Why did you erase your friendship? Friendships are apparently good.
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Caster smiled at Chad as he was with her on the thought pattern, but still, there was something about the Master who was making his servant cut off his own thumb that rubbed Caster wrong, even if he was stopped. So, after Gilgamesh was finished telling off the two for their personal attacks, she rose her hand, like a student in a classroom.
"Since I am neither Servant nor Master of them, can I attack, seeing as it isn't personal for me? I promise only to hit him once" She told Gilgamesh, a cute little smile that said nothing about the devil beneath the skin.
"Since I am neither Servant nor Master of them, can I attack, seeing as it isn't personal for me? I promise only to hit him once" She told Gilgamesh, a cute little smile that said nothing about the devil beneath the skin.
You know, I have thought of the best Caster ever, but only after I have already made my Caster
It's better to have a short post with what you need, than a really long post where four paragraphs are dedicated to one's own perception of how a potato tastes like. It might pad out a post, but it does nothing for anyone reading.
Nena grinned broadly at the idea of a trading empire, in a virtual world. She would love something like that, with well-guarded supply trains bringing her a flow of raw goods.
"That's no different to play Civilization 5, or some other game of that genre. Only, you are the person, not the God Controling All. A trading Empire here, would actually be highly efficent, since it would prevent people from spreading out and each working for their own profit and nothing else. Being a blacksmith, I have a fair bit of money even on the low floors, since only a few people joined intending to be a crafter from the start. Crafting, unfortunately, does make all other adventuring take a back seat, so most people passed it over so they could go out and kill things. Of course, the few of us that realized you don't need to sit in your shop every day, or can just put your name up and have people message you if you are out, took to the smithing right away" she then blushed softly and stroked her tail.
"Sorry, for rambling. I just, get like that sometimes when talking about blacksmithing. It's cool"
"That's no different to play Civilization 5, or some other game of that genre. Only, you are the person, not the God Controling All. A trading Empire here, would actually be highly efficent, since it would prevent people from spreading out and each working for their own profit and nothing else. Being a blacksmith, I have a fair bit of money even on the low floors, since only a few people joined intending to be a crafter from the start. Crafting, unfortunately, does make all other adventuring take a back seat, so most people passed it over so they could go out and kill things. Of course, the few of us that realized you don't need to sit in your shop every day, or can just put your name up and have people message you if you are out, took to the smithing right away" she then blushed softly and stroked her tail.
"Sorry, for rambling. I just, get like that sometimes when talking about blacksmithing. It's cool"
Caster looked at her jacket, and frowned softly.
"Really? I thought most Casters were all flowing robes and hoods and staves and magical bits" Caster quipped, before looking back up, and smiling at the man. "I will accept your wishes of alliange rather than serviance, Chad. It will be interesting to see how you do with this Holy Grail War. I shall support you, but victory will not lay with me alone" Caster told Chad, but, before she could take his hand, she was engulfed in a great light of magical power, and wisked away to somewhere entirely different. Somewhere very gold, with a prick on the end table. Caster rolled her eyes at the man's speal, and muttered to herself, in earshot of Chad, but few others.
"Meglomanical Villain gloats, then gets his head kicking in by us lot, or himself" After the muttering, Caster looked to the table, not really feeling up to eating anything from said meglomanical Villain, and so just sitting there, wanting to start blasting holes in the room, but restraining herself.
"Really? I thought most Casters were all flowing robes and hoods and staves and magical bits" Caster quipped, before looking back up, and smiling at the man. "I will accept your wishes of alliange rather than serviance, Chad. It will be interesting to see how you do with this Holy Grail War. I shall support you, but victory will not lay with me alone" Caster told Chad, but, before she could take his hand, she was engulfed in a great light of magical power, and wisked away to somewhere entirely different. Somewhere very gold, with a prick on the end table. Caster rolled her eyes at the man's speal, and muttered to herself, in earshot of Chad, but few others.
"Meglomanical Villain gloats, then gets his head kicking in by us lot, or himself" After the muttering, Caster looked to the table, not really feeling up to eating anything from said meglomanical Villain, and so just sitting there, wanting to start blasting holes in the room, but restraining herself.
I don't really know how to respond to that, so I will simply post a picture of an Ostrich.
How? He is the most paper-thin, artifically overpowered character ever. That is like saying you are a fan of cheese, left to rot on the side of a road, and urinated on by a dozen cats.
Anyone here want to have established relations with an arms development corporation? :)
Sounds like something a Mercenary Corps would need. Count me in.
Gilgamesh is a Mary Sue. Not a Gary Sue, a Mary Sue, because he is such a pussy.
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