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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
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As expected by a supreme being, Faetalis picked up on the crisis facing Mae without the horror having to spell it out. Not only that, but Mae was surprised to see that her boss gave the Gorging Trough of all facilities priority. In the grand scheme of things not all of the myriad entities serving the guild needed food to stay alive, and not all of those that did chose a visit to the designated cafeteria over whatever they happened to have on hand for greater convenience. If there was one thing Mae knew about the supreme ones, it was how they valued their time. They were always teleporting everywhere they could, even short distances, running anywhere they couldn’t teleport, facilitating automation and efficiency, and so forth. Even Master Sugi seldom visited his creation for anything other than for specific dishes that could provide the boons he needed.
So putting the Gorging Trough first, and to the extent that other facilities would need to be sacrificed, made Mae’s black heart swell with pride. The sacrifice of other factories she did not question, for their end meant she could begin anew in her vital duty. Besides, if a supreme being declared that it was necessary, then it was. Mae’s management skills ended at her restaurant’s doors, after all. As the others processed the idea in their own ways she stooped forward in as sincere a bow as she could manage without having a head. “Thank you, ma’am! Big choice to make, and you’ll be glad you did!”
Faetalis manifested a complex shape from light. The chef’s blindsight wound around its effulgent contours, and she recognized the a rather detailed recreation of the guild’s entirety in miniature. A couple at a time, the technomancer gave her overseers their orders. With the fruits of the scrappers’ labor the crafters would pursue their art, reviving the Gorging Trough from a burnt-out husk to an operational factory once more. Mae harbored no delusions about restoring its former glory, but as long as she could do her job, the niceties could come later. While the others reconstructed the physical structure she would push her own portable cooking skills to the limit, a veritable one-woman army in the war against hunger. “You got it!” she declared. “Me and mine will make you proud!”
When dismissed, Mae thundered back out into the open at a brisk jog. On the way she belted out a few useful tips for the sake of her compatriots, since neither Tungsten nor Cormac had even been inside the guts of her domain before. “The kitchen’s the important part!” she told them. “If anythin’s still standin’ it’ll be the kitchen walls, ‘cause they’re brick. If we can get the ovens, stoves, grills, prep tables, washers, and larder fixed, with walls and a roof, we’re in business. The restaurant can come later.”
Long before she got close enough to see her staff she knew their eyes were on her, so she yelled out, “Up and at ‘em, Maneaters! The whole guild’s rallyin’ to save the Trough! And while they’re fixin’ the place up I’m gonna cook for everyone. So get in there an’ salvage everythin’ you can! Look for cans, containers, unburned boxes, pots and pans! Anythin’ not melted to hell! We gotta set up a cookfire right about here.” She found a clear patch of ground away from the ruins and stomped her clog a few times. “Once the ingredients start comin’ in, I’m gonna be busy, so do whatever the other Overseers say!” Having launched into action the moment their boss’s voice hit them, her staff scrambled to get to work. They rushed to and fro, into and out of the remains of the Gorging Trough where ashes still smouldered, digging through and overturning wreckage to find anything that might be of use. Mae bent to the task of readying the makeshift cookfire herself for the use and abuse of her Master Chef skill, and she was pleased to see a steady trickle of her underlings coming her way with salvaged goods, starting with Roast. The fiery girl's willingness to brave the Trough's searing embers netted her a cache of almost untouched canned beans and meats, protected from the destruction by piled debris. Aromatic smoke was spiraling into the sky well before the scrappers arrived to bring her organic materials.
Name: Mr. L Luigi Mario Game Origin: Super Paper Mario Super Mario series Appearance: Personality: Although his true personality is suppressed, elements can still be seen past the abrasive ego and smartmouthed sass. He'll help someone... but only if he can get something out of it that he can't simply steal. He's loyal and a hard-worker... but those traits only go as far as the job for Castle Bleck. He's a team-player... but he'll mock them and feels that he's better than any of them even though he's the newest recruit. He holds his family dear and near to his heart... but he doesn't remember them so he's built a machine to fill that void in his life. Where Luigi is timid, Mr. L lashes out. Where Luigi would hesitate due to empathy, Mr. L breezes past without a care. Luigi would be generous to a fault... but Mr. L's greed and pride would seek to ruin a target. Mr. L is willing to play along with these Light World cretini until he either sees Bleck's Void in the sky or his Flip ability lets him reach the black castle.
Background: Once upon a time, there was the best minion ever to be hired on to Castle Bleck! And his name was Mr. L. Nastasia scouted him from... uh... somewhere and convinced him that working for the Count would be a dream come true. The pay was... okay, the pay wasn't so good. And there's no dental what with the multiverse being consumed by the Void. But the rewards for aiding the Count would be everything you've ever wished for. A place in the perfect world that would be born after everything has been destroyed.
So, naturally, Mr. L said yes.
As the greatest thief in the known universes, Mr. L's skills were invaluable to the team. They already had the bratty mistress of transformation (mistress is... literal, actually, yeesh what a freak), a meatheaded brawny boob, a crazy clown who won't leave L a-l-one, and Miss Nastasia. They were clearly bereft of a good sneak and someone capable of something more techy than the rest's fists and spells. Honestly, magic's not so reliable. Look at the thunder-whatsit in his hand. It's good for a spark half the time and the other half it's like it doesn't wanna do anything!
So one day while on the job (those wedding crashers that interrupted the preparation ceremony for the Chaos Heart's manifestation need to be trounced)... something went... weird. So while a bunch of worlds have the Void hanging overhead, Mr. L was in the middle of Flipping to another dimension some new ratfink showed up and wrecked everything before the Count could! And to make matters worse this new place he found himself in is like an anti-Dimension D! Instead of letting him fight or use his powers at their full strength Mr. L is as weak as a Goomba about to march off a cliff! Something weird's going on. No more Void in the sky, no powers, and a new player in the whole dimensional shenanigans game... Someone is gonna get trounced and the trouncer's name is Mr. L!
