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Wewt! New RWBY is up.
Aww boo, had to ruin Asmodeus' fun.
He wanted to play with Ashil.
He wanted to play with Ashil.
Guess Who said
It wasn't the fact that there was gay sex, it was the fact that even though my character wasn't gay all of the male characters seemed to hit on him and the only dialogue options were to insult them for their sexual preference or do it with them. That was the biggest problem I had with the game. There were others, like the constant spamming of enemies and the overused background textures, but the romances was what bugged me most.
That does sound annoying. WHEN ROMANCE IN GAMES IS DONE SO HORRIBLY WRONG.
"Uh-oh, incoming trouble Andy-boy. Brace yourself."
Blinking, Andrew looked up from his book just in time to see Ashil approaching. He couldn't believe it. Was he coming straight at him? Why was he coming back here? He had a perfectly good seat all to himself already! As Ashil came closer and closer, Andrew's mouth hung agape from his astonishment, eyes wide. His glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he stared, his face grew more and more red from his anxiety and nervousness. A deep sense of dread growing from the pit of his stomach as Ashil then sat down right next to him, coming between him and Mai after shooting her an ugly look.
Sweating bullets, Andrew focused on his book and refused to look at Ashil. He was way too close for Andrew's comfort. Within his 'personal bubble' if you would. His 'bubble' extended outward to anyone within a few meters of him, considering. He nearly yelped when Ashil opened his mouth to speak to him, almost jumping in his seat.
"And here I thought the maid was the most pitiable person here," Ashil jeered.
"Excuse me? Who are you to talk, Fruit Cake?" Asmodeus quickly grew annoyed.
"Look at you, you look petrified." Ashil finished.
"Andy-boy, are you going to let him speak to you like that?.." Asmodeus seethed.
As Ashil had leaned even closer to Andrew as he spoke, invading his 'bubble' even more, he couldn't bring himself to summon an ounce of courage to speak back to him. Instead, he sat in manic silence, trembling and shaking. Still staring at the words in his book.
"Andrew! By the fires of Hell, I refuse to let him speak to you like that! Say something!"
"I-I-I-I c-c-c-an't..."
"Then let me handle this."
"N-no, d-don't!" Andrew pleaded, weakly.
"Too late, it's my turn kiddo."
Asmodeus took advantage of his growing anger and Andrew's feeble state to assume control over his body. Andrew suddenly growing still, a ring of black diamonds encircled his left eye. With an audible sigh, Asmodeus as Andrew slowly closed his book and placed it neatly on his lap. Turning to face Ashil, he gave him a sly smile. Leaning in close enough to Ashil that their noses practically touched, Asmodeus voice came as frighteningly deep yet smooth, strong and masculine in its timbre.
"The good Maiden aside..." pausing, he leaned ever so slightly to the side to cast Mai a wink and flashed her a fox-like smile.
Turning back to Ashil and looking him in the eyes he continued, "I wouldn't be going 'round saying who you think is the most pitiable person on this bus is..."
His white smile grew wider, "Because honestly I find those who are failures at their jobs to be most pitiable, wouldn't you?"
Chuckling, he reached up and stroked a length of Ashil's hair with two fingers. "Keeping up appearances is all fine and dandy, but come talk to me when you can walk the walk too.."
Lowering his hands so that they both rested on the book in his lap, he gently patted its cover, "Now, if you don't mind. I'd appreciate it if you would allow me to continue reading my book. Hm?" he tilted his head slightly and raised a curious eyebrow at Ashil as he continued to smile ever so sweetly in his face.
A warm, yet sickeningly sweet Aura began to ooze forth from Asmodeus' body. Tickling Ashil's nose and reaching into him, daring him to be pulled in closer by Asmodeus.
Blinking, Andrew looked up from his book just in time to see Ashil approaching. He couldn't believe it. Was he coming straight at him? Why was he coming back here? He had a perfectly good seat all to himself already! As Ashil came closer and closer, Andrew's mouth hung agape from his astonishment, eyes wide. His glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he stared, his face grew more and more red from his anxiety and nervousness. A deep sense of dread growing from the pit of his stomach as Ashil then sat down right next to him, coming between him and Mai after shooting her an ugly look.
Sweating bullets, Andrew focused on his book and refused to look at Ashil. He was way too close for Andrew's comfort. Within his 'personal bubble' if you would. His 'bubble' extended outward to anyone within a few meters of him, considering. He nearly yelped when Ashil opened his mouth to speak to him, almost jumping in his seat.
"And here I thought the maid was the most pitiable person here," Ashil jeered.
"Excuse me? Who are you to talk, Fruit Cake?" Asmodeus quickly grew annoyed.
"Look at you, you look petrified." Ashil finished.
"Andy-boy, are you going to let him speak to you like that?.." Asmodeus seethed.
As Ashil had leaned even closer to Andrew as he spoke, invading his 'bubble' even more, he couldn't bring himself to summon an ounce of courage to speak back to him. Instead, he sat in manic silence, trembling and shaking. Still staring at the words in his book.
