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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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4 yrs ago
Migraines ew
5 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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5 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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5 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Izel watched as Sylphie enthusiastically introduced herself. How adorably violent, but it seemed like the bandits were completely immune to fear. Or perhaps they had forgotten it? Ufu, well then, Sylphie was certainly going to enjoy herself. The bandits didn't hesitate to rush them, thinking them nothing more than exactly as Izel said. Innocent girls lost in the mountains, easy prey for the vile people like them.
The mage merely watched with mild curiosity as they rushed them. A good formation, for average people. How boring. They weren't going to be good entertainment at all, were they? The mage sighed lightly. Unlike Sylphie, this was going to be utterly boring for her it looked like.
While several headed for Sylphie, Izel coldly faced those headed for her.
"My my, so rude and brutish. When a cute girl asks for help, you give it to her." Izel let out a long, drawn out sigh. "But I suppose you uneducated flies wouldn't understand that, would you?" She supposed she could just wipe them all out here, but where would the fun in that be? She wanted some entertainment after all.
The bandit that rushed her swung his sword - from an outside perspective, it seemed like it had hit her - yet it sliced nothing but air.
"Yoohoo, what are you aiming at, hm?" Izel had somehow moved from where she had been standing to a space five feet away, waving playfully at the bandit. "Seeing things are you? My, perhaps you need a doctor?" Another bandit made another attempt to strike, but his blade struck air all the same. "Ah, ah, really. Are you so easily fooled by that?" The second bandit's eyes widened as a cold, pair of hands gripped the side of his face from behind. "No fun at all, are you?"
To onlookers horror, his entire body began petrifying. The bandit shouted, screaming and clutching at his throat in horror as slowly he was turned to stone.
"Whoopsie." Izel was standing behind him, flexing one of her hands. "Oh dear, all I wanted to do was share a bit of knowledge with him. Oh well~" The tone of her voice and what she was saying sharply contradicted the other. The first bandit, undeterred headed right for Izel...and this time his sword struck!
But -
"You even kill your own comrades. My my, you bandits are an honorless lot." Izel was standing behind him, and he had just struck down one of the other bandits. A grin formed on Izel's lips, slowly growing as she turned to face the group of bandits. "Well, I suppose it's about time I stopped playing around with kid games, then, hm?" She raised her arm towards the group of bandits. This was a rather inelegant spell, but often times such brute force was needed for a show of power.
A fireball formed in her hand, before it grew, nearly tripling in size. With barely a thought, it blasted through the group of bandits, slamming into one of their fortifications and exploding on impact.
Appearance: Vladlena's new body appears to be that of a well taken care of, large human sized doll. Standing at just five four, she's rather diminutive and fairly unassuming with long white hair, grey eyes, and dressed in an elegant dress. While she can reasonably pass for a human if she covers up, the fact her body has visible doll joints clearly mark her as something inhuman.
Age: The doll appears to be in its late teens
Gender: Female
Personality: Vladlena, on the surface, seems like a fairly normal person if a bit eccentric with a love for being overly dramatic sometimes. Mixed with an almost mad-scientist level passion for engineering, she can come off as a bit overbearing at times. Mechanical engineering? Mapping out a new bridge to be built? Calculating stress loads for said bridges? Making an entirely new mechanical contraption using physics?
hold her vodka, she'll have this figured out in an hour.
She's friendly enough, with a penchant for teasing other mercilessly and being a bit smug sometimes, but generally only has interest in her own musings and business. Selfish and a mild bit of a pleasure seeker, she does what she wants and doesn't let most people get in her way, though she's not one to simply trample over others without reason.
History: Age: 22 Location of Birth: Voronezh, Glorious Mother Russia!
A college student from The glorious Mother Russia! Land of Vodka and babushkas! Vladlena had a fairly normal life - well, as normal as life can be in the motherland. Not wealthy in the slightest, but by the time she was ready for college, she had more than impressed several people with her intelligence and academic abilities, especially in the more physical sciences such as physics and engineering. So much so, she was able to attend the Lomonosov Moscow State University, on of the top university's in the country, even rejecting other scholarships from overseas, being a bit of a nationalist at her core.
