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1 yr ago
Current @SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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1 yr ago
Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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3 yrs ago
Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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3 yrs ago
So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
3 yrs ago
Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.

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@PaulHaynek,@13org(FYR)
FF5353

Magnus had a smile on his face as Freyr donated some of their coinage to the old woman's charity...and then felt a little bad that he didn't even think to do that, far too worried about the old nun's safety rather than the work she was doing. His whisper to not worry only made Magnus smile wider, and once Freyr looked to him for help, the Minotaur cleared his throat, doing his best to not seem intimidating to the poor old nun. "W-Well Ma'am...we were heard you were considering making a pilgrimage to Varjo. We...w-well, we don't think you should go." he said, trying his best to sound understanding, but firm.

"...Why do you need to go to Varjo anyways, Ma'am? I-If you don't mind me asking, that is." the minotaur said, crouching to be on eye level with the elderly woman. "Its full of bandits a-and...just...bad people looking to do bad things to good people. I've seen what the military does to people they don't like..." he said, noticeably looking a little scared, his mind unable to not imagine this poor old lady suffering some kind of horrible abuse by bandits or soldiers...or even wild animals. It clearly wasn't making him happy to talk about Varjo.




@PaulHaynek
A9A9A9

A small smile formed on Nephele's face as he admitted her dragonhood, a smile that was quickly turned into a frown as she heard Ian proclaim that they might be able to dig about in the muck of the river beneath the bridge, in the hopes of finding treasure. He proclaimed to have watched "Shows" with similar events, but she simply thought that meant plays. She'd read about a few theatrical presentations...and even participated in one just a few nights ago, but she had to wonder if everything was alright in Ian's head. Sighing as she followed her armored companion into the river, the dragoness gently picked up the hem of her skirt to walk into the water, not even getting a foot in before she heard heavy breathing, trying to reach out for Ian before he was snatched up by the gargantuan monstrosity that had been slumbering beneath the ruined bridge.

Staring up at it, Nephele felt a sense of inexplicable dread as she gazed at it. Not from fear, but rather an innate lack of...understanding. Monsters were easy enough to understand, given the presence of demonic energy within them, but this...thing. This monstrous creature was neither monster or man, yet exuded the same type of sentience that a man had. She had read in an old dusty book that there was once a process by which dark sorcerers created Flesh Golems to do their bidding but...

Shaking her head, she uncurled her fingers and let her claws cast a glint of light off of them, before she began climbing the side of the bridge with incredible speed, figuring the villagers wouldn't mind the claw marks as much as the giant monster. Now at something of a vantage point, Nephele began scanning for a weak point in its shoulder armor before diving from above, her mouth exuding a thick stream of white fog as she descended. Her claws sunk into the flush of the monster, shredding the muscle beneath before she started descending the arm, keeping an eye on the free hanging arm as she attempted to free Ian. "Hang on! I'll get you free and draw its attention!" she said, now starting to completely enshroud the area in her fog.
Will have a post up shortly.
@PaulHaynek @The Irish Tree

Sorry for the delay. College stuff (and a particularly annoying teacher who seems to dislike me... a lot... and is doing everything he can to make me fail his next test T_T)

I'll have my post done tomorrow! Promise!


S'all good man. I understand that situation perfectly. Education is insanely important, and I hope that you stick it to that shithead professor and pass his test with flying colors, then shove a perfectly rounded turd down his throat to wash out the taste of "WRONG ASS BITCH" in his mouth.



You have already received my support.

Auriola

@AdmrlStalfos19 @Demon Shinobi

"It seems to be a trend going on; Famous historical figures suddenly being found to be women. We can assume Ixveria's information was based on interpreted history...or maybe this little thing before us is just something he made on his deathbed." Auriola said, before she relized that they'd been spotted.

The tiny observer in Auriola's image was delighted as the tiny suit of armor chased after her, giggling slightly before it stopped, flinging itself into a hug. Regardless of whether it was impaled by a sword or not, the doll would suddenly glow brightly. "Bye-Bye!" it sung in Auriola's voice before detonating, the force of the blast completely destroying the armored thing before her, the doll left as nothing but a pile of ash. Feeling her connection sever, Auriola recalled all her dolls in an instant, before returning to her Zero Drive.

