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theawesomeally · 4 years ago

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Before We Met (Preview)

Prologue

In a world inhabited by mythic creatures, love was commonplace several millennia ago, though difficult to master. After his training advances over the decades, his powers became obsolete and were largely discarded.

[The camera zooms in on the city and two blazing specks of light dash all over the place as one shoots lasers at the other. We then see an enemy aircraft flying throughout while it's chasing a young man, who is running from the pursuer. We see full closeups of a guy in his craft and Rocky as he runs. The scene freezes after an explosion with Rocky barely missing it.]

[voice over]

Through the years I have been known by many names. Marshmallow, The Furry Lover, The Daredevil, Frisky Two Times and then The amazing Ryan Reynolds. But to most, I am Rocky, the awesome one!

[Some other women, leaning across the wall, and Rocky getting his shades from his pocket. Put it onto his eyes. While he puts his hoodie onto his shoulders. Rocky was dressed like a gentleman, but he fought with honor or dignity and pulled at the knot into his tie. Females are not meant to grab his attention, and if it does. To be fair, he heard most of what he'd said up to this point. The parts that weren't of his interest, anyway.

Okay, maybe that wasn't much]

His sigh is heavy with exasperation,

"Can you keep your dick in your pants at the gala?"

Grab his phone from his pocket, automatically switching it out of Bluetooth mode, and bring his earphone up to his ear.

I will never forget you, Margarita. [The female stops and cringe after hearing the name. His blue prominent eyes were not well adapted to winking. They were rather of the sort that closes solemnly in slumber with majestic effect.

Rocky pretend to consider as Rocky step out of the car and button his tux jacket. "Hmm."

"Nice wheels, sir," the valet says, unconcerned that he was on the phone. Rocky pull out his wallet and flash a fifty-dollar bill. "Take care of her and this is yours."

"Yes, Mr. Rocky."

"I mean, Rosa. Uh...sorry. I think maybe I should go.???." She wrapped her arms over her chest and shook her head with a smirk curved across her face. Rocky grinned and raised an ironical finger in salute Rocky starts backing away. "You can't get away with it." the security guard muttered, holding out one hand. He was moving very slowly, thinking Rocky was the enemy or something. Blinks at her as a farewell, but glance with a smug as he sees the vampire's ring. Mind was so wrapped up in thought that he didn't notice the familiar vampire standing behind him. A vampire with bad breath psycho. "Hey, come on, dickie! You're trashing public property here!" He is thinking about how he had to sneaked up onto the roof and is currently standing a few feet behind him.

Rocky then gently slides the ring off the vampire's finger using his katana.

Light glinted off a myriad of his Katana and the vampire ring. Spray from the dust to blew up into his face, but sweat more than seawater moistened his palms as he gripped the eagle. His eyes were as blue while the vampires eyes were cold as the stormy weather.

"Hey, it's Gale calling," says Rocky called over his shoulder to one nefarious vampire. "Love the shiny suit. Really brings out the sex trafficker in your eyes." Rocky had commented, half jokingly and straight up confident, how that guy would have been considered handsome - if he ever bothered to smile.

Cut to a shot of a cliff.

A grim expression again carved itself into the soldier's face as he gazed up at the jeering vampires, their bodies smeared with blood, upon the cliff tops. Even the most cowardly of tribes in Gaul would fancy its chances from such advantageous ground, one being was mused. The sound of their jeers was occasionally accompanied by the high pitched swish of an arrow, as the odd archer tried his luck. Invariably the missile would zip harmlessly into the sea, or at best a thud could be heard as it struck as a human shield or the solid surface of the earth.

Cut back to the fighting scene. Rocky is skewering a guy with his swords, and kicks the vampire in the chest, sending him back down and puts his sword away. The guy gasp and starts fighting with Rocky. This continues for awhile until Rocky get's away again. Using two fingers he salute the vampire as a goodbye.

Making a soft chuckle. He flicks the vampire ring up into the air. It comes back down and lands into one of the streets, causing his background to explode. The shards of fire fell in slow motion behind him.

He is consumed in the explosion, as his body can be seen flying off the ground, flipping off the camera as it goes. "Oh, fuck." Rocky mutter under his breath. "Oh, I'm sorry." A small apology leaving his lips with a smirk.

"That will teach you, not to mess with me," A familiar voiced ask, up righting his head as he walk over the circles and appeared in front of him,

(narrator)

So, I know what you're thinking. Why is that incredibly handsome guy being chased by a madman with a huge shiny fangs from the Civil War?

[The scene freezes after an explosion sending Rocky flying off the ground from the ground. After the dust settles, leaving Rocky lying unconscious on the ground.]

This guy's got the right idea. Well, to be honest, it feels like I've been the captain of my whole life. Is this too much? Am I going too fast? It's kind of what I do--You know what? Let's back up.

