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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).
“Alright, Verdue. Munchlax! Show them how we greet those who interrupt our tea-time!” The plan was simple, really. Laurel recalled her Sprigatito, switching in her Munchlax. The gluttonous pokemon in question hopped onto the battlefield, curiously looking at Pawniard and Sneasel both. “Keep that Pawniard off Luna!”
“Too slow. Sneasel, Rocksmash!” Sneasel dashed, running full speed ahead towards the Snivvy. Luna would barely have time to get off a vine whip, let alone a wrap as the pokemons claws glowed white, slamming into the Snivvy’s body and sending the other pokemon stumbling back. Bea’s Sneasel cackled aggressively - just as it would find a vine whipping into its arms, the vine wrapping around the Poison types arms and body, earning aggressive, annoyed cries as the pokemon was wrapped up.
“Not bad, kiddo, Pawniard…another Fury Cutter. That Munchlax wants to tango, we can dance all you want, miss.” Pawniard sharpened its blades again, making a beeline right for the Munchlax. Montgomery had nothing but confidence, it seemed as the Pawniard struck Munchalx’s stomach, earning a somewhat confused, but pained grunt from the pokemon.
Not that the damage amounted to a whole lot, though, as a good portion would be healed from the Leech Seed on Sneasel.
You’re on the road of Route 5. Full of old ruins and plenty of pokemon. Route 4 and Route 2 are easily accessible from here. Train pokemon in the current area? Who knows, maybe you could get a few quick levels here. Look for pokemon. Who knows, maybe you could find something neat here. If so, describe how you search and if you’re looking for anything in particular. Random event (Want to bully the GM? Ask him to make a random encounter for you that isn’t any of the above or below. Quality will vary.) You could probably find a few trainers on the plains. Exploring ruins may also yield some interesting results, perhaps. Could go see what those ‘miscreants’ Laurel mentioned were up to…
“H-hey. What do you think you’re doing? I’m a valuable and expensive piece of equipment!” The mini Camphor would complain as Clarissa held out the pokedex. “This is my home, you little brat. You think I want uninvited guests?! Well, on the other hand it’d be a unique opportunity to study a Rotom up close…mmngh…” The AI didn’t seem to be too opposed to the idea, but she didn’t seem on board, either.
“Ro?” The Rotom itself, though, did seem intrigued by the device in front of it. As Clarissa continued to talk, its eyes seemed to slowly look around the room, out the window, slowly circling back to Clarissa and the device. She could tell it was at least curious? Intrigued? It didn’t seem like it was opposed to the idea of leaving.
But it also seemed wary and cautious.
“Bzzt-Ro.” It seemed content here, certainly. It had a whole factory, it had its own little fun messing with the pokemon here, and it had whatever it wanted, really.
“I’d have to put up some fire walls, maybe partition some of the device…since the pokedex doesn’t have the functionality of a Rotom dex, it’d basically just be a glorified pokeball…” Camphor continued to mutter audibly, ignoring both Clarissa and the Rotom now, as she’d pace back and forth across the screen, a few pixelated equations floating around her head as she’d stop in front of a whiteboard, and start scribbling out some highly complex looking diagrams.
“...Ro!”
“Weh-!”
Having made up its mind, suddenly the entire facility started powering down. Well, more like every switch was flipped off, and every conveyor belt was slowed to a halt as the Rotom zapped itself from the TV Monitor to the Pokedex.
“Oi-you pest-stop that!”
The pokedex vibrated violently in Clarissa’s hand. The screen blinked and buzzed, the audio.
briefly becoming distorted as the pokedex suddenly shut off completely.
Well, it was probably fine. The magnetic locks on the doors disengaged, allowing Clarissa to leave. It’d be easy enough to take the closer stairs down to the warehouse floor and meet up with the others, now.
Notably, she hadn’t technically caught the Rotom yet. It was just living in her pokedex for the moment.
“You guys wanted to look at the shrine, not me! Coming here is always asking for trouble!” Yasu shouted back. She was already quite a distance away now, slowly disappearing into the forest behind the trees and foliage. Seemed like she was well and truly done with this place for now. She only stopped long enough to reply to Isla’s question. “Exactly like this! What do you expect? Just less destroyed. Tsk, when my parents find out they’re going to have words for that hag…”
Swiper, though, would find something a bit interesting. Scurrying across the roughed up ground, following his nose as he’d scamper across the grass and earth, eventually it would lead him to the Shrine itself. One of the doors was open, just slightly. Normally it’d be closed and locked, but it looked like either the woman or someone else had broken it some time ago, leaving one of the doors open.
Inside, was an old scrap of paper it looked like…with an old, photo of a family in a glass frame. It was weathered with age, but remarkably well preserved, save for part of the drawing being cut off over a little girl's face. A wooden tablet with a prayer for safety was sitting nearby along with a little hand drawn carving of Celebi.