Specialty: Mix of Stealth and Melee due to lacking his Brobot. Level: 1 Experience: 0/10 Powers:
Flip Dimension (Weakened) - Capable of shifting on the Dimensional axis into a 2D shadow-like shape. While this lets him dodge attacks and slip through cracks, if something hits him it deals more damage. Furthermore, the illusion of invisibility is not absolute. Although he can rotate to continue fooling someone pacing around, if there are multiple people around there they might spot him at the 'wrong' angle. People can see him when looking straight down from above. And when light is cast on him, his shadow still functions as normal.
Strengths:
By Leaps and Bounds - Incredible jumping ability that dwarfs whatever that red midget with the horrendous mustache is capable of.
Electrical Mastery - Mr. L's affinity for electrical magic seems inborn. Its origin is shielded in mystery but there is a hint of the divine in its energies.
Technological Knowhow - Brobotics.
Weaknesses:
Anxiety - Underneath all his bluster, Mr. L is actually a bit of a worrywart. When things don't go according to plan he freaks. Although given his attitude rather than cowering like some green stringbean loser, Mr. L lashes out.
Self-Deprecation Overinflated Ego - Easily distracted by his own pride. Does not handle insults lightly.
Lost Origins - Memories from before signing on to Castle Bleck are... hazy, to put it mildly. He has no idea who he used to be but he must had been the best, must had been number one.
Spirits:
Kindred Spirits:
Baby Bowser - A strangely familiar koopa brat who clearly deserves a swift kick in the keister. "Waaa I want milk and cookies waaa the yoshis are mean to me!" Go jump in a lava lake without a stupid old geezer to magic you out!
Jevil - Oh no, Mr. L thought he was done with creepy grinning purple-and-black jesters! Dimentio's multiplied again and this time its not an illusion!
Cecil Harvey - Looks like someone he's robbed before but way too tall to say for sure. All but a brother to someone brainwashed by a formerly caring but now evil and malevolent cape-wearing sorcerer.
Inventory:
Worn Useless Wooden Mallet - Mr. L has no idea why he has this. Its not even a proper construction tool to repair his Brobot! +10 to Attack
Shroom Shakes (x10) - Much more useful! Heals 10% of user's health and purges poison.
Accepted! Go ahead and post him in the Characters tab and I'll send you a PM tomorrow about an entry point.
In the utter chaos of motion and sound the heroes clung as tight as they could to whatever safety they could get their hands on, be it the worryingly shaky train car interior or a desperate handhold on the outside. Poppi didn’t want to consider what might have happened if she had been in either of her other forms, which both featured their rockets on the feet rather than the back, when Yoshitsune grabbed hold of her leg for dear life. Although she could have held him for a while, he ended up crawling down beneath the train itself. Unable to see him, she could only hope he knew what he was doing. Bit by bit, she and Tora caught glimpses of the others holed up or hunkered down, especially inside the confines of the train car. It looked pretty cramped in there, but being squashed sounded a lot better than hurtling out into an unknown abyss thanks to this hellish cyclone.
The wind buffeted her relentlessly, preventing her from getting a full headcount, so she focused instead on holding on. Her grip was unyielding, but the metal she held onto was starting to buckle from the stress. If she were to try to adjust her grip she could very well sail away, but doing nothing meant tearing loose sooner or later. Tora couldn’t hear her right now, nor she him, so she tried to guess what he would suggest in this situation. Her Masterpon’s familiarity with his work meant that he maintained every option available to him in his mind, so when push came to shove he had a lot at his disposal. What trick would he pull out of their shared arsenal…? After a few moments of thinking, Poppi engaged her Ice Core and promptly froze her hand to the train car. A layer of ice a few inches thick formed around the handhold to ensure that she wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon. If things weren’t so dire she might have congratulated herself, but for now she needed to stay vigilant and steadfast. This upswell couldn’t last much longer.
After what felt like hours, the train finally pushed through the far end of the storm, leaving behind the nightmare realm of windy emptiness. The train traveled to a safe distance before slowing to a stop. Poppi wrenched free of her ice to fly herself and Tora down to solid ground, where her Masterpon could catch his breath alongside everyone else. Even Gnorbu, evidently an upswell veteran, looked shaken. “That...was worse than usual,” he panted, trying to tame his wind-tousled mane.
Nearby, a thoroughly discombobulated Necronomicon spat out Morgana before lodging herself in the sand. The cat teetered toward the rest of the group, where he reunited with Skull and Panther. “Ugh...we...we didn’t lose anyone, right?” He shook his head and looked around. “...Joker? Joker?!”
“Here.” Looking way worse for wear, Joker staggered over from the back of the train in his Phantom Thief attire. He held up his hand to reveal his grappling hook, torn just above the winch. “Got sucked out of the honeypot along with Blue and Scout. Managed to hook myself on and climb up before the hook broke.” Both his voice and his eyes were grave. “The others weren’t as lucky.”
Tora’s face fell. He’s been so happy to be alive he didn’t think about anyone but himself and Poppi. “No way…”
The news only got worse from there. As they looked around nobody could avoid making conjectures about who they weren’t seeing, and Poppi finally completed her headcount. “Also missing Heavy and Medic…”
Braum did not suppress his sob. “My comrades...of everyone from Lakeside, how could only I remain…?”
A look of utter horror had possessed Gnorbu. “W-w-what? You’re telling me that four people got blown away!?”
“No, no, no!” Tora piped up with as much confidence as he could scrape up. As all eyes fell on him he kept a brave face. “Scout have grapple gun too, and Medic fly now, meh. No way they fall to death. Plus, wind blowing up, so they probably just get flung out of awful storm in other direction.”
Poppi nodded vigorously, doing her part to try and encourage everyone. “That good point! Poppi sure that we see them again later!” She and Tora both kept quiet about the chance that the lost getting flung into the endless metal supports beneath the surface, or getting swirled around forever, or any of the other sobering possibilities.
“So, does that mean we oughta go look for ‘em?” Skull asked.
Joker turned back to take in the miles and miles of desert surrounding Hollow Heights in every direction. “That could take a very long time, even assuming they did make it out.” Though he had more on his mind, including a recommended option, he stopped himself from saying anything else. That let the question hang in the air for everyone: what were they going to do? Were they going to spend time searching for the lost? For how long? The desert heat beat down on their backs, and Al Mamoon was still a shimmering blur in the distance. Tora kept quiet as he thought. He knew that a hero would never leave a friend behind, but were those that were gone his friends? Could they even look inside Hollow Heights, or in the seemingly infinite girder-ridden space below the desert? Was the mission more important? Tora felt terrible about the notion of leaving allies behind, especially considering how he’d feel if the shoe were on the other foot. But what could they really do? Questions swirled around the heroes as hard and as fast as the desert storm.