"Andrew! By the fires of Hell, I refuse to let him speak to you like that! Say something!"
"I-I-I-I c-c-c-an't..."
"Then let me handle this."
"N-no, d-don't!" Andrew pleaded, weakly.
"Too late, it's my turn kiddo."
Asmodeus took advantage of his growing anger and Andrew's feeble state to assume control over his body. Andrew suddenly growing still, a ring of black diamonds encircled his left eye. With an audible sigh, Asmodeus as Andrew slowly closed his book and placed it neatly on his lap. Turning to face Ashil, he gave him a sly smile. Leaning in close enough to Ashil that their noses practically touched, Asmodeus voice came as frighteningly deep yet smooth, strong and masculine in its timbre.
"The good Maiden aside..." pausing, he leaned ever so slightly to the side to cast Mai a wink and flashed her a fox-like smile.
Turning back to Ashil and looking him in the eyes he continued, "I wouldn't be going 'round saying who you think is the most pitiable person on this bus is..."
His white smile grew wider, "Because honestly I find those who are failures at their jobs to be most pitiable, wouldn't you?"
Chuckling, he reached up and stroked a length of Ashil's hair with two fingers. "Keeping up appearances is all fine and dandy, but come talk to me when you can walk the walk too.."
Lowering his hands so that they both rested on the book in his lap, he gently patted its cover, "Now, if you don't mind. I'd appreciate it if you would allow me to continue reading my book. Hm?" he tilted his head slightly and raised a curious eyebrow at Ashil as he continued to smile ever so sweetly in his face.
A warm, yet sickeningly sweet Aura began to ooze forth from Asmodeus' body. Tickling Ashil's nose and reaching into him, daring him to be pulled in closer by Asmodeus.
I honestly don't care about all those sexual preferences. As long as the game plays well and is fun.
Guess Who said
Look at my avatar. I think that answers your question.
I heard it's got insane character creation.
Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel for sure. Can't wait to play the hell out of that game. I called dibs on Nisha the Lawbringer. Wifey's claimed Athena because Captain 'Murica reasons.
Though Claptrap and Wilheim both look cool too.
Though Claptrap and Wilheim both look cool too.
I've posted and set a few things up for other people to interact with Andrew.
When his name was called, Andrew could offer no response. Instead choosing to hide behind his book and remain silent. Pretending to continue reading, not having heard Mai.
"Well, that was rather rude of you Andy-boy. You should've said something."
"I...y-...you know how sh-shy I a-am...I c-couldn't..."
"Honestly, what am I to do with you?" Asmodeus sighed.
"Well, at least we know the names of the other passengers."
That was true, Andrew agreed, going over the names that were called and committing their faces to memory. As he did so Mai, the shrine maiden who took role call, returned to her seat opposite of him. Gulping, he hoped that she wouldn't try to speak with him. Asmodeus already took a liking to her, so there was no telling what he would do if he overpowered Andrew's will and took control of his body. Sighing, he was also rather curious as to the small number of students. Surely there would be more students? There were plenty of gods, deities and demons of all kinds of all religious backgrounds in the world. Exactly how big was the school they were attending?
As they moved along in the bus, Andrew just kept his thoughts and questions to himself as he returned to his book. Occasionally, he looked up to see what the others were doing. Taiyo and Evera were chatting it up, getting to know each other. Phobetor busied himself with creating a sort of morbid shadow play. A little jealous, he did sort of wish he had the courage to easily talk with others. Or at least cool powers and abilities like some of the other deities. But no, all he had was a mean little voice in his head that tormented him.
"Excuse you? I resent that, Andy-boy." Asmodeus chimed in
"O-oh! I'm ss-sorry! I...didn't m-mean that" Andrew said, a little surprised
"Uh-huh, sure. We both know that if only you accepted me a little more, I could use more of my 'cool' powers"
"...s-...sorry..."
Flustered, Andrew resigned to reading his book in silence as the bus continued to move. It didn't take long until the motion of the bus started to make him feel a bit drowsy. Yawning, Andrew covered his mouth and struggled to keep his eyes open. His head starting to bob as he fought off sleep.
"Careful, Andy-boy. That Dream Eater might try something funny if you doze off. In my current state, I don't think I could fend him off either.." Asmodeus warned.
Adjusting his glasses, Andrew sat up straighter and took a deep breath to try and keep himself awake. If only he had a better way to occupy his time, he wouldn't have to worry about falling asleep on the bus. Reading relaxed him too much and the warm rays of sunlight beating down on him didn't make things any easier. His green eyes looking more and more heavy as the bus continued its journey.
"Well, that was rather rude of you Andy-boy. You should've said something."
"I...y-...you know how sh-shy I a-am...I c-couldn't..."
"Honestly, what am I to do with you?" Asmodeus sighed.
"Well, at least we know the names of the other passengers."