Didn’t seem like much else was here, though. The woman, Leah, didn’t seem to have dropped anything.
Assuming the two left, following after Yasu relatively quickly they’d make their way back to Pines End without trouble. Yasu gruffly would return to the temple, unaware of Isla finding anything in the shrine unless told. Maybe it’d be a good idea to check on her. Otherwise, there was still the Hotel that Isla now had a VIP card too, but there wasn’t any more immediate pressing matters to tend to, now.
Hurry through back to Route 1 or Byjerlfal. Move on to route 3, where the Plains region of Eidda meets the forest. Train pokemon. (Skip the grind, and we get to the result. Tell me how you train and if you just grind wild mon or some other creative training) Maybe see if the wild pokemon here can be found in and around Pines End. Some trainers can probably be found here. Random event (Want to bully the GM? Ask him to make a random encounter for you that isn’t any of the above or below. Quality will vary.)
Immediately after getting back from the mission and the post-mission checkups she always had, Numako found herself in the cafeteria. Why? Well, so she could conveniently not be dragged into something if she was in the offices or somewhere else. Indeed, the Cafeteria was her own little palace. A safe space where she could laze about, eat snacks, and generally just not be bothered. It was also, all things considered, relatively quiet.
Just her, a plethora of snacks, the murmur of a few coworkers as background noise and s l e e p....
"Mngh...?" She couldn't help, but to pull her head up from where it had been buried in her arms as the background noise got louder, and she could pick out a few distinct words. New transfer, huh? Well, she wasn't sleeping now anyways, not with the new noise. Not to mention, the fact that she couldn't pass up the chance to mess with fresh blood, as one might say. She rested her chin on the palm of her hand, the other hand delivering the salty taste of potato chip to her mouth.
Might as well mix things up a bit, heh. Messing with the coffee machine twice in a row was just bad form.
Elvira would feel a cold breath on her neck as one of the nameless spirits would grab the folder that she had been holding, giving it a little yank, and sending it to the floor.
Garden of false recollections? What kinda nerdy ass name was that? Colleen frowned, but didn't say much else. There were no words she could find appropriate to this situation, really even. Only mild annoyance as the sparkling...lights? A swarm of sparkling lights? Rather, small humanoids? It was becoming increasingly clear, they were definitely not in Kansas and more.
"You know what I'm not going to ask questions." Colleen mumbled, sighing as her serpentine hair hissed and threateningly glared at any sparkling light that came close. Collen just contented herself to follow into the house. Eyes forward, taking note of anything useful or maybe dangerous. Flowers, primarily. Cauldron, stairs, fireplace and -
"Gah, the turtle talked!" Colleen pointed a finger at the talking tortoise. "...I shouldn't be surprised any more, eh...OK, OK, Colleen, just think rationally." Her gaze turned towards Ilsa. "Alright, miss 'Substitute witch'" She'd walk over to the reading chair, making herself quite at home as she spoke and turning the chair to face Ilsa. "Thanks for helping us, pretty sure I could've handled it, but thanks. I dunno where this Forest of Lorkay is or what this place of false reflections is or whatever," Colleen crossed her arms. "But I think we should be honest with ya since you helped. Me and greenie aren't from around here. Last thing I remember we were in an accident then woke up in that shrine. Dunno how, or why."
Best she could do, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, they were going to need help or at least some information about where they were before she could do anything.
“Sneasel, Taunt!” It was fast. The Sneasel was fast, to be expected really. Before Luna could get off its glare, the Poison type grinned, closing the distance between it and the Snivvy in a near instant, a smug grin on its mouth as it raised its claws -
“Sneas-!” And shoved her right over, forcing her to faceplant into the ground. Needless to say, the taunt would stop Luna from using any non-offensive moves from three turns. Supposing the taunt remained effective or had its intended effect, but it seemed the Sneasel was content to bully the grass type, effectively rendering Richards' turn here useless.
“How Uncouth! I didn’t get to show off in our battle earlier, Richard, but allow me to do so now. Verdue! Leech seed!”
“Sprrri-!” Sprigatito hopped forward, just as the Sneasel had finished bullying Luna, several seeds being fired from its mouth, impacting the Hisuian Sneasels body, green vines immediately wrapping around it.
“Tch-”
“Ahaha, they got you good with that, Bea. Alright, lets see if we can’t end this fast eh? Pawniard, Fury Cutter, take out that Sprigatito!” The Pawniard dashed forward, its blades growing a off green color. Unable to dodge in time, Verdue took the burnt of the blow as the blade slashed across its body for Super Effective damage.