Nadia didn’t so much see as feel the destruction that befell Shippy, when a shockwave of raw force peppered by shattered remnants of wood and metal bulled into her, and out of pure instinct she threw herself into a headlong dive away from the danger. Rather than slide beneath the surface she smacked into it, partially repelled by whatever it was that kept her float, and lay there against its chill for a brief moment before she scrambled to pick herself up. She was afraid to see what became of the living vessel, but she looked nevertheless, and found to her relief that only the rearmost portion of it was missing. She spotted Frog, Blazermate, Sakura, and the others, all rattled by the near-death experience but still alive. Only when the street fighter called out a familiar name, unknown suffix notwithstanding, did Nadia realize someone was gone. As Sakura searched from above the feral guided herself over the waves to the stern, but she found no trace of the former pirate either. Not even his spirit.
Another tragic loss burned Nadia’s guts, but Frog was right; she and her friends couldn’t afford to spend time grieving with their lives still on the line. Whether stunned by the underwater pressure wave or fallen back to avoid friendly fire, the Abyssals had relented for a moment, but now the remainder of those hurled at Shippy by the Harbor Princess circled the drifting vessel like vultures. She watched Peach run for the edge of the deck, calling, “It’s time to go! Until the ship’s operational, we have to push, or we’re sitting ducks!” The others recovered from their shell-shock to jump into action. Blazermate basted Shippy with her medibeam, reconstructing the stern bit by bit. Nadia noticed with a start that the boat’s healing was outdoing incoming damage. About time, jeez! While Peach and Nadia headed for the back, Link swerved around Shippy’s front in order to toss some extra healing up to the figurehead. He managed to focus her enough to reach out for his thrown potion, then gulp it down.
A small section of the lower stern regenerated all at once, and the new shipgirls put their backs against it. Together they started unloading into the water directly behind Shippy, using the recoil to push the faltering vessel through the water. The method to their madness revealed itself when their fusillade not only took care of opportunistic Abyssals but also got Shippy moving toward the inlet in the bay shore. Still, they had only been at it for a moment before the Cadet, sporting a flashy new hairdo, hopped down onto the water full of burning passion. He announced his intention to put down the monstrous threat once and for all and then sped off into the ongoing battle, straight for where the Harbor Demon struggled to collect herself. Nadia released her hold on Shippy.
“What are you doing?” Peach shouted as she strained against the keel. “Shippy’s not...ready yet!”
Nadia leaned forward and skated away, yelling, “I can’t let him face her alone!” If Peach replied, she was already too far away to hear it. With a few of Kamek’s minions in tow as additional support, she made a beeline for the fighting. When the battle of Black Bay began, the Abyssals had fanned out to occupy about eighty percent of the available space, but the Navy had turned the tides to leave them with only the twenty percent closest to the twin strongholds. Of course, that meant that the fighting here was both the thickest and the most desperate, and it took all of Nadia’s concentration to navigate through the raging firefight across roiling waves with a pounding heart. An emerging Abyssal nearly caught her off guard, but before it could sink its teeth in a railgun shot from the Atomos disintegrated it, and Nadia threw Bella a thumbs-up.She kept her eyes focused on Cadet’s bright scarlet hair as her guide as she ducked under cannon fire and leaped over breaching monsters, all the way to the mouth of Kwolok Harbor.
Before the two reached it, something flew in from above. Nadia gasped as she recognized the Helmaroc King from earlier, dismissed as the Atomos team’s problem during the troubles earlier and promptly forgotten. Now it careened toward the Harbor Demon with Geralt on its back. “Yes!” she breathed, glad for more help. Nadia dodged around an Abyssal that looked like a pile of turrets and looked up again just in time to see the Witcher hurl some bombs down at the giant woman, although he seemed to be having problems of his own. No matter how many feathers he tugged, the bird couldn’t seem to right itself. His explosives struck the Harbor Demon’s head with enough force to stagger her and break her horn, and a moment later the floundering Helmaroc slammed into the great disk atop her weapons platform.
“Geralt!” Nadia cried, but she couldn’t see what became of him. However, the bird’s impact span the cannons out of whack, and the incoming heroes couldn’t throw away the chance given to them. They moved in. A big Abyssal came at the Cadet from either side, their pincer attack snapping shut just shy but effectively blocking Nadia’s way. With a sharp inhale she jumped into the air and let loose jets of blood to dash right over. She almost fumbled the landing, but managed to recover in a spray of seawater. “Hah!” She was doing it--they were doing it!
Just ahead loomed the Harbor Demon, even more terrifyingly huge in person, but with her mutilated arms occupied with defense against the Junior clone and continued bombardment from the Navy, she was wide open. The Cadet must have thought the same thing, and raced in for the kill, but Nadia noticed that the weapons platform behind their foe didn’t seem much worse for wear. As the crane arms came around, Nadia realized that her friend didn’t see them, and willed herself forward as fast as she could. In a fountain of blood and cannon fire she launched into the air, and from the flying feral shot a web of muscle fibers. Before the crane hooks could gut Cadet like a fish Nadia flew past one and then the other, snaring them in her muscles. With a quick yank she brought them together in a knot, then came to a stop hanging from the tangle a few feet above the water’s surface. Behind her the surprised Abyssal stared downward, defenseless. If the Cadet planned to bury that longsword in the huge woman’s vitals, he’d need to get a little higher.
“Here! I’ll boost you!” Nadia yelled. Her impromptu platform gave the Monster Hunter just the elevation he needed. Though the Harbor Demon had some armor around her neck and midriff, it left her chest wide open, and in the moment afforded him the Cadet fearlessly plunged his dark blade straight down the middle. The Abyssal shrieked and thrashed, but her riotous strength bled away through the fatal wound, and began to turn to ash. Even the gigantic weapons platform behind her buckled and broke down, a part of her to the end. Nadia dropped as the cranes dissolved, splashing down on the ocean’s surface. On the water nearby floated the demon’s spirit, her visage encapsulated within, but the feral left the prize for the Cadet and focused on retracting her muscles instead.
