty gun on himself, rather than being captured.
The Ranger (insert other part of name) was, and is, absurdly strong, putting the .44 to shame. The bullets it fires are rarer, but the Gun Runners tend to have most bullets in stock.
A worthy weapon, for my cause. If only Cass didn't die in the quests to get it.
After I got the firearm I continued my work with House. The Brotherhood of Steel needed to die. Raul at my side I went into hidden valley, and stepped into the bunker the BoS hid within.
After talking away a Ranger the Elder of the Brotherhood trusted me enough to let me roam the base. Having Raul wait at the door (I was sick of friends dying) I slipped into the laboratory. Therr I met the Chief Scribe, whom I quietly and efficiently shot in the back of the head with my mighty sidearm. Slipping on his robes I used my tech savvy to initiate the self-destruct, and then I ran, really really fast. I had to run past some angry members of the brotherhood, but the scribes couldn't take a single bullet, the paladins in their armor took two.
Me and Raul ran away from that place, and with luck we escaped with our lives. I was nearly dead, a gauss round had shattered my chest, but I made it to the New Vegas Medical Clinic. I had been there before of course, more machine than man by that point with all my implants. Reporting to Mr. House again I got my next job, one I'd do alone.
The casino across the street, a cesspool of sex, drugs, and suits. A den of snakes. I went in alone, I had no weapons, save my silver tongue and sharp mind.
After getting set on course by that ciacio guy I went to deal with the weapons.
After getting the weapon dealer the proof that he was being set up I went into the stockpile to personally lay the thermite. But not before grabbing a sniper rifle from the weapon cache, and a handful of .308 rounds.
The weapons dust I moved on to the 'specialist'. He was sitting in his suite, and it was a simple matter of getting into an angle where he couldn't see me but my sniper could see him.
Taking the magnum from his corpse I moved on. Sal and Nero were next. My inside man held onto the sawed off while I held my .44 ready. However before the bullets flew I talked to Big Sal, learned his plan, and then with a quick quip convienced him Nero was his foe.
Of course neither Sal or my insider lived, but Nero wasn't able to stand up to me either. Job done I went back to the 38.
I must sleep now though, so I leave my tale there. Next time I finish the tale of my Hardcore journey.
I hope the eye thing works out well for you. Suppose I'll go read the new IC post now.
Since I've been without laptop I found a great deal more time to play videogames.
And so I said not too long ago, "You know I've yet to beat Fallout: New Vegas on Hardcore." I knew there was some form of reward, but have avoided spoilers for the years as I wanted to see the reward for myself. 100 gamerscore by the way, but I was expecting something underwhelming so regardless.
I, for what mudt have been the hundredth time, made the character I always wanted to be. High charisma and intelligence, six luck for Mysterious Stranger (though he never showed his face), guns and speech, and for once I put some points into barter and survival.
I set out, and the beginning went as expected. I gathered food and water, killed some powder gangers, and made my way to Primm.
There I got the sheriff duster, my go to outfit for the early game, I love a good coat you see. I slippee into the Bison Steve, and went the back way around to get to Beagle. Freeing him I gave him the mercy of dying in combat because I knew otherwise he would lose his job once I restored law to the town.
But the law would wait. Ed-E in tow I continued my usual early game, stopping by and helping Mojave Outpost before walking to Nelson.
At the gates I met the winner of the lottery, who I promptly murdered. I also took his lottery ticket, because it was weightless and the winning ticket was a good trophy.
I met the Legion, and in a bold move decimated the dogs with the use of mines and grenades I reclaimed from some bandits.
From that point till about the mid-late game I wore the head of a wolf, and the coat of a law bringer.
Pressing on I continued with the usual, fought of some Legion assassins, though not without several broken limbs. Spent about half an hour real time looking for the damn doctor in Novac, but after kept on with the usual. Come fly with me, recruiting Boone, having a wonderful chat with No-Bark.
Then I reached Helios-One, and I learned of the Legions cruelty. Boone and Ed-E, along with several NCR soldiers, died protecting me from the assassins.
