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The Fated World Defiance

"S-spend a very long time together..." Allereun sputtered out, his face coloring at the implications. But no. She probably didn't mean it that way. Or it was a honey trap. That could be it too. God above, he needed to get his shit together. Shaking his head slightly, he followed after the petite girl, wondering what exactly the couple of merchants and artisans still in the town thought of all this. Despite her own cloaked figure, the girl's buxom chest clearly stood out, as well as the fact that she was leading him around.

Hopefully no unsavory rumors popped up due to this.

"So, uh...why are we out here, when the thing you're showing me is happening at night? I mean, we coulda just stayed indoors for longer, right, Miss A?"

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Firestarting was half skill and half prayer, and this time, at least, Ash’s prayers were answered. Sparking her tinder, the hunter’s fire soon bloomed hot, the dry grass devoured by hungry flames. There wasn’t much that could be considered substantial fuel, only more grass ripped out by the roots though, and the hunter found herself constantly scrambling for more. Upon her machete blade, fats and oils sizzled, while the white-ish meat of the toad itself seared quickly. It definitely wasn’t looking like anything that was going to be appetizing, but for those who hadn’t been able to afford meat, for those who had practically subsisted off soup for the last week, anything of substance was going to stimulate their appetite.

Under the guise of checking for poison, Matteo went for the first bite as Ash continued to scramble about for more dry grass. The rashes on his hands made the experience of picking up hot, freshly ‘cooked’ food off a heated blade much more unpleasant than it already was, but after the thief popped the first cut of meat into his mouth, he simply couldn’t resist going for the next. It tasted like chicken. Bland, unappetizing, unseasoned chicken that wasn’t even cooked in a way that made it tender. It was chewy, tough, and smoky. If he had tasted literally anything else with texture in the last week, Matteo probably wouldn’t be so eager in eating more.

But it was meat. It was protein. And it was glorious.

...

Some water to wash down the dried meat would be great right now.

Re: Life/ A Videogame Isekai

Reincarnated into a New World Alongside My Terminal Illness.

Doubt we'd have people dying of old age though. Max age limit is 35 after all.

Re: Life/ A Videogame Isekai

You're basically right.

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

“Beacon?” Amaryllis blinked. It wasn’t as surprising as she had thought, really. Considering her past clashes with the Beacon Buddies, as well as how opaque the organization was to begin with, it wasn’t too great of a stretch to consider that some faction of Beacon was involved. Heck, it was even pretty damning that the Maiden of Mystic Darkness hadn’t been apprehended successfully by Beacon, despite the fact that she was clearly an agent of Horror and clearly at fault for the Penrose Stadium incident. But ‘Beacon is the greatest evil’ was also something of a meme in the magical world…

She wouldn’t dismiss Sammy’s theory, but she wouldn’t trust in it completely either. The namedrop of ‘Binky’ was something more worth pursuing, after all. A magical overlord of the evil kind? Amaryllis leaned forward, her ample bosom spilling over the top of the table as she sipped contemplatively on her iced water. Regardless, it was going to be a whole lot of talking. Slipping a hand into her bag, she extracted her smartphone and sent a quick ping to Rina, a slightly silly smile on her lips.

Allegedly, a magical being by the name of Binky has been experimenting on magical girls, and is under the protection of Beacon. Might be worth looking into.

Her tone was officious, only a ‘Dear Rina’ and ‘Sincerely Amaryllis’ separating it from a written letter, but Amaryllis still hadn’t moved up to the level of ‘texting buddies’ with her fellow ally of justice yet, and even this amount of friendly communication was rather novel for the sword wielder. She couldn’t linger though, not when a new person (seriously, who the hell even was Cindy Ford?) was declaring their sovereignty over the city. Arching a brow at Sammy, Amaryllis stood up as well, her stance prepared for her words awkward as always. “Um, you don’t th- wait, I mean to say that I’m going…to be comi- huh? Lotus? …d-do I kn-” At that point, Sammy had already shot off, and Amaryllis let out a self-deprecating sigh. “Yeesh, we’re going to be going to the same place anyways…”

Without a pause, she also ran out the door.