All around Kwolok Harbor, the Abyssals had fallen into a confused lull, and the Navy wasted no time exterminating them. Their malaise was a lucky turn for Geralt, who had been thrown into the water after his bird crashed down. One shipgirl recognized him and pulled him from the water before offering him a piggyback ride back to Shippy, evidently quite confident in her strength. As her chest heaved Nadia watched Heinrich cruise in, a wide smile on her face despite the bloody wound on her cheek. “Now that’s what I like to see! I knew the Admiral made the right call, I…!”
“NOOOOOO!” She was cut off by a shriek of frightful rancor and a burst of water. From below the water burst a pure white globe, a few dozen feet in diameter. A web of black cracks spread across its surface, and it broke open to reveal the Midway Princess, eyes alight with wrath. Though not as big as the Harbor Demon she would have still towered above the average man at eight or nine feet tall, and she brandished runways like dual claymores. “You killed my sister! I’ll slaughter you!” she screamed.
“You may try!” Heinrich wiped blood from her cheek and grinned. She looked at Nadia and the Cadet. “Alright, you’ve done enough, so scram! Leave this one to me...” Her shark opened wide to let loose a mechanical screech, then surged forward to face the Midway Princess head-on. Nadia fled as gunfire and bombers filled the air.
Back on the ship, Bowser and an unfamiliar girl had arrived to take two more spirits off Peach’s hands. She gave them alongside an entreaty to help her push the ship toward the shore, at least until Blazermate finished her repairs.
Notable Spirit Consumed: Trento The host has gotten smaller and slimmer by a decent margin, with notably longer legs. His hair has gotten longer and turned into a red-lavender gradient. He’s now wearing a long white coat with a green interior and decorative epaulettes, is bands colored green, red, and gold, and he has both white gloves and tight-fitting black boots. The host’s personality has gotten more peppy and helpful, with a dash of sweetness. This spirit confers the Power Ship Shaped Type H, granting heavy rigging that’s melded with his shell in an odd way. Each organic rigging arm is now a fourth of the shell, and on each is a double-barreled cannon emplacement that resembles the cannons previously on his shoulders, albeit longer and thinner, and with the Tentacruel beaks as cannon tippers rather than the cannons themselves. All four emplacements have mini-turrets on them, which fire conventional if very small shells. If locked together, the four rigging arms lock together in the shape of his shell. This rigging cannot be unequipped, and allows the host to move across the surface of water at low speed. This spirit also confers the Weakness Soft Machine, making the host actually heavier than before, increasing the effort needed to move and thus overall stamina consumption, especially when trying to go quickly
Notable Spirit Consumed: Mikuma The host’s spiky dark blue hair has gotten longer and more flowing with pronounced streaks of white, with a single bun in the back on top of her hair. Her skin tone is no longer Abyssal pale. From the right side of her forehead extends a conical, flesh-colored horn. Her padded black jacket is now undone, and rests over a white halter top and elegant white sleeves. Her skirt is shorter and the blades are smaller. She also has white stockings and red ship-shaped sandals. One of her gauntlets has become a heavy Brachydios-head rifle with an underslung blade. Her personality has gotten more quiet and obliging. This spirit confers the Power Ship Shaped, giving a set of rigging in the form of two arms that terminate in hull-blades, with a tri-barrel cannon emplacement on each elbow. As long as the rigging is equipped, the host can skate across the surface of water. This spirit also confers the Weakness Little Sister, making her more susceptible to intimidation and mental attacks.
With or without their help Peach put all her strength into her mission, and by the time Shippy had been healed enough to go under her own power, the vessel was already clear of the fighting. A few minutes later, Shippy had made it to the blockaded inlet. Compared to what the heroes had just been through, this level of opposition did not impress. It was essentially just a bridge over the river’s mouth with some black iron reinforcement, a few Abyssals in attendance, and some trident-wielding sahagin as backup. The armaments aboard both the Atomos and a repaired Shippy were more than enough to blow open a path, and after a quick scuffle Blue Team was headed upriver.
With the takedown of the Harbor Demon accomplished, Nadia reached Shippy shortly after the vessel cleared the beach and climbed aboard, more for rest than out of necessity. Her new rigging folded up into a helpfully compact form on both hips, and she flopped down on the ship’s bow. For a while she just lay there on her back, trying to quell the chaos that had taken hold of her as she stared up at a clear blue sky. Around the ship lay pristine beauty, a world of vivid pink plants awash in blue light. It was such a brutal contrast to the nightmare of smoke, teeth, and death that she only just escaped that she just about suffered from whiplash. So fresh were the scars on her mind that she doubted that they would ever leave her, but even if she couldn’t be at peace, she could be still. She could feel the pulse of the forest, and take in its wonderful air. She was still alive.
Elliot’s sudden outburst grabbed the attention of the orangutan as he sat atop his branch, who peered down at the human with a quizzical look. He glanced between the man surrounded by peels and the half-bunch of bananas still in his grasp, connecting the two at his own pace. The intelligence with which he associated the unhappy man with his food, not to mention the fact that he wore clothes, hinted that the orangutan had more brains than Elliot gave him credit for. After a few moments, the ape began to descend.
He moved without urgency, but clambered between branches with ease thanks to his long arms. The trip ended up taking almost awkwardly long, but it didn’t seem to bother him. Once he reached the ground, the thoroughly harmless orangutan hauled himself over to Elliot, split his banana bunch in half, and handed the disgruntled vacationer the fruits he assumed he wanted. For some reason it seemed there existed a kinship between ape and man. With his lips construed in a way that might have been a smile the easygoing orangutan went over to Elliot’s cozy patch of sun and laid down, legs crossed. There was plenty of space for the funny-looking brothers to enjoy themselves together.
Luckily, neither the shouting nor the ensuing cultural exchange disturbed the Ukazeer and her buoyant offspring, who remained at ease on the far side of the lake.
