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1 yr ago
I need to remember to get a new SSD for wilds and other stuff. NGL I'm hating the era of new games hitting +100 GB. Regardless, I'm glad that MH has blown up and no longer niche
2 yrs ago
Genshin being allergic to melanin amuses me greatly
2 yrs ago
It's gonna be gas. Can't wait to see what sort nonsense you can pull of in focus mode with the funlance and hunting horn. Also, looking forward to new monsters to skin and wear as hats.
2 yrs ago
The zaza got me talkin’ like Pingu
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2 yrs ago
Shoutouts to the degenerates that love hand-holding
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Just some rando. I'm 20+ so no worries about rping with a kid.

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needs more skulls
AYY LMAOOO

{TL note: I am pleased with this game pitch, and would like to join and mine gold}
Although his concentration was focused on one thing only he wasn't foolish enough to let himself become unaware of things happening around him. He'd occasionally gaze around to see if anything of note was happening. He caught Urick and Gippal giving him the stink eye. He couldn't tell why nor did he particular care. His guess being that perhaps it was some feelings of insecurity. A feeling that seemed to have subtly confirmed itself the moment Urick began to whittle himself. Still he gave them both a friendly wave and continued on his work. His pace changing as he focused on carving in details and textures.

Hours later he would remain in the same old spot into the evening. While the peaceful monotony of the unchanging landscape made it seem safe. One could never be sure and as such it wouldn't hurt to remain vigilante. He didn't mind the solace or being exposed to the elements. His only company for the time would be a ball of light to allow him to continue into the night. That is until some girl came out on deck to gawk at scenery. It seemed like things would continue to be ho-hum until there was a violent rocking of the boat and cries of "FIENDS!" filled the air with sailors mobilizing to attack the beasties.

There was a look of disappointment on his face that if seen amidst the darkness was readily obvious. He let out a discontented sigh as he watched three people already engaged the fighting. It was all just such a damn shame. A damn that it was a fiend and not some naturally occurring creature of the deep as Kahl was craving calamari! Walking at a deliberate pace he made his way to the sprawling mass of tentacles, spite, and more tentacles. Spotting its great big beady eye shimmering in the moonlight he hurled a half unfinished art figure pointy end forward to it. Where upon contact a magically charged explosion causing wooden shrapnel to embed itself.

And done.

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Kahl just sat in the back of the ship zoning out as he obsessively focused his attentions to the art of whittling to preemptively kill time during the period that would be spent on the sea. He momentarily stopped his woodworking as he responded to this one guy asking his motivations. "He's a wanted man. With each passing day and action he commits his value goes up. You take of your vendetta with him and I keep and bring back his head." He responded nonchalantly almost to the point of being cavalier about it.

He then returned to his woodworking as he deftly wielded the tiny blade. A blizzard of wooden flakes and chunks fell around his general area as the featureless chunk of wood became decorated and shaped into something. He absentmindedly mumbled to no one in particular to call on him when needed. But other than his mind was focused on the blade and wood and all intermediaries that this mental venn diagram would hold.
"Well see you there." Kahl said the kid as he disappeared into the swirling crowd of passerbys. He then walked to the hotel to get his stuff since he figured he wouldn't be on this island for a good while. Plus not like he'd have the cash to pay or rep to have some sort of tab. His luck was far from good as there were simply too many people in town clogging the streets which made going to and from the hotel simply a nuisance. At the rate he was going several hours passed until he made it to the docks.

He would then be lose more time shuffling around the docks area as tried to find the boat. Moments later he'd find that man and several others standing around the boat. Looks like they were talking or something. In his rushed state of mind he merely boarded and sat down his rucksack and told them he was ready.
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"I was there at the stadium when the attack happened. As I made my way to where the bulk of the action was happening, I spotted you and another man fighting. And judging on the facts that not only did you yell at him and called him by his name as well as him trying to escape. I have concluded that not only was he the perpetrator but also you know of him." Kahl Responded.

He took a pause before continuing once more, "My proposition is simple. I wish to join you on the hunt for this man."
Kahl was trying to buy a couple of supplies just in case. But it seems he had poor luck as there was nothing. He would have left to somewhere, but something or rather someone caught his eye making him linger in the area. That person being that beefy fellow from not too long ago. He sauntered up to the fellow and his present company. He said to Urick, "Fancy meeting you here, although after what happened and this place looking to be the only place for curatives it wouldn't be too much of a surprise to cross paths. That being said although I have seen you before I don't believe we have properly met. The name's Kahl and yours?" He outstretched a hand as his gazed upon him with one eye, the other eye being covered with the eyepatch.
Mind if I spot Ulrick on street and use that as a way into the party?
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