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3 yrs ago
Current @SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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3 yrs ago
Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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4 yrs ago
Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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5 yrs ago
So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
5 yrs ago
Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.

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Am I the only one who wants a "Parent Day" in RWBY? I wanna see how badass Jaune's dad is.
Noire looked up at Celia as they wandered along; She could tell something was upsetting here, but, being a dog, couldn't really understand it. She looked and acted the same as normal, and within a moment the feeling was gone. Noire pushed the thought from her canine mind and simply followed, ogling and drooling at some of the wares. Jayce even had to stop her from trying to sneak a bite in at some of the meats...

At Celia's mention of the necessities, as well as her budget, Jayce looked up for a moment before saying: "...Hmm...I got about..." reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his plain, old leather wallet and sifted through it. "7030...We got plenty. Might as well stock up a bit extra for the party." Giving Celia a light wave, his ever present smile still there, he said: "Leave the bill to me; put that money to something more worthwhile. Got any allergies I should know about before I go get the stuff?"

Noire was just about to bite into some kind of sausage link before Jayce, in an almost terrifying motion, picked the dog up with his artificial hand. With his kindly smile now looking almost malevolent, he said: "Ya know Noire...maybe I'd be able to sell you for a couple thousand to the hunter's guild...bet they don't see your kind much..." at that threat, Noire settled down, behaving almost like a show-dog, sitting attentively, and ignoring her primal urge to eat those...delicious looking sausage links.
blaziken said
Sorry dudes, I'm deciding to drop out before I get started - I realised there's way too many people here for me, and I'm going to get lost and confused along the way. Sorreh friendlings!



Well, cya then champ. Guess we'll just have to hope someone fills up the spot before we get to the test.
phillmyster said
So, is Weis gonna explode near us? or are we in another landing pad? (or am I mistaken on when that happened)


I think I'm going to hold off on Weiss 'sploding for a bit, preferably until everybody posts that they got off the ship. At the latest, two days.
CrimsonWarrior55 said
Or Dani? She's made of metal


Well, couldn't she just cool down the metal, making it more brittle?
"...Not that one. Not that one either..." Beliya's thoughts raced rapidly as she looked around the cabin of the airship, glancing over each person in there; Many seemed like they would be strong, but their mannerisms betrayed her confidence. The occasional picked nose that the person hoped nobody'd seen, she saw. The hiccup that was quickly covered up, she'd heard. The...flatulent aspect of the human body...unfortunately, she smelt it nearby. She literally couldn't wait to get off the airship, just about everyone here had voided her interest for partnership, and she could have sworn that some were insane. Like the girl who seemed to be doing her best impersonation of an ostrich, or the...did she just kung fu kick a guy as she woke up? As stupid as that was, Beliya couldn't help but appreciate the speed of her reaction, the fluidity of the mo- no, wait, that was a fluke. She sighed as the announcement to disembark from the ship rang out, the cacophonous movement of a few dozen people entrapped her, and she walked out near the middle of the crowd.

The Academy's main building stood proudly before everyone walking out, the massive structure ensuring that those who passed the entrance exam would surely have a bright future, ironic given the name of the place. Her attention was caught by the man wearing full armor of a green color, who seemed to have some sort of helper drones flying about. Deciding that this man was intriguing, she wondered if those things were his weapon. Walking up to him, she tapped him on the shoulder, and asked with her typically dry tone: "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but wonder...are those things your weapons?"
Undying Curiosity said
Just to be sure, has my character been accepted?


Yeah, I can't add it to the op, so I gotta wait on Shadow for that.
paigesweetheart said
Are we supposed to reply on IC?


Uh...yes. Not sure if I'm mis-interpretting your question here.


Legends, stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite found of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains; Forgetting so easily that we are Remnants, byproducts born of a forgotten past. Man, born from Dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction, the creatures of Grimm, set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning Man's brief existence to the void.

However, even the smallest spark of hope, is enough to ignite change. And in time, Man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity lead them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named, Dust. Nature's Wrath in hand, Man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, Life. But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone...darkness will return.

So you may prepare your Guardians, build your monuments to a so-called Free-World, but take heed. There will be no victory in strength...But perhaps, Victory is in the simpler things, that we've long forgotten. Things that require a simpler, more honest soul.




On a particular day in a particular city, in a particular country on a particular world, an airship, marvel of Remant technology, was prepared to take off for its destination: Beacon Academy, the shining exemplar of Grimm Hunting academies. Carried on this ship were the future students of the prestigious academy, people from all over the world had trained and congregated here for this very day, in the hopes that they would pass the test and begin their journey to becoming Hunters and Huntresses of the vile scourge of the Grimm. People of all sizes, shapes, colors, and races were on board, all trained and armed. Some carried weapons forged from their own sweat, blood, and tears, some carried ancestral armaments that held more history than they themselves had seen, bearing strength behind their names as well as their arms.

Of the two ships approaching, some of you already know the story of the passengers of one; Yes, the one with the vomiting student. But that's not important right now, no, for the escapades of the passengers of the OTHER airship shall be the focus of our tale...
CrimsonWarrior55 said
Oh... by the by... no stealing or else Dani will bite your dick off. And yes, I mean that literally. She has done it before. She'll go right up until the release and... *CHOMP!* Sayonara, Mister Happy.


OH NOOOOOOOOOOO-
Wait, Leonard would never steal. *dick confirmed for safe*
CrimsonWarrior55 said



If Dani doesn't get a Sunlight Yellow Overdrive...

Imma be dissapoint.
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