In one corner of Snowdin lay Eastern Motel, its somewhat shabby appearance helped a lot by the snow that so permeated the area. With his corgi under one arm Albedo led the way there, crunching through the darkness one last time for the night. The receptionists behind the counter, a pair of portly monsters in thick-rimmed glasses, did not bat an eye at the alchemist when he entered but looked up in alarm when the Skullgirl followed him inside. “Whoa, whoa, hey there a minute, Mr. Albedo,” the green one said in a nasally voice. “Who’s this? Friend of yours? I’m getting a bad feeling.”
“Yeah!” the other one agreed, nodding emphatically. “A really bad feeling!”
Albedo tilted his head. “Oh? What makes you say that, Clark?”
Clark twiddled his thumbs. “Uh…well, it’s just a feeling. We’ve been through so many misadventures...”
“So, so many…”
“We just know when something bad’s about to happen. This awful, sinking feeling.” He shuddered. “Like when you’re on a rollercoaster and about to drop.”
“Oh, I hated that coaster…”
Albedo shook his head. “Sounds like paranoia. How many bad things have happened to you two since you arrived in this town.”
“Uh…” the two creatures said together, looking between one another and scratching their heads in unison.
“And besides, this young lady saved my life today. She’s as trustworthy as they come. Just look at that smile.” He glanced toward Linkle, seeking her cooperation, although his face also said sorry about these guys.
After a moment, the receptionists sighed. “Oh...alright,” Clark conceded, bowing his head. “Sorry miss, I guess we’re just a little nervous about anything new. We can put you in the room next door to your friend here.” He slid some keys across the counter, then held his palm up. “That’ll be forty dollars.”
“Four tens!” Stanley piped up again. “Count ‘em!”
Albedo raised his hand. “Just add it to my total. I’ll get some more food for you tomorrow.”
“Ooh, I can’t wait!” Clark practically salivated. “Good night then, you two!”
Albedo inclined his head toward Linkle in a polite bow. “Sweet dreams.” He led the way to the rooms, and disappeared inside his own. Linkle had been allotted a modest accommodation all her own, fully kitted out with all the modern facilities that someone from a medieval era could ever realize they wanted.
Come morning, a look through the windows of Eastern Motel gave a good view of the light snowfall over Snowdin Town. Grateful that it wasn’t heavy enough to present a major impedance to the day’s activities, whatever they might be, Albedo looked away from the window and down at the corgi sitting beside him. The couch in the motel lobby was both wide and comfortable, and its location by the fireplace made it sought-after by man and dog alike. He scratched behind the dog’s ears and waited.
When Linkle arrived, he inclined his head again, just as he did the night before. “Good morning.” He took a sip from the mug of steamy dark liquid held in his right hand. “This is called coffee,” he explained. “Like certain kinds of tea it can make you feel more energized, although even more so than that. Evidently it comes from ground beans rather than leaves. It does taste awful, but cream and sugar can help.” He motioned toward a little station on the receptionists’ counter, where Stanley was brewing himself a fresh cup even as the alchemist spoke. There were little paper packets labeled ‘SUGAR’ in all capitales, and tiny plastic containers with lids that could be peeled off. “I hope you rested well,” Albedo said.
“Welcome!” A voice sounded out as soon as Sephiroth stepped inside the pleasantly cool building. A look to the left revealed none other than a snail with a mustache on a stool behind the counter. “A new face I see!” he observed. “We’re oh-so-happy to have you visit the beautiful Temple of Atlantis, where our motto is ‘Water you waiting for?’! Hohoho! Here is your complimentary stamp card.” He pushed a sheet of paper over the counter toward Sephiroth. “Allow me to explain. We have a variety of rides and minigames available for your enjoyment. You can fill in your stamp card by trying out each one, and by achieving good times or high scores! Afterward, just visit our Redemption Center over there…” he pointed to an opposite counter, where a lady snail gave a polite wave. “To receive your rewards. For each row of stamps you earn while here you’ll be eligible for a Gold Prize, and if you fill in your whole Stamp Card our fabulous Platinum Prize will be yours!” He clapped his hands together wistfully, as if the Platinum Prize were his very own coveted dream. His stalk eyes quickly took in Sephiroth’s appearance, including how filthy she was. “Oh, if you forgot your swimsuit, we have a small boutique past the Redemption Center where you can borrow one, but if you earn a Gold Prize you can exchange it to keep the suit. There are showers, too. Anyway, Atlantis Team hopes you will enjoy your time and cherish the memories you make here today!”
After that barrage of information, Sephiroth could get a good look at the interior of the place, and there was quite the variety across several floors. There appeared to be pools with diving boards, a lazy river, various slides including some rather extreme ones, a lily pad obstacle course, climbing walls connecting the floors, tiny boats with water guns by a shooting gallery, and much more. The whole place was lavishly decorated to resemble the edifice of some ancient seabed civilization, with glinting tile and myriad shells most everywhere she looked. There were also a number of guests of all shapes and sizes, some of whom were definitely not human, and the swordswoman’s keen eye spotted what appeared to be a security/lifeguard force of armored fish here and there, their equipment not immediately apparent.
@Dark Cloud Would you mind saying what spirit you're thinking Frog should take for us OOC? That way we can get an idea of what's left for other people to take.
So in theory he could just be turning into a line because going from 3D to 2D would have a weird visual effect. Or following the displayed effect in the game he'd be "turning into a line" because of the way dimensional perspective is warping around him. In the end its the same kind of result but it has different connotations in my head that I'm having a tricky time spitting out.
I see. In theory it would still be possibly to have the same effect of invisibility in a limited sense by turning 2D and then directly toward whoever he doesn't want to see him, but of course since this is 3D it would be trickier to manage. I was more or less confused because I was assuming we were going for translating the move itself into the new context rather than the outcome of the move, which is stealth. We may be able to compromise (and also not make up new abilities characters don't canonically have, which I'd rather not do) by saying that he can flatten into a 2D being in 3D space but be able to rotate himself to stay facing whatever target he focuses on, thus maintaining practical invisibility. The limitation would then transition from being shadow-projection to him being able to be seen from the side if there are multiple enemies. Plus, this would still allow him to do things like slip through tiny cracks and hug walls. Would that be alright?
I went with the dimensional shift because I imagined he was in the middle of changing locations when the Super Paper Mario multiverse got attacked. I can change it.