As expected, she excelled in her classes amidst the typical college type parties, drama, and other such life problems. However, despite all her success...she never could say she could get along well with people. She saw them as mostly tolerable annoyances, but as long as she had her work and a few close circle of friends, she'd be fine. A proper introvert, some might say.
How did she end her life? Well, she was drinking, drawing up some plans for a test, got a little too excited, believing herself to be on the verge of an engineering breakthrough, ran out of her dorm and ran face first into a parked delivery trick, at a sprinting pace. Died from a concussion.
Not exactly a glorious way to go.
- Clothing, currently worn - A bundle of thread stuffed into her pockets.
Puppet Space: A personal Hammerspace seemingly for the sole purpose of storing her personal constructs. The space itself is seemingly infinite, and can hold up to a seemingly endless number of deactivated dolls. The space itself acts to both preserve and store them, keeping them in pristine condition until they are needed by Vladlena. To store a puppet, she must physically be touching a it, though she can 'chain' store so long as said puppet she's touching is also touching another puppet.
She can 'summon' things from this space within a few yards around her in any direction, though depending on the size of the puppet in question the time it takes to successfully pull them from the space varies. Small puppets can manifest in a matter of seconds. Human sized ones could take at least twenty, while larger ones take more than a minute, and sometimes even have to force their way out of the portal.
The space can't store anything that in some manner 'contains a soul', meaning inanimate objects and materials are capable of being stored inside this space for future use.
Doll Creation - A skill that possessed dolls have that involves doll repair, and doll construction. After all, as they can't simply naturally heal if a part of them becomes damaged they must repair their own bodies. Their arm becomes damaged, they discard it and make another. From wood, iron, steel, etc, which can also increase their own durability. The only stipulation is that it must be similar to their already lost limb to function. Dolls created with this skill must be at least, somewhat vaguely human looking.
The Puppeteer - A skill sometimes possessed by dolls known as 'Puppet masters.' Rarely, a doll will gain some form of sentience, and they are able to control and give simple orders to other dolls around them, and dolls they create. It's done by creating a 'link' from the Master Doll to another, thus giving them a shadow of a life under the puppet masters command. The number one can control is limited to their own mana reserves, how fast they can process and control information, and the complexity of the puppet in question. At its base, she can control 10 non-complex, small puppets at a range of ten yards around her. She can not yet gain information from them. If this connection is severed in any way, the puppets cease functioning.
Artificial Body (wood) - A racial skill of puppets that will change depending on the material she is made of. She is not a living thing. A purely artificial construct, Vladlena has no need of sleep, eating, or even breathing. Her body is far tougher than a humans thanks to the material she's made of...however this is not entirely a good thing. She gains the weakness of whatever her body is made of. As she's currently made of Wood, she burns easily. She can't be healed with healing traditional healing spells, but someone skilled with plants/wood magic could potentially alter her body for her. If she does become injured, she better hope she has some way of making another arm for herself.
Soul Frailty - Being nothing more than a ghost possessing an artificial body, Vladlena's soul and body is particularly vulnerable to magic. She possesses an innate weakness to magic of all kinds, and a particular severe weakness to any magic that directly affects the soul. They could theoretically simply shove her from her body, rendering her almost utterly helpless, or even dead. Even worse, someone could theoretically force her to serve them should such magic even exist.
Supernatural Affinity - By nature, she is merely a ghost possessing a shell. A form of undead. While she looks human, and for the most part acts it, she isn't. As such, she possesses a natural disposition towards such matters. Being able to see, harm, and interact with ghosts and affording a natural talent in dealing with magic directly relating to spirits. Puppets controlled by her are much the same way....this also unfortunately has a side effect of making most humans innately feel something is 'wrong' with her. While nothing major, most humans feel unease around her regardless of how she behaves, making initial interactions with humans difficult.
Engineering Student - Perhaps a skill that came from her previous life. Tells of a low skill with Engineering ability. That is, the construction of machines, structures, buildings, bridges, etc, using scientific means. At the moment, there is no special subclass associated with this skill such as Mechanical or Civil. It simply means one has a good understanding of the basic principles, and things they make simply seem a tiny bit better than those without this skill.