Piling the corpses high I took the helm of the bastard that killed my friends, and drank down a bottle whiskey before giving my farewell to two good friends.
I gave power to the poor, and then set out for boulder city. Talking my way through, the Kahns walked away unharmed, while I looked to Vegas.
By then I easily had the money to walk into Vegas proper, but with Veronica at my side dealt with many problems of Freeside first. And got banned from gambling at the Wrangler. Wearing the suit I got from gambling I stepped onto the neon painted strip. But I didn't go into the Lucky 38 however. I had other business to attend to, at the Tops.
I talked my way to Benny, weapons in hand me and the top cat himself spoke at length in the presidential suite. Benny dropped like a sack of rocks when a .44 bullet entered his heart.
Then, for good measure I made enough money to get banned from the casino.
Mr. House. The master of Vegas, and one of the few from before the war who didn't have glop falling from his face.
I left to meet Caesar, House wished his army readied and who was I to refuse, after all, the house always wins.
My meeting with the conquerer of 48 tribes went well, and soon I had turned the army of robots on without a scratch, my science skill was high.
At that point I was travelling with Arcade Gannon, Veronica chilling in the 38. The two of us went on a few side quests, until I decided to travel with Veronica, and I felt like grabbing the Alien Blaster.
Sadly, even with the power of my modded cowboy repeater the aliens proved to much. I lived, yet Veronica, charging into the lasers with a fist, did not.
Several quests later I picked up Cass, my favorite companion I feel safe saying. After dealing with her personal quest in the peaceful fashion I began my quest for what would be my greatest weapon... the Ranger Sequia(I spelled that wrong bo doubt.). Could have murdered riot armor rangers until I got it, but I like the NCR, so the peaceful route.
It started by getting to the various ranger stations.
It was easy for the most part, save for one. Foxtrot I think, the one near Jacobs Town. I tried to get to it Vegas side, and before I realized I had to go around was swimming in Cazadors alongside Cass and Rex(with Lupas brain).
My head was injured, my doctor bags were nill, and I gripped the Mysterious Magnum praying to make it to the Followers Safehouse, of whom I was a member.
Nest after nest, swarm after swarm.
We were almost there. We blew through the last group like angels of death.
I was hopeful. Until I heard Cass ask for a stim. She was stung one too many times, and as I turned around desperate to save her she hugged the ground. She died before my eyes.
When I reached the safe house I downef all my whisky, to remember and forget.
I run out of room to type I think. I have likely taken up too much of everyone's time, though should some be curious I'll finish my tale.
And so I said not too long ago, "You know I've yet to beat Fallout: New Vegas on Hardcore." I knew there was some form of reward, but have avoided spoilers for the years as I wanted to see the reward for myself. 100 gamerscore by the way, but I was expecting something underwhelming so regardless.
I, for what mudt have been the hundredth time, made the character I always wanted to be. High charisma and intelligence, six luck for Mysterious Stranger (though he never showed his face), guns and speech, and for once I put some points into barter and survival.
I set out, and the beginning went as expected. I gathered food and water, killed some powder gangers, and made my way to Primm.
There I got the sheriff duster, my go to outfit for the early game, I love a good coat you see. I slippee into the Bison Steve, and went the back way around to get to Beagle. Freeing him I gave him the mercy of dying in combat because I knew otherwise he would lose his job once I restored law to the town.
But the law would wait. Ed-E in tow I continued my usual early game, stopping by and helping Mojave Outpost before walking to Nelson.
At the gates I met the winner of the lottery, who I promptly murdered. I also took his lottery ticket, because it was weightless and the winning ticket was a good trophy.
I met the Legion, and in a bold move decimated the dogs with the use of mines and grenades I reclaimed from some bandits.
From that point till about the mid-late game I wore the head of a wolf, and the coat of a law bringer.
Pressing on I continued with the usual, fought of some Legion assassins, though not without several broken limbs. Spent about half an hour real time looking for the damn doctor in Novac, but after kept on with the usual. Come fly with me, recruiting Boone, having a wonderful chat with No-Bark.