As for the "seen from the front" due to him being a 3D being rather than 2D sprite in a 3D map I was picturing his dimensional shift making him look like a line at all angles like when you look at a billboarded sprite and see the same exact flat image at every rotation. One of the giveaways I was thinking of was that his shadow would still look normal in spite of him having a less visible form. Another was that seeing him from above or below gives him away.
Good to hear that the sheet's almost ready to go!
I think I've gotten the picture, although it's still a little confusing. I do think that simply being able to make himself two-dimensional would be a very useful Power in and of itself, without any extra confusion. Is able to become just a line in his game?
Overall, seems mostly fine. The only things I could mention would be a clarification to his Power and a change to the end of his Background. After 'seem invisible' I would add 'if looked at from the front', since he's just flat rather than gone if I remember correctly. Lastly, the thing that brought everyone to the World of Light was less a subtle dimension shift and more a universal annihilation attack. Other than that, the sheet's okay.
Hey there, and welcome. Whichever character you play is up to you; I could only say to pick the one you like the most. One thing I could say is that the Kindred Spirits you pick would be most useful as characters who haven't appeared yet but that you want to, since the only thing Kindred Spirits are for is ensuring that certain characters will appear at some point, so if they've already appeared, it's not much use.
Tora found the occupants of the honeypot on the uncommunicative side, so after a quick exchange of pleasantries he hauled himself back up with Poppi’s help. Once back in his regular sitting position, he noticed that there appeared to be a storm a-brewing up ahead. Clouds of sand dancing on the wind had been ever-present since entering the appropriately named Sandswept Sky, but this one left the rest behind. It stretched from the desert floor hundreds of feet into the air, less a cloud and more a wall, and it was really moving--it billowed and whirled with remarkable speed. And the tracks led right for it. “Uhh…”
As if on cue, shouts from Gnorbu belted out of the intercoms in the third and fourth train cars, though Tora and Poppi were near enough to the engine to hear the ‘pet outright. Drawn by his voice, they also saw for the first time that both the merchant and the engineer sported ropes tied around their middles. “Everyone brace yourselves!” Gnorbu called. “We’ve got an upswell ahead, right over Hollow Heights! Normally we tie the stuff we transport down, but today’s a special case, so hold onto something if you don’t want to fly! And believe me, you don’t wanna sail away over Hollow Heights! ...And despite my joking tone, I am deadly serious, so buckle up, for real!”
Though a little on the nervous side already, Tora chuckled. “Aha, well, at least we not need worry, right Poppi?”
His companion’s brows narrowed as she zoomed in on the storm ahead of them. “If wind really strong and sand thick, Poppi may not be able to find or catch if Masterpon go flying.”
Tora winced, his nervous laugh back in full force, and focused forward. The train bore down on the upswell with surprising speed, too much speed really; it seemed like he barely got any time to mentally prepare himself at all before the swirling chaos loomed right in front of him. He gulped and rolled into his stomach to wrap his wings around the honeypot, while Poppi -less than confident herself- grabbed the back of his overalls. Inexorable as death, all-devouring the wall of sand raced toward them. It swallowed the engine, then the second car, and the duo were inside.
A scream tore free from Tora’s throat as he hurled from the honeypot, ripped away by the sheer force of the wind. Poppi hurtled away right behind, her grip on Tora’s clothes locked tighter than a drum. Only after a moment did her processors kick in and she twisted to right herself, thrusters at full power against the overwhelming wind. Luckily she could see inside the storm just fine, with everything darker and yellower than normal but otherwise pretty much fully visible, and thanks to that she could orient herself toward the train and boost its way with everything she could muster. She fought the wind with every ounce of energy her Ether Furnace put out, and still for the few terrifying moments her hand stretched for the edge of the caboose it didn’t seem like she was going to make it. Her hair flapped like mad, her furnace burned, and something big missed her by centimeters as it flew by. Finally she managed to bring her fist around literally punch into the train car’s bronze piecrust, making a handhold she could lock into. Necronomicon had a similar idea, holding onto the third train car for dear life with all of her tentacles. Tora wailed the entire time, and only after securing herself did Poppi realize she’d been screaming too. When she actually looked around, she could scarcely blame Tora, either.
To either side of the tracks the ground had fallen away. The train was racing on a bridge of iron girders across an immense hole in the ground, with no bottom visible no matter how deep Poppi looked. To her surprise, the edge of the hole were not sheer cliffs, but stacks upon stacks of girders, struts, and columns holding up the ground, with sand piled high at the edges and spilling over in places like waterfalls. The supports extended into the darkness beneath the ground in every direction as far as she could see. ‘Hollow Heights’, she realized, truly did not do this place justice. From the infinite depths the freakish winds welled up, dancing like manic revellers and piping through the miles of rusted supports like some insane god. It took a little while for Tora to tire himself out and quiet down, but his wild heartbeat never slowed, and Poppi never unlocked her grip. She couldn’t feel any elation at having narrowly escaped death--not when she remembered that thing that nearly hit her earlier. Together with Necronomicon they sailed behind the train like a bizarre flag, and waited out the storm.
You have Acquired: Armor Plate x2 - A specially crafted plate of metal. Once attached to someone’s gear, all non-critical damage will be rerouted to it instead of the wearer, until the armor breaks. If not totally broken, its remaining durability can be added to with additional armor plates Toy Submarine - a replica submarine with no special qualities Swimming Trunks - a common piece of male swimwear, gray and purple Black Glasses - a held item that boosts the power of Dark-type moves by 20% Raging Fang x2 - a tooth permeated with deadly mana, and useful for crafting strong weapons
No sooner did the Harbor Demon Princess appear than the nearest couple dozen shipgirls turn their weapons her way, too galvanized by fear and instinct to realize that was just what their enemy wanted. A voice roared over the Navy communications using one of the Commander-level override lines. “Don’t forget the small ones!” whoever it was bellowed. “They’ll slaughter you up if you focus on the Demon!” Still, the new threat could not be brushed aside. Everyone who could turned their weapons’ the monsters way. In reply the Demon lifted up one of her oversized arms for use as a shield to protect her head and chest. Exploding shells and sprayed bullets made quick work of her sodden sleeve, but dealing damage to the arm itself presented a challenge. As solid as rock and without the propensity to chip, the hardened flesh of her arm soaked up all the punishment the Navy could dole out like it was nothing. Unfazed, her main cannon adjusted the last few degrees, and fired.
