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3 yrs ago
Current Finally back for a little bit of creaching
8 yrs ago
Remember that one time when the Demon's Souls servers were still up?
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9 yrs ago
Remember that one time when Scaramouche got killed off right after he did that amazing dance and it was the biggest tragedy in the entire series?
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9 yrs ago
Remember that one time when you could look at who's been checking out your profile and attention whores like me could be giddy that random people that I may or may not know are paying attention to me?
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9 yrs ago
Remember that if you ever feel like you're terrible at naming things, just know that my friends dragged me into playing a dark and serious MMO where a boss was named "Deathkill."
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Lusser walked through the streets with an exceedingly relaxed, natural demeanor. He was very much at home in this sort of environment, knowing all too well the rhythm of bustle and commerce amongst the riff-raff of the streets, as well as the debauchery and petty crime that dwelt just out of view. Perhaps surprisingly, Lusser felt little more than disdain at the cutpurses and cutthroats that surrounded him; while he employed games of strategy while using subtle tricks, straight-up theft typically involves what he sees as simple, brutish methods such as threats and straight up violence or other shows of force. In his state of complacency (at least by Lusser standards), he managed to notice the telltale feeling of someone staring at him. Turning his head, he saw Alina, whose gaze shifted around with astounding frequency.

“You seem quite nervous,” Lusser noted tactfully. “Is there something troubling you? I don’t think we’ve encountered anything particularly stress-inducing.” The dragon frowned thoughtfully, noting that this young woman was… perplexing, to say the least. One had to wonder what could happen to a person to make them so shy and nervous. He started to consider that the idea that she was up to something nefarious, but quickly dismissed it on the grounds that she hardly seemed to be the type to do such a thing. He had long ago noted that he had a good enough talent for judging those around him, and decided that it saved a lot of stress to have faith in that talent and stop second-guessing himself.
@lavulman: We need a post from Lusser!0


Give me some time to perform my Ultimate Forbidden Bloodline Technique.
Idunno. I was hoping to be skipped over, myself. Things don't really seem to be moving anywhere and there's only so much I can do for one prolonged situation. I guess if I really need to I can figure something out, though.
It eventually gets kind of hard to keep track of where the heck that pokemon was supposed to be going. I hadn’t really trained with my powers all that much, so trying to track him or her that way isn’t going to work. Just when I resort to trying to think of a way to maybe burn down all the tall grass without burning the papers, I see a flash of light from where Nina ran off to before… Could she be…? Probably not; I mean, that was already gone by Part Four. Hearing the sounds of battle, I teleport to where I saw it coming from, falling to the ground. My legs feel a little wobbly, but I’m not going to admit that at the moment. I try to tell what’s going on until the other pokemon start ganging up on Nina and trying to beat her into submission.

“Hey!” I say to the other team indignantly. “I don’t really know what this whole “Desia” thing is all about, and it’s probably super-important, but that's not what's important to me right now. What’s important to me right now is that you’re hurting my friend with the characteristic zeal of someone who has no idea what they’re talking about!” Since Chip seems to have the Aron and the Abra covered, I use Confusion on the Shroomish, picking him up and throwing him at the enemy Nidoran, ending in a collision that they found more surprising than confusing. Normally, I wouldn’t try and escalate things this quickly, but I think this is the kind of situation where you just have to beat the crap out of them and hope that they’ll be more open to suggestion once they’re barely conscious. It actually makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it.
On the subject of nobility and all that, I'd like to point out that not just rapiers, but swords in general were a status symbol, both in the medieval era and countless others. The rapier really just came about because things had cooled down to the point that you could wear a sword more casually, and was less the Ultimate Noble King Dude Sword to Rule Them All and more of a civilian sword/glorified fashion accessory.
Anlu, just saying.... He is hiding the rapier... So how can Feuertanz have seen it? Maybe edit it a bit?


You said the rapier was around two thirds of his height, right? How can he hide that so well, if at all? I don't think you'd be able to tell that it's a rapier, but I can't think of any way to position a sword in a way that you can't tell the person is wearing a sword on them.
And Anlu will continue to be caught up in real life... s/he might have died there, and they say that if you die in real life, you die for real.


So does that mean that this "real life" thing is a roguelike?
Lusser could only shrug lightly when Feuertanz mentioned his ‘lady’, and opted to refrain from his prayer as well, simply waiting in a silence that he found to be awkward. Though Lusser acknowledged that most magic users held some sort of faith, he saw little point in praising those who had done so little for him in his life. If anyone deserved his undying faith, it was Lusser von Steigen himself, as he felt that almost all of his accomplishments were a product of his own aptitude, perseverance, and diligence. Though, now that he considered it, perhaps there was something to be said for his own luck on the tables, even when he played fairly.

As soon as the two raised their heads back up, Lusser was on the move, walking beside Erion with a smile. He liked the idea of going somewhere new: Every time he went to a new town, it was like a whole new world of opportunities for him to enjoy and exploit. But this time, it could either be nothing or everything; a gamble which Lusser couldn’t help but enjoy.
All this talk of pizzas reminds me of that one time... Wait, no, two different times...
That... makes sense! LAVUL! GET A NEW PIZZA, AND TELL IT OF STALE'S CHARACTER HERE!


But if I got a new pizza, I'd just eat it. That's the enigma of Stale Pizza: How did no one eat it before it went stale? Was it a terrible pizza? Or is there something greater at work here?
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