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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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Chiaki Uehara


An even larger, almost Cheshire grin tore at Chiaki's lips once Phantom Step went on cooldown and her pal said that she was allowed in on the party. Even if she didn't know them, she kinda assumed that by association with Meren they were alright enough. Besides, now she'd have a mobile captive audience to help kill some oni. Taking a peek at the party status screen once her request was accepted, the foxtail would kind of look over the party members. "Double Assassin, Samurai, Cleric, aaand Me." she said in her thoughts. Lots of damage, a little healing, and a smidgen of off-tanks. That wouldn't be so great...although, maybe she'd be able to use her Lion Dirge to mitigate Hate along with Battle Conduct. Regardless, the foxtail came out of hiding her racial features with her tail and ears poofing back into existence where they rightfully ought to be. Fluffy Crises averted, Chiaki would use her Phantom Step once more to zoom around her party members to get a look at their general gear. Maybe if one assassin specialized in ranged attacks that would be better...but none of them seemed to have a bow or crossbow.

"Well, if we don't have anyone else, we'll just have to manage a couple extra roles. Lemme know if any of your MP bars start needing a boost. Let's get ready to kick some ass!" she said, afterimages vanishing before her fingers danced across the strings of her guitar, a gentle melody coming out despite the rather ghastly appearance of her instrument. A lightness of feet and a feeling of energy would be in everyone's feet as the Fawn's March took effect. It wasn't super speed, but it sure was nice to not have to waste time. Especially since Meren had one heavy shield. Regardless of whether the party was actually behind her or not, Chiaki would begin walking wherever the heck they were supposed to be going, practically skipping and clicking the heels of her boots together as she went. She seemed...way too pumped for this, keeping the song going even as she bounded down the street.
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Hello?



Kinda wanted to wait so I wouldn't post right after, b-but I guess I'll work on a post tomorrow. Today. Staying up late makes the concept funky.
@The Irish Tree But he already has a wife! Who he insists to himself that he's not actually married to, since he's been told to have sex with her in order to make sure her biology isn't still geared towards only producing monstergirls, but apparently that process is simpler for monsters than for humans for lack of ceremony, so whatever. And, uh, if anybody else wants to get involved in being a part of a harem serving Mark, they're going to have to get themselves some PURIFICATION up in this biznitch. Probably from Mark. Bare minimum, mind.



Some white hot purification juice all over them. And inside. Kinda on the floor too. What a hero.

@The Irish Tree

It's okay, we all make mistakes. Though it's kinda weird that you would expect an Apophis in a temperate region.

Chains and tail and pointy ears made me think Apophis.

that and I'm a degenerate that thought it would be adorable
@The Irish Tree

The woman who you were talking to wasn't a snake woman. She is a Dark Priest. They generally look like this.

No need to change your post though. Just letting you know since you'll be meeting her in the future.



I THOUGHT IT WAS AN APOPHIS! I legit forgot that Dark Priests have tails at all tbh.

>Marxello's heading off to Ambran!
>And the two monsters who joined him on that quest are going along with him.

Well that isn't ideal for him. I mean, dwarves also, but if they get to Ambran and Mark's seen with Syszi and Tue, he's instantly branded a traitor for life by that city and probably every other city in sight. So... you know, he has to work around that now. Thanks, Paul.


And so began the reluctant hero's harem of gaggles of Monstergirls that just so happen to fall for a big strong man with an unwavering sense of justice. Magnus will be rooting for you.
And so, Magnus the Barchairious has completed his quest and has gained infinitely more comfort for all.

Fear his lumbar supporting powers!

dumb shit like what I just said is why i need to learn to sleep


Huh. No...priests? Magnus was frankly confused, but figured that maybe he wasn't actually a resident of this port and instead had traveled here...but wait, then how would he know his friend was... Magnus' head was starting to overflow a bit with the possibilities of what-ifs about the priest, but he made sure not to forget his gratitude to the nice purple snake woman. "I see...t-thank you for your time then Miss." he said, bowing respectfully while taking great care not to bonk her with his horns before leaving to go and find some chairs.

