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The Legend Of Zelda: Decendants Of The Heroes

Is my character from the first run of this good to go, or will there be some alterations to make?

Looking forward to dusting off my mute Sheikiri.

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So, who's up next?

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I would love to, but etiquette demands that I don't back-to-back post. Very sad. Have ideas, though, for when we get moving.

The Legend Of Zelda: Decendants Of The Heroes

With this being a millennium later, are there technological updates, or has the realm been under a period of Dark Age-y stagnation?

The Legend Of Zelda: Decendants Of The Heroes

On board.

The Legend of Zelda, Descendants of the Hero

Sure! Standing by with Cricket, unless you need any modifications done.

Gimmie a link.

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...meanwhile, at the arcade...

Another challenge issued. Another challenger defeated. The taste of victory was sweet upon the tongue of the masked luchador, his superior footwork destroying any hope of victory in those who stood before him.

Once more, the unnamed contender stepped down from the slightly elevated platform, head held low in submissive understanding of one simple fact: The fuzzy masked man had met the challenge, and responded with a thorough beating. His defeat was within the realm of possibility, though it was slim. His motions showed the experience of many years; his coordination and muscular control exemplary. Plus, he seemed to have the Devil’s own luck.

It would take a very special person, perhaps a Meta, to upstage El Sasquatcho in Dance Dance Revolution.

Computer generated anime girls, with their pigtails and huge eyes, congratulated the hairy wrestler with leaps of joy and flashing kanji speech bubbles. The other half of the dance area had a similar digital crowd on the screen, looking significantly more morose. Taking the opportunity for a victory pose, El Sasquatcho lifted himself to an effortless handstand on the perpendicular guard rails around his own dance spot, flashing lights of differing colors taking turns illuminating his mask.

With a cry of “Revolución!!”, El Sasquatcho dropped back to his original, upright position and awaited the next person brave enough to meet him in the arena of DDR.

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I've got a post started in the TPad for those of us at the Arcade, if anyone wants to contribute something to it.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

The chilling feeling that just crawled underneath his skin was either surprise or dread. Or both. Nevertheless, Keystone kept his exterior calm, or at least made a good showing of it. He slid off his pack and let it fall behind him. It connected with the earth with a sense of finality.

“There’s a lot about this I don’t know, Glith. There’s a right and fair statement.” His hat followed suit, on top of the pack. He began to unbutton his robe. His apprehension was quickly replaced with a sense of grim determination.

“It’s also a fair statement that you’ve been busy this week, snuffing out a lot of good men and women. Including a Knight, last of his line. Half-Orc, fought with a scythe. His name was Raa Tel'Nimras.” His robe and kunai were cast aside, also atop his pack behind him.

Rage flickered in his soul. Not enough to overwhelm his judgement, but a controlled burn that sharpened his senses and clarified his intent. He allowed himself to feel it, the warm caress of anger, but set it to the side. It was still there, granted, but it held no control over his actions. Keystone exhaled, purging his mind of thoughts immaterial to the present, and tightened his hands around his signature brass knuckles. His foot slid back, weight shifting as he took a lower stance just as Shein-Fang had demonstrated would properly suit his fighting style.

He nodded to Glith. Maybe the bastard would come back again after this. Maybe not. Didn’t matter, this had to be addressed now. The challenge could not go unanswered forever, and the Red Wizards of all people shouldn’t be fighting his battles for him. Keystone started this journey as a brawler and bouncer turned mercenary. Today, if it was to be his last, he wanted to leave as a Monk. Occidental, eclectically trained, but still quite lethal.

“And you’re damned right I want to do this again. The right way."

Keystone breathed he command word for his bracers, and brought the fight to Glith. Hard.

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The indomitable and quite tall Ves was the first to arrive at the Vato Truck, and seemed to bound into the back with a sense of glee disproportionate to the nature of the outing. "Glad to see you out, Hermanita. El Sasquatcho doesn't suppose you would happen to have a Tic-Tac on your person, would you?"

Following shortly thereafter came Caitlyn and Chester, giving sincere compliments to the El Camino. "Thank you, Parasita. El Sasquatcho picked her up quite by accident at the age of 16. Holdover from Shop Class, you see. We fixed her up by mistake (long story), and I got to drive her out of the garage. Been with me ever since."

He gave a sincere chuckle at the Chester's inquiry. "She has cupholders, sir. Other than that, the Vato truck is factory standard rebuilt. Maybe El Sasquatcho should install a better sound system eventually... So, is this everybody that is coming?"