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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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Then how are you going to fix it!



Stomach pumps and blood transfusions!

"The proof is not in the ale"


A blank stare crossed Leonard's face as the woman completely misunderstood what he was asking, to such an extent that a homophone was taken completely off the hook. Taking a moment to remove his face mask, Leonard clarifies his statement to the pink-haired woman. "Um...T-To tell the truth, I wasn't asking how good it was. I-I was more...more asking how much concentrated, pure ethanol is in your beverage."

Though, now that he thought about it, the drink did smell delicious, the ale's gloamy color seemingly calling to him. Shaking his head, he scratches the side of his unburnt cheek. "I-I shouldn't...Someone needs me somewhere around here." he reminded himself as he turned back to the fish-man. "Um...w-where is this person that needs a doctor? I-I have my equipment with me..." he said, still appearing rather nervous as he set the mug back down on the table the woman had it on. Lifting the left side of his cloak, he showed Abel that, lined in the various makeshift pouches and pockets that lined the inner-cloak were syringes, scalpels, medicine bottles, packets of various herbal mixtures, and even what appeared to be a jar filled with...something moving. "It's not...not much, but I'll do what I can."

"The Accidentally Macabre Doctor and the Rowdy Tavern"


Walking through the town was a rather peculiar sight, well, not for this world. A rather short man with deathly pale skin with a cloak that seemed to be worn out and ancient, as if he were a timeless traveler. Some made way for him as he walked down the streets, his slanted crimson eyes looking as people avoided him like the plague, all the while wondering: "...I-I don't smell that bad, do I? I washed this coat yesterday..." And, it was true. His dirty looking coat did indeed smell of fabric softener and lavender, if ever so slightly.

A little girl he passed by hugged her mother's leg, while he felt a tinge of pain in his throat. "M-M-M-Maybe I'm just cr-cr-creepy," he pondered, before dissapearing down an alleyway, to go crouch in a corner, dejected from his lack of social skills. The short doctor would spend a good half an hour there, finding a rather hungry looking cat to pet, before going off to replenish his supply of vodka. Worked fairly well as a cheap disinfectant, albeit a painful one. Nearly walking past a woman who appeared to be giving out single pitchers of ale for free, he stopped on his heel, hood and mask still covering most of his face as he asked: "...What p-proof is your alcohol?" as he looked judgingly at the ale, barely picking up his stutter fast enough to make it hard to hear. "Please don't think I'm creepy..." he pleaded mentally, accidentally glaring at the pink haired lady as he waited for her response.

Looking over to the other person who was there, a fishman, he noticed something very faint and very quick. Maybe it was the slight delay one might have when reacting with an injured body part, or the distinct scent of bandages over a bloodied wound, but he felt compelled to ask: "A-A-Are you injured? I'ma-a-a doctor," as he jittered nervously. This fish man was big, and RIPPED. And had a sword. Maybe he should have shut up and taken the free alcohol. "PLEASE DON'T THINK I'M CREEPY!"he mentally shouted, staring at the fish-man with accidentally intense eyes.
Now to figure out a way that Leonard could come in without getting decked in the face.

There is none. Probably.
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Its perfect don't change a thing!




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Know who also liked your seal better? Satan.




Aaaaaand there's a thing. Gimme seal or I cri.
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Gentaro will always be my favourite Rider, but Godai is also a good choice. ^_^



Mah ridda.
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Gentaro will never not be amazing. Only seconded by Godai in terms of broness.

(Where the fuck's my Fourze/Kuuga movie?)
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So would that make him... A swordfish? :D

...I'll see myself out.


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