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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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@KoL
And Orin never got to touch fluffy tail...
Leading Archer away towards the main road to the town, Mesman clutched his stomach as they walked. "...Well...You and me, we're going to head into town and find a place to stay. Then, we're going to try and formulate a strategy for the war. We're going to town, and I don't know how long we're staying for. I suppose until the end of the war, is how long we're going to be here. I'm starving too, so yeah, let's get something. Meat sounds good right about now..." Looking back at Archer curiously at the last statement, he says: "Never really met a girl I like that much, but I'd say women for sure."

With all of Archer's questions answered, he made his way into the town, breaking through the morning fog with Archer in tow as he walked down the brick road of the German town, looking around for anything that resembled a hotel, or someplace to stay. Lo and behind, two layed before him. Weighing the option he had between the Inn and the Bed-N-Breakfast, he opted to go for the smaller place. "The other Masters will no doubt be here...besides, we need food now." he decided, a grumble of his stomach pressuring him to go towards the delicious smelling Bed-N-Breakfast. Bumping into the man with the hula shirt, he apologized promptly, blaming his lack of sight in one eye to himself as he opened the door. "Hallo" he greeted the owner and the children. "My sister and I were looking for a place to stay for a week or two." he explained in almost perfect German.
I'd like to apologize too, KoL. Fate RPs and I have a history, specifically one involving a lot of powergaming and a number of particularly douchey players. I won't go into detail, but when it comes to character creation in regards to the canon Nasuverse, I can get a little touchy/jumpy/paranoid. That's what happens to you when you as a GM have to deal with a player whose Master could initially only make small portals to move things through before the player controlling them decides to escalate it to dropping lighthouses on people and trying to dump the kaiju-sized big bad of the RP into the sun.

And then there was the time someone tried to get away with using the Riding skill to piggyback their Master into battle after their horse was killed...




...I wish to know more.
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REFER TO THE ABOVE POST!


Fucking crusader trap with his fucking tuba...
WHY IS HE GODDAMN EVERYWHERE?

HE'S EVEN HIDDEN IN THE BREAST SIZE CHART FOR ALL THE FEMALE SERVANTS!

HE'S LYING!
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Bingo, sir/ma'am! She's Charlemagne, but with a catch. She's actually a twin sister that took over her brother's place when he died of a disease while the two were still young. And yes, even bloody Arthur can't compare with someone that has been dubbed the Father of Europe among a million other things and had even his own Knights, the Paladins (who are all strong HSs, BTW). I'll base her of Astolfo like I should have from the very beginning and just crank her up a bit.

Probably I should have just copied my trap goddess from the get-go, really.



WHY IS HE WEARING STOCKINGS TO THE POOL?
.......

Boomp.
A chill ran down Mesman's spine as he heard his servant voice her desire to kill every servant...possibly even master. Putting a finger to her lips, he whispering: "Hey! Shh. That's not how we're going to do things..." After he spoke, he paid mind to the words of their mysterious gatherer. "...Mandrake..." he thought to himself, thinking that he might have heard that title before. Such an accolade was definitely to be associated with killing. After all, no simple magi gets a name denoting such a deadly beast...plant. Beast plant. Holding Archer's hand, he started to lead her away, not wanting to get into any fights at the moment.

"Alright, first thing's first, we gotta find a place to stay." he said, starting to try and think of how to play this. He knew that the Servants didn't really DIE persay once killed, even if people died when they were killed. The Throne of Heroes would just swallow them back up. As such, he started to wonder if he could end the war with no Master casualties. It'd certainly be difficult, but otherwise it'd denote that he'd have to take someone's life. People he didn't even know. Sighing deeply to himself, he covered his blind eye with his free hand. "...What the hell am I gonna do..."

The prospect of taking someone's life was an uneasy subject for him, he usually served to detain his targets rather than eliminate. He was no Judge, nor an Executitioner, but hey, he has served on a jury before.
Should this rp ever wind up with a Carnival Phantasm spinoff...

...The thought of that is putting a smile on my face.
A male servant finally.
Or cleverly hidden gender bend.


...You telling me Assassin isn't male?
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