"Hakuryu. Do not worry about us. Right now, we are in need of someone to stop whatever it is that Prelati is doing." she said, before she held her right arm out, the mass turning into a gargantuan sword once more, before a bubbly air overtook Auriola's disposition. "Don't worry Demi! Chastity-chan's got your back!" she almost sang, swinging her sword hard against the stomach of one of the knight armors, completely cleaving it in two as if it were made of paper. Dancing gracefully through the battlefield, her sword aim could use a bit of work, given that a few of Dimitri's bats would find themselves almost split in two as well. Hakuryu might find it safer to go after Prelati than to stick close to Chastity at this rate...

Regardless, she'd cover Dimitri to the best of her abilities. And cover the ground in scraps of metal. And almost collapse the building from all the collateral damage.
Posted an update since I'm going to be out for the next few days and I don't want a too long delay.


I...why am I always so late?


@PaulHaynek,[@13org(FYR)
FF5353

A displeased frown set on Magnus' face, the red horned minotaur turning after he heard both suggestions from the blonde-Neil-look-alike. "...Its obvious which one we're going to do. We're going to get her a bodyguard- A-A whole bunch even! We'll protect her if we have to." he said, clenching his fist as he looked to Freyr, the bag of gold in his hand as he nodded to him. "...Whether we help her ourselves, hire someone, or talk her down, we have to hurry to Ambran anyways. S-She might leave before we get a chance. Let's get going as soon as possible."

Magnus...clearly didn't care much for that joke from their "client". Honestly...what self-respecting warrior robbed old ladies? Besides...if he wanted his son to grow up to be like them, why would he encourage them to rob her, as if that was just as valid an option as helping her out? It didn't make sense, and Magnus definitely didn't like it. Shaking his head, he once again looked to Freyr, saying: "I'm ready to go whenever." as a sign that he'd wait for Freyr to take the lead in proceeding to Ambran. Thinking on it, Magnus wondered why the man always seemed to give the reward in full and in advance...normally, the standard would be about a quarter or a half of the actual reward, but the heft of the gold made him doubt that it was anything but all of it. And...if they came back...would he disappear again? And would the dwarves also say that no such man had come by. Wracking his brain as he held his face in his palm, he genuinely wondered if this wasn't just some illusion...but Freyr saw him too.

Fed up with thinking, Magnus simply shook his head side to side, his massive locks of hair whipping around his head as he did so. "Its all so weird Freyr..."





@PaulHaynek
A9A9A9

Nephele had nodded at Ian's question of her being a dragon...boy what a mistake that was. Launching into a rather narrow-minded long winded explanation of what HE thought dragons could only be ticked her off a bit, evidenced by her picking up the pace as he yammered on. Interrupting him with a clawed finger placed over where his mouth would be relative to the helmet, the barest tip of her claw visible through his visor. "While you are necessarily correct, the fact of the matter of my species, being Caverna Draco is not of a personal designation, but rather one set by mankind. In the bygone years of civilization, Cave Dragons, Caverna Draco, were known for being massive reptilian beings that breathed poisonous smoke that killed a man in seconds, resulting in the sulfurous smell of our breath being associated with fire, ergo dragons. However, it is not entirely thought that we are 100% dissociated from our regular Draconic brethren, as the Wurm types of dragons were often thought to be a missing link to the cave dwelling dragons, the sky faring ones, and the wyvernian ones. Also, due to the nature of my wings being vestigial, it is not accurate to classify me as a Wyvern, as a typical Wyvern has the entirety of their forearm being the wing, whereas mine are smaller, and bound to my forearm and not extending further past my shoulder."

Taking maybe half a second to inhale, Nephele launched into her own massive tirade once again, maybe feeling that Ian would realize now that blurting out whatever first came to mind was a bad idea. "In addition, Cave Dragons have also been noted to be similar in behavior to the normal Draconic race, typically in their habits of collection and boastfulness, often exacting revenge upon people who wrong them, resulting in many tales of Cave Dragons kidnapping princesses being instead replaced with the more popularized Normal Dragon." Finishing her statement, Nephele took in a deep breath, before her cheeks turned a smidge red. "...M-My sincerest apologies...I didn't mean to talk so much on this... she said, clutching her hands at her stomach and squeezing them together. She was absolutely embarrassed by her...rather esoteric and nonsensical outburst. "...I just...my apologies, sir Ian. Shall we continue?" he requested, looking down more than she had before, appalled at her own lack of composure.

Just as a heads up, finals are winding down, so I likely won't be able to post until next week once they conclude. If I do post, it likely won't be big.

wow I really make a lot of excuses huh
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