Then she returned, because dining and dashing wasn’t ok.

Only for the waitress to point out that her bill was already cleared because “Manager said it was on the house”.

So she ran out again, and by then, Sammy’s small frame had already melted into the crowds of much taller people.

Amaryllis sighed, striking, in that instant, the silhouette of a forlorn beauty in a bittersweet romance, the very picture of regretful despondence.

And, with that same sort of despondence, she spoke the only magic words in the world that would allow her to become someone brighter.

"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘..."
@BrokenPromise@Rune_Alchemist

Re: Life/ A Videogame Isekai

You could come up with a formula on Google Sheets and then share it with the rest of us. That'd allow us to plug in our own stats and get answers from there.

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

“It’s not a Shard that I need, but thanks anyways.”

Strapping herself in like a responsible driver, Anne put on a pair of white gloves, shifted the car to D, and zoomed off, obeying all traffic laws like the most lawful good motorist on the planet. Though magical girls were naturally incapable of being observed by other human beings, that same ‘invisibility’ was toggled off for the vehicles she generated. High competence in driving skill, under normal circumstances, meant that she had to go with the flow of traffic rather than dodge cars like a Fast and Furious movie, after all, and for that to be done, other drivers had to be aware of her Roll Royce’s existence. As roads got more populated, eyes were certainly drawn to the luxurious vehicle as it road smoothly up and down slopes, glimpses of a beautiful girl in a maid uniform caught behind the windshield.

Anne’s focus, though, was upon the magical atmosphere instead. Relying on her Competence to subconsciously move her body had become second nature for the Magical Maid, leaving her mind to stretch out beyond the road that she operated on. Vices in abandoned areas were elusive and could prey upon human beings without retaliation, but Vices in populated areas grew up faster, their life cycles accelerated by the density of a society. And, lo and behold, as the Rolls Royce rolled into the downtown area of Kaigo City, with its high rises and its overworked salarymen, Anne spotted the blooming of another beast easily enough. Thirty-two stories above, upon the rooftop of Westbanks Tower, an aberration of magical signature could be felt, throbbing like a tell-tale heart.

Blue eyes flickered towards the sidewalk. No parking. Blasted downtown streets. Turning to Bulwark, Anne offered a half-smile before unlocking the doors.

“Make it flashy.”
@Epsir

Neo Sorairo

As Fiore got held up by well-meaning but misinformed strangers, a voice called out behind them, deep, rumbling, and slightly echo-y. As they turned, they would be greeted with the sight of a 6’8 biotechnical humanoid-tiger with glowing red eyes and a permanently-ferocious expression carved upon its shining face. Six saber-lengthed claws extended from its gunmetal black paws, and it peered down at the group of people. “Heyo Fiore,” went the monster of the show, “If you don’t line up fast, you’ll be waiting for a while before you get Akira’s autograph, you know? Same to the rest of you. See you there!”

With that, the costumed villain scampered off again, skirting the edge of the line-up of kids, parents, and middle-aged guys to reach the stage again. Rather than a handshake event or anything like that, the event staff had arranged a photo op instead, where fans were allowed to pose for photos with the actors. In this case, it was largely just going to be Hoshi Akira though, being the only person in the two-man show with the star power to go without his costume, after all. From the backdrop, Tian-Gui did his own part as well, being sure to ham it up for the kids that kick him in the shin. Thank god for shin guards, huh? Other times, Tian-Gui and Akira flashed v-signs together with a fan inbetween, and still more times, Tian-Gui stayed out of the picture altogether, because of course people would prefer Psyman over Vel-Tor any day of the week.

But work was work, and it was nice to see familiar faces. Tasuke from the croquette shop, Rin from the daycare center, Kenji and his friends from cram school, and, unsurprisingly, Mavis.