A couple hundred feet from the Jackdaw the ocean exploded as if a bomb had gone off just beneath the surface. With a grunt of annoyance the Harbor Princess started adjusting her aim. The waves from the giant shot rocked the Admiral’s boat, giving wings to the feet of the deckhands as they raised anchor and unfurled sail so that the ship might get in motion. The thunderous sound that rolled across the water roused Nadia from the stupor in which she clung to Blazermate’s dispenser like a hungry kitten to a pant leg, soaking up the healing she desperately needed as she shut everything else out. For a moment she was possessed by the fear that Shippy had been shot, but after determining that she was still alive, she let her breath out and pulled her claws out of the dispenser casing.
She stood, having forgotten about her missing piece, and promptly fell over. Just in time Link appeared and tossed the lost segment of her leg onto the deck. With a gasp of relief she seized the part she’d given up on and slapped it back into place. “Oh, thanks a million! And yeah, pretty much.” Now that she was healed she could was finally pulling back all the scattered blood she lost and not feeling quite so woozy. With her restored senses she could remind herself of the situation now facing the crew. Even though they were on the cusp of getting away, an immense new foe had shown herself, and heroes couldn’t exactly leave their allies for dead. Nadia watched Kamek and his clones cooperate to prepare a doozy of a spell, charging a radiant orb of light wreathed in colorful shapes. Though busy directing her seaplanes for defense, Ranger took a moment to send a warning of her radio for the Navy girls, already wary of getting too close to the Demon’s giant mitts, to clear the way for incoming ordnance.
With Sakura and Link doing their best to keep Abyssals away from the boat, and covering fire from both Shippy and the Atomos, the Koopas completed their sorcery to make manifest a brilliant ball of destruction. The boat rocked, and Nadia’s hair and cat ears blew back as the orb rocketed over the water. It annihilated the Abyssal seaplanes in its way and struck the Harbor Demon’s arm in an explosion of magical power. She roared in pain, and her guard with down, with good hand clutching the impact point on the other. Behind her the weapons platform went berserk and for a few moments fired wildly with every cannon at its disposal. The Navy took the chance to get some damage in, but all too soon the Harbor Demon composed herself once more and switched to her good arm hand for defense. Worse still, she registered the little ship and flying craft on the left side of the battle to be a threat.
With the cracked hand she seized another handful of Abyssals and hurled them across the bay. Nadia yowled and jumped behind a cannon to take potshots at the incoming monsters, but a couple dozen Abyssals splashed down both around and on the ship. One of the more fishlike things landed directly on her turret and lunged at her head, but she ejected the head just in time and her foe’s its teeth closed around nothing. Her hands flew up to catch her head, then slam it down between the Abyssal’s eyes. “Fore!” A quick backhand knocked the stunned critter into the drink, but when she saw the next monster flying in, she knew she couldn’t sit back down. “Whoa!” She dove to the side as a Wa-class Transport slammed down like a wrecking ball, bending one cannon barrel like a straw just before leaving a crater in the deck. Instantly the Abyssal’s pod opened wide to release a bevy of Imps, which on a symbolic level distressed Nadia immensely. “W-what the hell!?” If she could make a move before they spread out, though, she might be able to wipe out the whole problem in one go. Dramatic tension coursed through her; it was time for a show.
She flashed her claws and lunged forward as Blazermate’s turret lit the new enemies up. “Furserker Purrage!” Her limbs became a blur as she dealt slice after slice after, catching up entire packs of Imps and carrying them along in the combo. Not meant to take continuous damage like this, the Imps got torn to ribbons. It all culminated in a driving headbutt, her rigid ears made into stabbing points, that slammed the leftover Imps into the Wa-class and pushed the monster right to Shippy’s edge. For a moment the rotund Abyssal teetered on the edge, but just as it brought its cannons around Peach flew up behind it and fired off her scatterboom mid-flip. She landed with a flourish as the Wa-class burned and died behind her, but Nadia darted past to deal the enemy a parting kick anyway. As its half-dissolved bulk rolled into the water, the feral rounded on the princess. “You’re back! Thank goodness, I thought you weren’t gonna make it out there.”
“Me? You guys were getting messed up when I left.” She sidestepped as Destroyer thrown onto the deck let loose a couple wild shots while floundering, then hurried over to smash the thing with the butt of her gun. A To-class clambered up onto the deck only to see both ladies run toward it. Nadia went low and extended a double high kick while Peach threw herself at the monster rear-first. “Ha-CHA!” With a roar the Abyssal hurled away in a burst of weird hearts, its reckless shots bursting against the water. Peach straightened up and brushed a strand of loose hair into place. “Anyway. Everyone! I managed to get some spirits from the supply line. All Navy, rest their souls.” She opened a very pink pouch to reveal five spirits: Chicago, Northampton, Mikuma, Jamaica, and Trento. “If worst comes to worst, the rest of you can fuse and get out that way.” She frowned as Nadia’s face fell. “What’s wrong?”
As gingerly as she could in an active warzone, Nadia took the spirit of Northampton. “This girl...I saw her yesterday, at the game. She was on a date. She was happy.”
Peach averted her gaze to the Harbor Demon. She had tried to show some dignity, but what she saw made her eyes widen. There was no time to mourn. “Um, I’m sorry, but we’ve got a situation. That thing’s aiming at US NOW!”
She panicked as the Demon fired, and the shot hit the water so close to the ship that the resulting wave both drenched the ship and nearly capsized it. Blazermate’s turret and dispenser tumbled into the sea, with Nada right after them. She made a spur-of-the-moment decision and absorbed the shipgirl spirit like Peach before her, but transformed a moment after she hit the water and got wet anyway.