Basic Sharpening You have shown aptitude with sharpening rocks, now you things are less likely to break when you sharpen them, but only by a marginal amount.
Mentor - Being able to constantly improve oneself is the hallmark of any good machine. That said, a mindless doll can not hope to improve on its own. So it takes knowledge from that who created it. In simple terms, this allows her to 'teach' certain concepts or things to her dolls. Really, it's nothing more than repeating what is shown, and they still are unable to think for themselves or perform innovation. If one, for example, is building a bridge and then run into a wall, they only know how to build a bridge, not remove the wall - so they will continue to try and build the bridge. It offers just a tiny bit of autonomy so she doesn't always have to pay 100% attention to what the dolls are doing.
Ruruka rolled her eyes at Manaka's declaration. This woman was as grating as ever, but at least she was mildly entertaining.
"Hmm...is that so?" Ruruka mused airily. "Well, my pretty spider you say that, yet here I am." Ruruka replied nonchalantly. "Sometimes truth is far stranger than fiction. Believe me or not, that is more or less what happened." And of course, she knew what the digimon was implying. Which meant the fact Manaka got them here was an almost impossible feat in and of itself. If nothing else, it showed just how skilled her current employer was.
"I can wait. I'm in no hurry...though certain people may start to miss me should I be gone too long without checking in." Ruruka smiled airly. No, that wasn't meant to be a threat, but the digimon could take that however she wanted too.
Appearance: Vladlena's new body appears to be that of a well taken care of, large human sized doll. Standing at just five four, she's rather diminutive and fairly unassuming with long white hair, grey eyes, and dressed in an elegant dress. While she can reasonably pass for a human if she covers up, the fact her body has visible doll joints clearly mark her as something inhuman.
Age: The doll appears to be in its late teens
Gender: Female
Personality: Vladlena, on the surface, seems like a fairly normal person if a bit eccentric with a love for being overly dramatic sometimes. Mixed with an almost mad-scientist level passion for engineering, she can come off as a bit overbearing at times. Mechanical engineering? Mapping out a new bridge to be built? Calculating stress loads for said bridges? Making an entirely new mechanical contraption using physics?
hold her vodka, she'll have this figured out in an hour.
She's friendly enough, with a penchant for teasing other mercilessly and being a bit smug sometimes, but generally only has interest in her own musings and business. Selfish and a mild bit of a pleasure seeker, she does what she wants and doesn't let most people get in her way, though she's not one to simply trample over others without reason.
History: Age: 22 Location of Birth: Voronezh, Glorious Mother Russia!
A college student from The glorious Mother Russia! Land of Vodka and babushkas! Vladlena had a fairly normal life - well, as normal as life can be in the motherland. Not wealthy in the slightest, but by the time she was ready for college, she had more than impressed several people with her intelligence and academic abilities, especially in the more physical sciences such as physics and engineering. So much so, she was able to attend the Lomonosov Moscow State University, on of the top university's in the country, even rejecting other scholarships from overseas, being a bit of a nationalist at her core.
As expected, she excelled in her classes amidst the typical college type parties, drama, and other such life problems. However, despite all her success...she never could say she could get along well with people. She saw them as mostly tolerable annoyances, but as long as she had her work and a few close circle of friends, she'd be fine. A proper introvert, some might say.
How did she end her life? Well, she was drinking, drawing up some plans for a test, got a little too excited, believing herself to be on the verge of an engineering breakthrough, ran out of her dorm and ran face first into a parked delivery trick, at a sprinting pace. Died from a concussion.
Not exactly a glorious way to go.
- Clothing, currently worn - A bundle of thread stuffed into her pockets.
Puppet Space: A personal Hammerspace seemingly for the sole purpose of storing her personal constructs. The space itself is seemingly infinite, and can hold up to a seemingly endless number of deactivated dolls. The space itself acts to both preserve and store them, keeping them in pristine condition until they are needed by Vladlena. To store a puppet, she must physically be touching a it, though she can 'chain' store so long as said puppet she's touching is also touching another puppet.
She can 'summon' things from this space within a few yards around her in any direction, though depending on the size of the puppet in question the time it takes to successfully pull them from the space varies. Small puppets can manifest in a matter of seconds. Human sized ones could take at least twenty, while larger ones take more than a minute, and sometimes even have to force their way out of the portal.