“Yo ho,” Tian-Gui waved as his classmate approached, “Enjoyed the show, Mavis?”
@OliveYou@KoL

Re: Life/ A Videogame Isekai

Are you going to be coming up with a dice system for this as well then? Cause this sounding pretty mechanics/systems heavy right now.

Re: Life/ A Videogame Isekai

I'll fill in the Smartphone section after I get my stats.

The Rising of the Hormonal Teenager

Kasane Katsuo

_{Male | 16 y/o}

Personality

Katsuo, like most horny guys going through puberty, wants a girlfriend. Preferably, she’d be hot as hell and hyper kinky too, because really, like most of his kind, he doesn’t really want a girlfriend. He just wants to get laid. Unfortunately, Katsuo is also someone who veers on the stupid side of the spectrum, an impulsive, emotionally immature brat who doesn’t use his brain for much thinking at all. He will believe the words of someone he trusts over the facts of the matter, and he will bend over backwards to help people who appeal to him emotionally, regardless of how deserving of aid they actually are. Kinder people may think of him as a good-hearted idiot, but that doesn’t change the fact that Katsuo is indeed an idiot, easily manipulated and taken advantage of, especially by the fairer sex, because goddamn, the kid has terrible taste in his romantic interests.

Well, at least he’s not an incel. And hey, surely something good will come out of his impulsive law-breaking one day?

Biography

Katsuo was 11 years old when he realized that he wanted a girlfriend. It wasn’t like his family was particularly twisted, or that he had stumbled across anything like a porn mag back then that caused a premature sexual awakening. He was simply walking back home from school when he saw a teenage couple (not all that good-looking, really) steal kisses on a park bench, and wondered what that felt like. And once that curiosity was lit, Katsuo began to seek it in other sources too. While other kids read manga for the glorious, hot-blooded conflict, he got into the romantic subplots, no matter how bad or drawn-out they were. While other kids hit up the game store to play demos of the latest Smash, he’d find himself in the visual novel aisle, reading the back covers of sappy or bittersweet dating sims. While other kids ran away from girls due to cooties and other dangerous, transmitted diseases, he…also ran the hell away from girls, because he couldn’t deal with them at all.

By middle school, Katsuo decided to make his move, not by actually making friends with any girls, or joining a club with mixed genders, or anything like that. No, like the inexperienced idiot he was, he decided to take all the points that made male protagonists in fiction ‘popular’ and decided to emulate them. He worked out and took martial arts lessons, in preparation for the day he’d stumble across hooligans harassing a cute girl. He joined his school’s basketball club, even if he was always a second-stringer. He studied hard, because maybe, one day, his reputation for intelligence would mean some cute girls would ask him to help them study. He even went to school purposefully late, hoping for a chance encounter with a girl with toast in her mouth. Reality wasn’t so kind though. His town was a safe town, so hooligans just did their hooligan-ing without anything extra. He had some skill with basketball, but the fact that he wasn’t the best meant that the ace of the club stole all the attention anyways. He studied hard, but that made him appear unapproachable instead. And, of course, the only thing he got for running to school late was a bad attendance record.

Katsuo stayed optimistic though. How could he not? After all, high school was where all the sweet romances began, right? With plans on joining a cultural club (preferably one with a small membership that included a cute girl who was passionate about said club), he headed to the next stage in life with sex on his mind…and promptly got run over by a truck after leaping out into traffic in an attempt to save a little kid who was crossing the road.

He never knew whether or not the kid made it out.

He wished he did.

Regrets

Dying a virgin sucks. If he could have tapped dat ass before his life expired, Katsuo might not have felt all that bad about dying the way he did.

Adventurer Info

Level: 1
Health: 125/125
Mana: 58/58

Stats:

Strength: 10
Constitution: 12
Agility: 12
Speed: 12
Intellect: 5
Discipline: 9

Talents:

Bard: Rank Novice - Lvl 1
Unarmed Combat: Rank Novice - Lvl 1
Charmer: Rank Novice - Lvl 1