“Verdue-mngh-You’ll pay for that you cretin!” Thankfully the damage wasn’t excessively bad…yet, but one or two more Fury Cutters and that would be the end of it. The only saving grace, was that Sneasel audibly growled, flinching as the vines sapped its life and Verdue was healed a bit by it. “Richard, I think we should focus on taking out that Sneasel. I can have Munchlax occupy that Pawniard while you take care of it.”
Just as Yuu made his ever so insightful deduction, there was the sound of another machine starting up. Something like an engine, perhaps…and just as Chloe wanted, it did indeed, show itself. It was a forklift. An old machine that had been left behind…the only perhaps, issue was, that it had no one sitting in the driver seat as it turned down the aisles. The rattata dove out of the way, mostly unharmed, save for all of them getting a good scare.
“Ow-ow, hey, watch it some people are trying to sleep, you banshee.” Camphors voice chimed in from the dex. “Eh…oh. Ah. I think I see whats going on. Yep, that Forklift is currently possessed by a Rotom. Actually…mhm…if…I’m correct, its somehow gotten into the wiring for this entire place-oh, yeah no it has. Clarissa's found it. Seems like its primarily in the control room...though to reach it it looks like you'll need to avoid that first and get up stairs.”
The forklift, was indeed, now slowly starting to accelerate towards the group.
Aside from her own words, the only noises in the room was the hum of machinery and mechanical clicks from various buttons and levers occasionally flicking back and forth. Whatever it was, didn’t seem all that interested in her to start with, until she started reaching out with her telepathy.
“Ro-ro-ro-” A distorted laugh buzzed over the warehouses intercom system. A TV screen blinked on, and on it, was a slightly fuzzy and distorted image of a -
“Oh, a Rotom. Well, look at that.” Camphor chimed in as the pokedex lit up. “A friendly pokemon often hanging around urban areas and places where it can cause minor mischief. Looks like this ones somehow managed to get into the wiring and systems here in the old warehouse. They can take control of other appliances to change their combat abilities, if you can find a suitable one. Also, you know, the Rotom Dex is based on these guys. If we could find somewhat to make it come out...”
Clarissa obtained 1500p!
The Rotom’s eyes flicked towards the pokedex, but didn’t seem all too interested in it for the moment, content to stay where it was for now, laughing again in a somewhat taunting seeming fashion.
Find pokemon (Specify if you’re looking for anything in particular or how you look) You can’t leave, now. You probably want to find a way out or the pokemon you came here looking for. Random event (Want to bully the GM? Ask him to make a random encounter for you that isn’t any of the above or below. Quality will vary.)
“I already told you,” Yasu responded gruffly. “I was looking for information on Celebi.” Her gaze shifted to Isla mid sentence before starting to walk. “Like I know, that woman talked in way too many riddles.” Being unfriendly as ever, though this would cause Hatty to hop onto Yasu’s shoulder, and proceed to aggressively poke her cheek with one of its feet. “Hey-you stop that…tch, whatever. I’m heading home. Come with or not, I don’t care any more I’m done hanging around here…” Yasu grabbed Hatty in her arms, the pokemon now pouting as the pair walked off. “Especially if that…Heracross is still around.”
Well, the pair would be free to follow Yasu back to the old temple if they wanted too, though she didn’t seem like she was going to budge on talking about what happened or pursuing this line of questioning further.
You're in a Secluded grove off of route 1. Heading back to route 1 seems to be the only path. Hurry through back to Pines End or Byjerlfal. Train pokemon. (Skip the grind, and we get to the result. Tell me how you train and if you just grind wild mon or some other creative training) Maybe see if the wild pokemon here can be found. Might be some high level or rare pokemon not found in other parts of the forest. Random event (Want to bully the GM? Ask him to make a random encounter for you that isn’t any of the above or below. Quality will vary.)
"Drunk?! I might be a lunatic, but I haven't touched alcohol in years. Sensei would've put me in a chokehold..." Colleen replied, huffing in irritation, following after Ilsa. She was glad this...witch, seemed friendly, but she still had so many questions. Hopefully once they got somewhere relatively safe they could get answers.
At least the forest was pretty, now that the freaky deer thing was gone. The walk let her collect her thoughts a bit more clearly now, too, now that the relief and shock of not being dead or in immediate danger of dying again wasn't present.
"Rita, was it?" She turned to the goblin, voice low enough Ilsa couldn't hear for now. "You don't think we actually died and...we got like, reincarnated or something do you? I was never one to believe in my Masters Bhuddist beliefs but..." What's the phrase? When you rule out everything else, the impossible becomes likely? And the situation was getting less and less easily explainable and the thoight had popped into her head for some reason. "Mngh...well, whatever. I guess it don't matter are we there yet miss substitute witch-"
Just as the words left her mouth, the cottage came into view. Honestly, it wa an idyllic looking little slice of the forest, like it came right out of some fantasy painting.
"...huh. I was expecting something more Hansel and Gretel."
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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>