The space can't store anything that in some manner 'contains a soul', meaning inanimate objects and materials are capable of being stored inside this space for future use.
Doll Creation - A skill that possessed dolls have that involves doll repair, and doll construction. After all, as they can't simply naturally heal if a part of them becomes damaged they must repair their own bodies. Their arm becomes damaged, they discard it and make another. From wood, iron, steel, etc, which can also increase their own durability. The only stipulation is that it must be similar to their already lost limb to function. Dolls created with this skill must be at least, somewhat vaguely human looking.
The Puppeteer - A skill sometimes possessed by dolls known as 'Puppet masters.' Rarely, a doll will gain some form of sentience, and they are able to control and give simple orders to other dolls around them, and dolls they create. It's done by creating a 'link' from the Master Doll to another, thus giving them a shadow of a life under the puppet masters command. The number one can control is limited to their own mana reserves, how fast they can process and control information, and the complexity of the puppet in question. At its base, she can control 10 non-complex, small puppets at a range of ten yards around her. She can not yet gain information from them. If this connection is severed in any way, the puppets cease functioning.
Artificial Body (wood) - A racial skill of puppets that will change depending on the material she is made of. She is not a living thing. A purely artificial construct, Vladlena has no need of sleep, eating, or even breathing. Her body is far tougher than a humans thanks to the material she's made of...however this is not entirely a good thing. She gains the weakness of whatever her body is made of. As she's currently made of Wood, she burns easily. She can't be healed with healing traditional healing spells, but someone skilled with plants/wood magic could potentially alter her body for her. If she does become injured, she better hope she has some way of making another arm for herself.
Soul Frailty - Being nothing more than a ghost possessing an artificial body, Vladlena's soul and body is particularly vulnerable to magic. She possesses an innate weakness to magic of all kinds, and a particular severe weakness to any magic that directly affects the soul. They could theoretically simply shove her from her body, rendering her almost utterly helpless, or even dead. Even worse, someone could theoretically force her to serve them should such magic even exist.
Supernatural Affinity - By nature, she is merely a ghost possessing a shell. A form of undead. While she looks human, and for the most part acts it, she isn't. As such, she possesses a natural disposition towards such matters. Being able to see, harm, and interact with ghosts and affording a natural talent in dealing with magic directly relating to spirits. Puppets controlled by her are much the same way....this also unfortunately has a side effect of making most humans innately feel something is 'wrong' with her. While nothing major, most humans feel unease around her regardless of how she behaves, making initial interactions with humans difficult.
Engineering Student - Perhaps a skill that came from her previous life. Tells of a low skill with Engineering ability. That is, the construction of machines, structures, buildings, bridges, etc, using scientific means. At the moment, there is no special subclass associated with this skill such as Mechanical or Civil. It simply means one has a good understanding of the basic principles, and things they make simply seem a tiny bit better than those without this skill.
Mentor - Being able to constantly improve oneself is the hallmark of any good machine. That said, a mindless doll can not hope to improve on its own. So it takes knowledge from that who created it. In simple terms, this allows her to 'teach' certain concepts or things to her dolls. Really, it's nothing more than repeating what is shown, and they still are unable to think for themselves or perform innovation. If one, for example, is building a bridge and then run into a wall, they only know how to build a bridge, not remove the wall - so they will continue to try and build the bridge. It offers just a tiny bit of autonomy so she doesn't always have to pay 100% attention to what the dolls are doing.
Izel observed the path before them, quickly deciding she really wasn't interested in this in the slightest. Killing for no reason, even 'bandits' were not how she did things. Maybe if she could...have their bodies after they expired it wouldn't be a complete waste. Perhaps she could get some minor entertainment out of the bandits, watching them struggle and be confused by her mastery of the arts.
"Hmhm...when the direct is difficult, a path around may prove the easiest." Izel chimed in. "...but sometimes the most direct is easiest." Byron did make an excellent point, though. How could they not find this place? It was easy for Sylphie to find, but she didn't think she'd have too much trouble herself either. With a spring in her step and humming a light tune, Izel began walking up the path. Since it seemed like they hadn't been noticed yet...