Then I reached Helios-One, and I learned of the Legions cruelty. Boone and Ed-E, along with several NCR soldiers, died protecting me from the assassins.
Piling the corpses high I took the helm of the bastard that killed my friends, and drank down a bottle whiskey before giving my farewell to two good friends.
I gave power to the poor, and then set out for boulder city. Talking my way through, the Kahns walked away unharmed, while I looked to Vegas.
By then I easily had the money to walk into Vegas proper, but with Veronica at my side dealt with many problems of Freeside first. And got banned from gambling at the Wrangler. Wearing the suit I got from gambling I stepped onto the neon painted strip. But I didn't go into the Lucky 38 however. I had other business to attend to, at the Tops.
I talked my way to Benny, weapons in hand me and the top cat himself spoke at length in the presidential suite. Benny dropped like a sack of rocks when a .44 bullet entered his heart.
Then, for good measure I made enough money to get banned from the casino.
Mr. House. The master of Vegas, and one of the few from before the war who didn't have glop falling from his face.
I left to meet Caesar, House wished his army readied and who was I to refuse, after all, the house always wins.
My meeting with the conquerer of 48 tribes went well, and soon I had turned the army of robots on without a scratch, my science skill was high.
At that point I was travelling with Arcade Gannon, Veronica chilling in the 38. The two of us went on a few side quests, until I decided to travel with Veronica, and I felt like grabbing the Alien Blaster.
Sadly, even with the power of my modded cowboy repeater the aliens proved to much. I lived, yet Veronica, charging into the lasers with a fist, did not.
Several quests later I picked up Cass, my favorite companion I feel safe saying. After dealing with her personal quest in the peaceful fashion I began my quest for what would be my greatest weapon... the Ranger Sequia(I spelled that wrong bo doubt.). Could have murdered riot armor rangers until I got it, but I like the NCR, so the peaceful route.
It started by getting to the various ranger stations.
It was easy for the most part, save for one. Foxtrot I think, the one near Jacobs Town. I tried to get to it Vegas side, and before I realized I had to go around was swimming in Cazadors alongside Cass and Rex(with Lupas brain).
My head was injured, my doctor bags were nill, and I gripped the Mysterious Magnum praying to make it to the Followers Safehouse, of whom I was a member.
Nest after nest, swarm after swarm.
We were almost there. We blew through the last group like angels of death.
I was hopeful. Until I heard Cass ask for a stim. She was stung one too many times, and as I turned around desperate to save her she hugged the ground. She died before my eyes.
When I reached the safe house I downef all my whisky, to remember and forget.
I run out of room to type I think. I have likely taken up too much of everyone's time, though should some be curious I'll finish my tale.
So...
I'm awake, but I won't be posting for a few hours because reasons.
Also, since I saw it stated a page ago... Don't hurt the poor misunderstood kobolds! They're adorable and if you hurt them I'll have to hurt you and it woulldn't end well for anybody!
I'm awake, but I won't be posting for a few hours because reasons.
Also, since I saw it stated a page ago... Don't hurt the poor misunderstood kobolds! They're adorable and if you hurt them I'll have to hurt you and it woulldn't end well for anybody!
In the time it took me to write that we e ded up on a new page, only to find something truely insulting grace my eyes.
The rapier, a blade for only those with quick hands and minds, for the dexterous and quick. A weapon built for a rogue! While not as small or easy to conceal as a knife it is without doubt an artist tool in the hands of a rogue, many of whom use these tools.
Hell, even Robin Hood, a rogue if ever there was one, used a rapier when things got to close for the bow!
Anyways, I need to sleep, I bid thee all ado.
The rapier, a blade for only those with quick hands and minds, for the dexterous and quick. A weapon built for a rogue! While not as small or easy to conceal as a knife it is without doubt an artist tool in the hands of a rogue, many of whom use these tools.
Hell, even Robin Hood, a rogue if ever there was one, used a rapier when things got to close for the bow!
Anyways, I need to sleep, I bid thee all ado.
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