"That lady was right...there's so many chairs in these!" Magnus thought excitedly as he fumbled around in an abandoned house on his own, before giving one of the chairs a good 'ol sit test. Creaky, and barely able to hold his weight...must mean its just fine for normal people. Somewhat dissapointed that his girth wouldn't hold in these chairs, he figured that these would have to do for now...free was better than nothing by a long shot, especially if it meant he could at least earn some favor with everyone else. It was a lot easier to talk to people if they liked you, after all. So, gathering up a veritable mountain of twenty some chairs, Magnus made off like some kind of mad Chair Bandit as he started his journey back to the guild, holding eight bundled chairs a piece in his arms, and four dangling off his horns. It was goofy, but it wasn't like he wanted to spend the money to hire a ride back. Besides, Minotaurs had stamina to spare. With a small smile present on his face underneath his helmet, the young Minotaur felt pride in having completed his first job. Now he was one step closer to...well...not being a weenie.
Chiaki Uehara


Slow...slow...slooooooow...the day was fucking boring for a certain disinterested foxtail. A couple of the usual of people trying to mope and somehow magically go home while she scratched at her ears, still not quite used to the feeling. Almost got ganked outside the city yesterday, and now most people in the city were too pussyfooted to take a step out. Well...not like street concerts made her any gold nowadays. People were tight pursed since PKers started basically being bandits. Regardless, there wasn't much to do moping at a cramped room at the local inn and so she opted to talk a walk outside her room once more with The King, polished and tuned to perfection as she strutted on out, taking a moment to hide her racial traits. Last thing she needed was someone asking to touch her tail...weirdos.

Town center was just where she happened to be when the announcement of an event going on occured. "Huh...I think I remember something like this happening before...ah well, gold's gold." she thought to herself, putting her hands behind her neck as she tried to find anybody tolerable in the crow-WAIT WAS THAT MEREN? Aw hell yeah! She knew that minidress armor from anywhere!

Smiling as she removed her hands from behind her neck and instead cracking them, Chiaki bounced up and down on her feet three times before a streak of violet light took her place and zipped through the crowd at about torso level for a normally sized human, Phantom Stepping her way right behind Meren to tap her on the shoulder, then Phantom Step once more in front of her, leaving an after image behind her. "Hey hey, Meren! Long time no see!" she said before Stepping behind Meren once more, leaving another image in front as she'd done before. "Wanna team up and beat some ass? The King's been doing great! Can play it even better now." she added, before dashing forward again, a smile tearing at her lips. "Soooo...you down?" she asked as her afterimages faded, the foxtail beaming at the prospect of something to DO.
And I'm back. I'll try to update as soon as possible.


Since I'm a procrastinating fuck, if I don't get a post up before you update, you can just have Magnus head back to the guild with like, a million chairs.
"Amanda Emilton...Zeke Gabrielle...And..." Maisy thought to herself as she ran a pencil down the newly formed confirmed list of students before getting to a familiar Last-Name G. Vincent. Looking at the paper crossly as if it'd just spat on her hand, she practically tore it apart with her pencil, a gigantic hole punched in the middle from her trying to cross Vincent's name off. Pouting now that one page was ruined, Maisy just sighed and crumpled it up before sinking her head into her pile of papers. From the bags under her eyes, most people could tell that she hadn't been getting much sleep...mostly because she'd been busy accounting for literally every single possible student on the registry who had joined Dark Dorm. Evaluating and compiling them based on Academic Ranks, Dueling Capability, Underwear Wrinkles, and Quickness to join Dark, she was coming up blank as to who could possibly be the "Exec" that Lite had mentioned, as well as trying to remain above average in her subjects, duel theory, duel philosophy, and duel economics classes...don't ask about the economics.

Regardless, it was clear that all of it was crashing down on Maisy like a wave, and for what? For a list that nobody but her is going to bother reading? Sighing once more to herself, Maisy slumped her back and was super tempted to try and catch up on like...two months worth of not-full sleep, but then she'd blow her final duel day. Undecided on her opponent, she would look over at the list of people she thought she stood a decent chance against...all crossed off. No way. Taking a deep breath in and exhaling, blowing a couple of papers about, Maisy then slapped her cheeks with her hands and gathered her crap up and got up to go put it away in her dorm room before starting the day properly instead of with a half empty cup of coffee and a migraine. Dunking the bits of unneeded paper from her collection after having thoroughly scribbled out each name to ensure nobody knew, Maisy steeled her resolve and went off to find her opponent!

...After a trip to the girl's room. Coffee shot through her quick.

Once that was done with however, she'd go right off to hunt down her opponent. Sneaking in very quietly to the normally empty-ish library Maisy wasn't at all surprised to see her target hiding from his "friends", at which she smirked, heading over behind him and giving him a soft tap on the shoulder. "Psssst...wanna duel me?" she asked, her smile probably seeming like a mad, inescapable Cheshire's Grin to Lite. She knew all his hiding spots...especially since he kinda wasn't very subtle about it. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna extort you or anything this time...just a good old duel for our last exam day, alright?" she added, trying to make sure he didn't do that thing where he cried and screamed...kinda awkward in a library.
If you guys don't have anything to post about, tell me. I'll work with you.


I'm just a lazy fuck, so I've kinda been wavering in terms of motivation. But I'll try and either start or outright post today.
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