"Hello hello!" Izel waved brightly to the guards, shouting loud enough they could hear her. "Don't mind me, a forever 20 year old cute totally human girl lost in the forest. You kind people wouldn't happen to know the way to the nearest village, hm?"
Standing next to Lucius in the booth, was a well dressed girl as he set up the easel. It wasn't quite the servant she had expected to summon upon coming here to Fusang, but an assassin was far better than some knightly type. She'd not have any idea how to deal with someone so morally...difficult. Marietta glanced at her servant with mild amusement as he began small conversation before positioning herself in front of the easel.
Reaching into her bags, she pulled out a palette and a skillfully crafted brush.
Ah, how exciting! Seeing clashes of servants here in the coliseum! Painting exciting vistas of servant clashes! Knight versus knight! The strongest heroes of history gathered here to do combat! To say she was the most excited person in the crowd was not an understatement. Twirling her paintbrush, Mary smiled softly as she glanced over to Lucius.
"You think, hm?" Mary hummed, applying a fresh dab of paint to her brush. "These are servants after all, Lucius. It would be short sighted to judge one by appearances." She glanced towards the arena. "But fine...I'm game for a little sport. I'll match your bet on the redhead." Mary smiled. "In fact, if you win your bet, I'll even sign you up to participate." There was no harm in letting her servant have a bit of fun. One had to take care of their tools after all, or they would break. A little leisure as long as he didn't get carried away would be fine.
Throat Pouch: - x6 Nothing Rawhide Backpack - x5 Nothing Equipped: Mana Bone Spear (Average) 1 Smooth Stone
"Hm?" Ash didn't turn her attention away from her material collecting. "Ah, yes. Poison magic is a thing. I recently managed to discover it." To demonstrate, she formed the silvery sphere of poison in her claw, holding it out briefly for Oberon to inspect should he desire it before tossing it to the side. "I'm hoping to develop it further. I also managed to pick up a few other skills in the process...oh, and I made a rather nice spear using some frog parts." She stopped for a moment, smiling and seemingly doing a bit of self praise before moving on. "If you want, I can show you later. It's getting a bit late and I'd like to finish seeing what useful parts this Rat has - huh?" As the experience progress was pulled up, Ash simply stared at it, narrowing her eyes at it in mild bewilderment.
"...Well that's weird." How on earth did she get to 80% already? Not that she was complaining, but the only thing she had done was beat up a rat! Well, and learn those skills. Did acquiring those skills also give her exp? That seemed like an entirely too easy system to game. If so, all she'd have to do is simply tick over the skills she was working on then get a massive exp boost.
Hm.
"Ah, sorry, something just surprised me. I have some training I want some help with, though we can likely do that tomorrow if we have time." She turned her attention back to the rat. The rat itself didn't seem like it had as many useful parts as the frog. Understandable, given how badly they had beaten it. Still, she could easily find a use for a good number of these things. Especially those large bone plates. It might have been primitive, but armor could be useful. If she could cure it with simple salt and alcohol, or some other agent, it could make at least for some decent armor.
Finally done with the dissection, Ash pulled it from the corpse and back into the shelter. Didn't want any predators finding it, though it would likely start to rot by tomorrow since it wasn't preserved. Still, it'd do for tonight. Eating some of the raw meat, she would also take a moment to quench her thirst and first meditate to refill her MP.
She was no stranger to all nighters, of course, and this shouldn't be any different. While she did want to try new things, she decided for now she'd focus on building her more direct offensive abilities. With some base abilities to work with, this should be easy enough. First, she'd Mana Slice and Mana Vision, seeing how it was built before forming the toxic Poison Splash. Ash began attempting to form the silvery orb of Poison into the same shape as a Mana Slice. Taking the mana particles, she would attempt dragging it so it would resemble the same structural makeup of the Mana Slice.
After either successfully making the skill or making enough progress to feel comfortable she turned her attention back to something she had tried when she was back in the gave. Summoning another ball of poison, Ash dipped her claws into the acidic substance, no doubt wincing as the acid ate away at her own claws. Without a proper target, she simply used the rock wall of the shelter to practice, cutting into the rock. Perhaps this would also serve to sharpen her claws?