That was true, Andrew agreed, going over the names that were called and committing their faces to memory. As he did so Mai, the shrine maiden who took role call, returned to her seat opposite of him. Gulping, he hoped that she wouldn't try to speak with him. Asmodeus already took a liking to her, so there was no telling what he would do if he overpowered Andrew's will and took control of his body. Sighing, he was also rather curious as to the small number of students. Surely there would be more students? There were plenty of gods, deities and demons of all kinds of all religious backgrounds in the world. Exactly how big was the school they were attending?
As they moved along in the bus, Andrew just kept his thoughts and questions to himself as he returned to his book. Occasionally, he looked up to see what the others were doing. Taiyo and Evera were chatting it up, getting to know each other. Phobetor busied himself with creating a sort of morbid shadow play. A little jealous, he did sort of wish he had the courage to easily talk with others. Or at least cool powers and abilities like some of the other deities. But no, all he had was a mean little voice in his head that tormented him.
"Excuse you? I resent that, Andy-boy." Asmodeus chimed in
"O-oh! I'm ss-sorry! I...didn't m-mean that" Andrew said, a little surprised
"Uh-huh, sure. We both know that if only you accepted me a little more, I could use more of my 'cool' powers"
"...s-...sorry..."
Flustered, Andrew resigned to reading his book in silence as the bus continued to move. It didn't take long until the motion of the bus started to make him feel a bit drowsy. Yawning, Andrew covered his mouth and struggled to keep his eyes open. His head starting to bob as he fought off sleep.
"Careful, Andy-boy. That Dream Eater might try something funny if you doze off. In my current state, I don't think I could fend him off either.." Asmodeus warned.
Adjusting his glasses, Andrew sat up straighter and took a deep breath to try and keep himself awake. If only he had a better way to occupy his time, he wouldn't have to worry about falling asleep on the bus. Reading relaxed him too much and the warm rays of sunlight beating down on him didn't make things any easier. His green eyes looking more and more heavy as the bus continued its journey.
Strength draining from his body, Kuhaku could no longer stand and crumpled to the ground. Gren arrived just in time to catch him as he fell, Miss Belle at his side seconds later. Breath coming labored and ragged, his lungs struggled to properly feed his body oxygen. His skin grew colder and paler as he was covered in a thin layer of his greasy sweat. His senses began to abandon and betray him, rolling through the process of punishment in rapid succession. His teammates and the people around him were saying things, he could understand that much for now.
But soon their muffled voices were completely deafened by a persistent ringing, blocking out all sound with its high-pitched tone. His vision went next, shapes and colors mixing and blurring until they were replaced by complete darkness. His eyes rolling back into his head. Last was the worst of all, the waves of near-unbearable pain. Pressure building within his head, it felt as though his head were in a vice with someone slowly cranking it attempting to crush his skull and spill its contents onto the ground. Powerful jolts of pain shot down his spine and spread throughout his body, causing him to curl up into a tight ball of miserable suffering.
Shaking violently, he made a horrid choking noise as he clenched his jaw tightly. Grinding his teeth loudly against each other. A white foam began to build at the corner of his mouth. He then closed his eyes tightly as his body seized up from pain equivalent to being tortured to death by electrocution. Like a gunshot, an particularly powerful wave of pain rattled through his body and acted like an 'Off' switch. His mind and body no longer able to tolerate the episode, he shut down. Instantly, he grew silent as his body slowly relaxed and became completely limp in Gren's arms. On the edge of consciousness, sorrowful tears streamed from his eyes.
Voice weak and small, he pathetically mewled out a few last words, "Please...don't...let me...forget...them..."
Begging to no one in particular.
He lost his grip on reality and consciousness, blacking out.
But soon their muffled voices were completely deafened by a persistent ringing, blocking out all sound with its high-pitched tone. His vision went next, shapes and colors mixing and blurring until they were replaced by complete darkness. His eyes rolling back into his head. Last was the worst of all, the waves of near-unbearable pain. Pressure building within his head, it felt as though his head were in a vice with someone slowly cranking it attempting to crush his skull and spill its contents onto the ground. Powerful jolts of pain shot down his spine and spread throughout his body, causing him to curl up into a tight ball of miserable suffering.
Shaking violently, he made a horrid choking noise as he clenched his jaw tightly. Grinding his teeth loudly against each other. A white foam began to build at the corner of his mouth. He then closed his eyes tightly as his body seized up from pain equivalent to being tortured to death by electrocution. Like a gunshot, an particularly powerful wave of pain rattled through his body and acted like an 'Off' switch. His mind and body no longer able to tolerate the episode, he shut down. Instantly, he grew silent as his body slowly relaxed and became completely limp in Gren's arms. On the edge of consciousness, sorrowful tears streamed from his eyes.
Voice weak and small, he pathetically mewled out a few last words, "Please...don't...let me...forget...them..."
Begging to no one in particular.
He lost his grip on reality and consciousness, blacking out.
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