Notable Spirit Consumed: Northampton The host has gotten just a little less lanky, and her skin tone a little peachier. Her platinum-blonde hair is longer, covering one eye, streaked with plum purple, and blue on the inside. There’s a black bow in her hair, and her visible eye is bright green with a barely-visible slitted pupil. Her top no longer goes over the shoulder, relying on straps, and is a little lower cut with a white star on one side. She’s also wearing shiny red boots and gloves that extend up her limbs a ways, and has a Navy tattoo on her left thigh. The host is less upbeat and talkative. This spirit confers the Power Ship Shape, giving Nadia articulate rigging worn on her hips that takes the form of two arms Both arms have small cannon batteries at their extremities and a bladed branch at the midpoints. As long as the rigging is equipped, she can skate along the surface of water. This spirit also confers the Weakness Oil Cost, rendering all new powers and equipment moot if Nadia runs out of oil.
A monster nearly got its jaws around her before Nadia was on her feet. For a moment she marveled at being able to float on top of the water, but no longer. Shippy hadn’t capsized, but it had been way too close a call for comfort. Thanks to the Harbor Princess’s attention, there was a fresh crop of Abyssals preventing Shippy’s escape, and the next big shot might not miss. She skirted around to hide behind Shippy, dodging Abyssal fire easily. Nadia fired her cannons for the first time a marauding Destroyer and slid backward across the water from the recoil. When it caught up and jumped at her she instinctively blocked with her rigging before she plunged the other double blade into its eye. As it dissolved she couldn’t help but smile. Not only did this machinery respond like a part of her body, but its metal bit into the armor of the Abyssals way easier than her claws could. Unfortunately, her new boots and gloves covered a few separation points, and her hair made it hard to see from one eyes, so she quickly clawed them up while on the move. “Alright, back in the game.” With this, she could really do her part.
As Elliot settled down to relax, he spotted the tube-beast once again, floating around the lake with purpose. He elected not to bother it for the time being, but watching it made for an amusing distraction from bothersome sounds, since while the creature seemed to be hunting, its physiology gave it a tough time. Since speed was obviously not its forte, the animal remained as still as possible to wait for fish to blunder close. Neither particularly intelligent or observant, the fish swam into range now and again, but when the tube-beast lunged for them its bulbous shape suffered from water resistance. Many times it splashed down only to come up empty-handed, or empty-mouthed, as the case was. Nevertheless persistence won out in the end, and the ludicrous predator eventually snagged a weird-looking critter that resembled a living airbag. Sure enough, it let loose a pronounced fpppppptt when ruptured, revealing that not only did its bladder contain real air, but that the harmless-looking tube-beast had sharp teeth in there somewhere. It chowed down on the spot, clearly hungry but far from satisfied.
After a bit, Elliot’s wandering gaze picked up something inbound from the northern river. To his surprise, he discovered a much larger and more fearsome creature that appeared to be a blue and gold sea serpent. With struts forming the rough shape of a boat and actual oars jutting from each side, it made for a bizarre amalgamation of creature and craft, but the way it moved its head and vicious-looking claws prevented any doubt that it was alive. The tube-beast, still bobbing for a meal, remained oblivious as the ship-shaped serpent paddled closer and closer. When it finally noticed and let out a cry, it was far too late for the ponderous thing to get away, but instead of fleeing it swam closer. With noise somewhere between a croon and a growl the serpent bent down and nuzzled the smaller creature. After the two shared a moment, the parent banked sideways to reveal a cache of freshly dead fish stashed in its ‘hull’. The young one made a joyful sound and stuck its head through to start munching. Through it all, the two did not seem to react to Elliot’s presence, other than the parent turning a bright blue eye full of menace toward him for a moment. Just you try something, it seemed to dare him.
Provided he did not, and wasn’t satisfied with lying as still as possible in the sun, the Luma Pools still offered plenty to divert him. A rustle of branches nearby caught the attention of the Ukazeer and Ukabi both, and a moment later a funny-looking orangutan in overalls swung out into the open, one hand on his vine and the other on a bunch of bananas. After a final cautionary look behind him, the new arrival began to pull of bananas one at a time and eat them with gusto. He got so into it that he just about fell off his branch in fright when a outcropping in the lake blasted forth a noisy stream of superheated water. The pressure died down a moment later, but now that Elliot’s attention had been drawn to the unusual formation, he could see crystals shining on its outside.
Newly replenished by the delectably sanguine vintage within her now empty tincture, Sephiroth set out across the peaceful beach to reach higher ground. Judging by the position of the sun in the sky, it was getting to be later in the morning, which bode ill for one unaccustomed to wasting time with long rest. Just how long had she been out? Still, whatever happened last night, and despite the pitiable state she’d woken up in, she felt never better at the moment. She felt as if she could jump a couple hundred feet, sprint a dozen miles, or wipe the floor with the entire snickering lot of those blasted courtiers in a single sitting--the Blood was just that good. Long after the last drop disappeared its sumptuous tang hung around, filling her with pep. And since there was no time to lose, she directed her newfound energies to finding a way to go.
As with most seasides, the coastal land steadily slopes upward the farther Sephiroth went. Her eyes lay on a stony prominence that overlooked Creature Beach, the twisted palm atop it a lone sentinel staring back at the buried leviathan below. Getting up there presented no challenge, but once she attained that height, Sephiroth found quite the view stretched out around her. In one direction lay the ocean blue, ashimmer in the sun’s brilliant rays. It went on as far as the eye could see, with just a few islands here and there breaking the mold. Many of the little islands seemed inhabited, with a couple quaint houses apiece. Far to the south, across a good few miles of mixed land and water thanks to undulated coastline, she could see the piers towers of Limsa Lominscuttle Town. In the lowlands toward the southeast she could see mists swirling among the hanging branches of cypresses, willows, and mangroves--the outermost edge of the nightmare realm she penetrated and escaped from just a scant few hours ago. Directly east, the land continued to rise, turning to grassland and scattered forests, then to mountains. More foliage awaited to the north, although red and pink a ways off suggested a different variety.
When not focused on the big picture, Sephiroth could spot a couple points of interest. Situated in a clearing to the northeast she found a rustic village of thatch rooves and masoned stone. Unlike with the island houses offshore, however, she could detect the movement of people between the structures. Farther up the beach she also happened to spot what appeared to be a sprawling temple amid the shoals. All in all, nothing that particularly jumped out as a quick route to power, but ample opportunities for someone willing to make the most of things.
Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.<br><br>Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.</div>
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