After a few minutes, Ash would once more return to Meditation, refilling her MP and resting a bit as she took another drink form the stream and took another bite of the rat meat they had just gotten. Sleep would be good, but...annoying, really. She could feel her body getting sluggish already. It seemed this body wasn't suited for it, but perhaps there was something she could do to lessen the amount of sleep she needed. There were many fantastical tales associated with meditation. Out of body experiences. Astral projection. a lot of pseudoscience that perhaps, in this world, wasn't quite so fantastical.
Deciding this would be her final experiment for the night, Ash found herself back int the shelter, towards the back with the stash of things she had stored. Closing her eyes and breathing in, Ash began meditating. Instead of just trying to passively regenerate however, the Pygmy drake actively attempted to 'feel' the ambient mana in the area around her. She knew it was there, she had seen it. If she could absorb it instead of distributing it, perhaps it could aid the meditation process. After a few minutes of testing on whether or not it'd be feasible, she moved onto something else.
Just a small test. She tried to imagine the shelter. The pile of loot and bones, Oberon and Digbie, the walls and layout. She began trying to imagine herself moving, trying to forcefully project her consciousness outside of her main body. It was a silly thought, and she didn't even think it'd work - but there was no harm in trying something like this.
Either way, eventually the Pygmy drake would get tired like any other, and drift off into sleep.
Ash was woken groggily by the horn. Rolling over, the Pygmy drake yawned, stretching her claws much like a cat would before sitting and scrunching her nose. That...was close. What on earth was blowing a horn - oh right. That goblin tribe that had stumbled onto them yesterday. They were supposed to be coming this morning, huh.
Mixed feelings aside, Ash dragged herself out of the shelter, towards the stream for an early morning drink before taking a small bite to eat for breakfast from any unspoiled meat, or meat that looked at least halfway decent to consume. Seemed like she was the first one up. Frowning a bit, she picked up her Spear with lesser force, doing a few small mental exercises with it to shake off the early morning grogginess. Twirling it in the air as fast as she could, stabbing it forwards, before quickly yanking it back. She even attempted picking up the small pebble she had found in the Rat, attempting to exercise her ability further and making it stronger and more fine tuned.
"Well, would you believe me in saying I'm just a fan?" Ruruka mused with a light smile in reply to the spider Digimon. "I've been following Muse for quite awhile now...though I certainly didn't intend to end up back stage. I could have sneaked out, I suppose, but where would the fun in that be?"
"Eh...Ruruka but you said these guys' taste in music was worse than a Numemon."
She chuckled lightly, ignoring her digimon.
"Ahem...but as a...private security contractor, you get some difficult request sometimes. I was to apprehend an old woman with a penchant for taking panty shots, harassment, and well, I'm sure you can imagine other things. Unfortunately the cow was a bit craftier than I thought. She dumped me in a Direct Link and I ended up there. I have no idea how she got the access, but she apparently is far more skilled than I thought."
She really hoped Manaka was listening, if only because her own satisfaction. For now, Ruruka let herself be carried. She had no doubt she could escape if she really wanted. Wasn't like anyone in her organization would allow her to be handled as such if she sent the word.
"Jeez, you really love your terrible jokes." Suzuka laughed again, though it was noticeably less than his last attempt at flirting with her. "And like, rude. Why would I want those gaudy old jewels? It's not even designer brand!" Suzuka harrumphed as though that was obvious. "A cute high school girl like me has a reputation to keep, knight dude. I only wear the latest and most popular stuff." This was taking too long. Sitting around here just watching him...loot, while entertaining, really was getting old. Her eyes shifted deeper into the crypt.
"Okaaaay!" Suzuka grinned. "Time to move! I wanna finish up and find me a mall. I wonder what kinda stuff is popular here..." Before link could make a move to top her, Suzuka already began moving deeper into the crypt.
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Have some dancing medjed.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jjKSxTj.png" /></div><br><br>Hello! Welcome to my little bio.<br><br>Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).<br><br>Have some dancing medjed.<br><br><img src="https://i.redd.it/q95hk1tobbv11.gif" /></div>