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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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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Apokalipse said
FILTHY HERETICAL LIES!
Commander said
I like the forest.
Apokalipse said
I like it more.
I AM the forest.
Kaldis had been inspecting the handcart's structure before Sophia had exited the Guild, even though he already knew exactly what it was, how it holds together, and how much it can hold, he still always inspected anything he made closely. He supposed that it was a forced habit from his carpentry apprenticeship, even when formed with magic, a second inspection could never hurt; better to have the thing fall apart when you look at it than when you're standing on it. He hadn't anticipated anybody arriving before the hour was up, and as such was surprised when Sophia had somehow sneaked around him and complimented the hand cart.
He almost fell back onto the cart when he suddenly heard her compliment, his back barely balanced against the top of the cart's frame. Catching himself and regaining his balance, he bashfully scratched the back of his head, wasn't often that he got compliments on his work, and it made him glad someone thought it looked good. Still scratching the back of his head, he replied with a stammered: "I-it's nothing too special. I just threw it together to carry everyone's things." He saw a little twinkle in her eye when Sophia saw the wooden horse still attached to the wagon, and he considered for a moment keeping the thing, after all, she seemed to like it. When she asked if she could ride it, he sauntered over to where the horse stood, overall, it wasn't anything extravagant or detailed in the slightest, it was almost like a child's toy in its simplicity, the most and ONLY intricate part being the ball-joints along it's legs at the various connecting points.
He placed both his hands in the usual position near the ground, and began constructing a small step ladder that went up to around the center of the wooden mare's stomach. He turned back to her with a small smile tearing at his lips before saying: "Go right ahead, you can keep it if you want, I wasn't planning on using the wagon or the horse after the job." He patted the wooden horse's head, signaling that it was alright to get on.
He almost fell back onto the cart when he suddenly heard her compliment, his back barely balanced against the top of the cart's frame. Catching himself and regaining his balance, he bashfully scratched the back of his head, wasn't often that he got compliments on his work, and it made him glad someone thought it looked good. Still scratching the back of his head, he replied with a stammered: "I-it's nothing too special. I just threw it together to carry everyone's things." He saw a little twinkle in her eye when Sophia saw the wooden horse still attached to the wagon, and he considered for a moment keeping the thing, after all, she seemed to like it. When she asked if she could ride it, he sauntered over to where the horse stood, overall, it wasn't anything extravagant or detailed in the slightest, it was almost like a child's toy in its simplicity, the most and ONLY intricate part being the ball-joints along it's legs at the various connecting points.
He placed both his hands in the usual position near the ground, and began constructing a small step ladder that went up to around the center of the wooden mare's stomach. He turned back to her with a small smile tearing at his lips before saying: "Go right ahead, you can keep it if you want, I wasn't planning on using the wagon or the horse after the job." He patted the wooden horse's head, signaling that it was alright to get on.
Pudding said
Sooo cuuuuuuuute. We just have different tastes x3
Pudding said
He's kinda adorable though. i cant even
He always goes on about how much he wants to jam his fingers in someone's eyesockets, and lists his occupation as: Conductor of the Poop Train.
I can't find what part of that might be adorable.
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