Now if only the ball got rolling...
Woopa.
Woopa.
The Irish Tree Member
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STATUS: @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. 3 yrs ago
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@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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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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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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So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
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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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Not too sure about him being poisonous, tbh. Other than that he seems to be fine.
*punched out by a train*
*Hit by a train*
BUMP!
I think I'm going to make my character sometime tomorrow, and we'll probably start after one or two more join.
I like it. He's in. Three Hand Man as the One Man band.
Hey, Scarifar! Accepted. Always good to have a healer.
Appearance:
Name: Arthur Gray
Age: 21
Race: Boring ass human
Gender: Male
Backstory: Arthur has lived in Fireside all his life. Ever since he was young, he's been trying to attract women... and has always fallen short of success. He's tried sports, music, poetry, etc. and has never actually been able to pick up anyone of the opposite gender.
Aspirations or Desires: To score tons of chicks.
Skills prior to adventuring: Mediocre skill at lute, thinks he can write poetry, and somewhat good at dodging and throwing... dodge balls.
Personality: Arthur is an extreme optimist. If he ever gets sad or angry, just wait about ten seconds and he should be back to his usual chipper mood.
Good example of how damn simple a character sheet should be Guess. You're in.
Hopper was just...standing there. How could he just...get brushed aside like that? It was one thing for a normal limb to not be able to stop him, but Hopper's were beyond normal, beyond anything human...and with just a flick of his wrist, the Immortal had destroyed and mangled his left leg. Supported by Crosscut, Hopper hobbled along, watching in horror as The Immortal flung one of his teammates into the pit. That easy...for just one man to have all that power was shocking and horrifying to him. He wasn't even a meta, but he'd always been able to assist in some way, or to come up with a plan, but this? They were fighting a man who was beyond invincible, he was practically a god. His breathing growing shaky beneath his helmet, Hopper realized something. He was SCARED of the Immortal. Scared of the man who couldn't be hurt, scared of the man who could beat anyone he wished, scared that he'd kill him and everyone else in the team.
He was scared of a meta for the first time in his career.
But right now, the fear was being kept deep down, tucked somewhere in his chest as he started to not only fear, but HATE the Immortal. Such a man was using such power, such overwhelming force to push people aside and take lives. All for the sake of his own selfish self-sacrifice. Hopper had tried diplomacy and failed, tried force and failed, but now...now he wasn't being watched. Now another team mate was going to die. Now was the time to act.
A single leg was all Hopper needed to jump, though his balance was shaky, to say the least. But nonetheless, it was a ridiculous jump, one that no human could make alone. One with force that was impossible to match by anything but his legs. With shattering force, Hopper SMASHED his foot into The Immortal's back, willing to take him down before someone else had to die.
He was scared of a meta for the first time in his career.
But right now, the fear was being kept deep down, tucked somewhere in his chest as he started to not only fear, but HATE the Immortal. Such a man was using such power, such overwhelming force to push people aside and take lives. All for the sake of his own selfish self-sacrifice. Hopper had tried diplomacy and failed, tried force and failed, but now...now he wasn't being watched. Now another team mate was going to die. Now was the time to act.
A single leg was all Hopper needed to jump, though his balance was shaky, to say the least. But nonetheless, it was a ridiculous jump, one that no human could make alone. One with force that was impossible to match by anything but his legs. With shattering force, Hopper SMASHED his foot into The Immortal's back, willing to take him down before someone else had to die.
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