[We see the whole fight going in reverse as well as frames of future clips for a split second each time, one passes as Rocky mimics a rewind sound effect] Cut to close-up of Rocky gets up to his feet. Cut to him sitting on the side of the gable roof at night. Wondering how long it would be before he saw the city again. He had been born with a wandering heart, and he embraced adventure, unafraid to face the dangers often presented by journeys into unknown places. Leaving civilization behind for the wilds of the frozen north, legs dangling over the side as he listens to his Walkman next to him playing 'Shoop.' Rocky was vaguely singing along, making hand gestures along with the lyrics, but he was focused on his own drawing, while listening to the music and coloring a picture with crayons. We see that the picture he's drawing is him shooting the vampire in the head, he was doing it with some crayons he had with him.

It was fun to see that getting shot in the head, even if it was just a crayon drawing. He'd never soon change it to a reality. And then turned his head and stared directly at the camera, or the person reading, or just whoever balls happened to be paying a lot of attention to him.

Wha- Oh! Oh, hello. I know, right? Who's balls did I have to snap to get my very own story? I can't tell you, but it does rhyme with dick. And let me tell you; he's got a nice pair of fucking underwear, he finished in an Swedish accent.

They'd get that joke, right?

Anyway, I got places to be, a kiss in the ass to fix, and - oh! hot weird vampire to kill.

He watched eagerly as the flashes of light began to appear below him – lots of rippers were a very dramatic little shit, after all – we're panning quickly towards the edge of the roof he was sitting on. Now having an appointment to keep, Rocky was quick to get onto edge of the roof and, in one fluid motion, opens a music playlist called Tunes of Anarchy on his Walkman, and the song "Where Evil Grows" by The Poppy Family stays playing in the background as he jumped off the roof, landing in one of the coolest bar in Mystic Falls. It seemed that they had been drinking peacefully, listening to 'Angel of the Morning,' but when Rocky landed and that's when their peaceful night was over.

They look around for which they finally see as Rocky stands at a wooden doorway wearing a cowboy hat, black sunglasses, and red a white hoodie as he opens a music playlist called Tunes of Anarchy on his Walkman. Opens up and the door swings open and the music resumes with people dancing and lights flashing as he goes inside the bar.

Nothing.

Absolutely positively not a fucking thing.

First one person turned, noticing him. Then more followed, until the whole patron was hushed, waiting. Everyone was watching, the same bewildered look on all of their faces. Eyebrows raised and narrowed eyes, etc. God, for months he'd played this moment over and over inside his mind. It most definitely never turned out like this. Whatever this was.

As he walks up to the bar. The room was narrow and about 90 feet deep. Light did manage to worm its way into the establishment, though. It seeped through the windows scattered along the walls, and through the gaps in the door between its wooden panels. A bar on the left at the front, then some upholstered horseshoe benches, then a cluster of freestanding tables on what, on other nights, might have been a dance floor. Then the stage, with the band on it. The band looked as if it had been put together by accident after a misfiling incident at a talent agency. The bass player was a stout old black guy in a suit with a vest. He was plucking away at an upright bass fiddle. The drummer could have been his uncle. He was a big old guy sprawled comfortably behind a small, simple kit. The singer was also a harmonica player and was older than the bass player and younger than the drummer and bigger than either one.

The guitarist was completely different. He was young and white and small. Maybe 20, maybe 5-foot-6, maybe 130 pounds. He had a fancy blue guitar wired to a crisp new amplifier and together the instrument and the electronics made sharp sounds full of space and echoes. The amp must have been turned up to 11. The sound was incredibly loud. It was as if the air in the room was locked solid. It had no more capacity for volume. But the music was good. The three black guys were old pros, and the white kid knew all the notes, and when and how and in what order to play them. He was wearing a red T-shirt and black pants and white tennis shoes. He had a very serious expression on his face. He looked foreign. Maybe Russian.

I watched them for a minute, and then I looked away. My name is Rocky, and once I was the most wanted man, with heavy emphasis on the past tense. I have been out nearly as long as I was in. But old habits die hard. I had stepped into the bar the same way I always step anywhere, which is carefully. One-thirty in the morning. I had ridden the train to West and walked south on Sixth Avenue and made the left turn on San Francisco bar and checked the sidewalks. I wanted music, but not the kind that drives large numbers of patrons outside to smoke.

His attention was taken away from patrons. It was at that point that he saw the young beautiful woman alone at her table, Her name tag read Katy, and her shirt clung tightly around her chest. Her hands worked quickly and gracefully with the bottles as she poured them another and took the empty's away.

I watched her in the gaudy, reflected light, with the music shrieking and pounding all around me. The two guys watched her. Her bodyguard watched her. She watched the guitarist. He was concentrating hard, key changes and choruses, but from time to time he would lift his head and smile, mostly at the glory of being up on the stage, but twice directly at the girl. The first of those smiles was shy, and the second was a little wider.

What met my eyes was a beautiful girl with golden hair and a bright smile that melted my heart. She was blond and blue-eyed, American woman who have a glow, and a smoothness complexion. She lives in New York, singing, listening to a band, and I was in love with her angelic voice. That was clear. There I was, a guy further back in the room, stood in the room staring at her. I was 6ft tall, wide man with a white hoodie and a black leather jacket under a hoodie. She was part of the reason I was here with her back in a city when we were at the age of 19 or less.

It wasn't the kind of glossy place that had a policy about dating rich girls, either for or against. Some call it a gold digger, and I guessed they had looked at her and her minder and made a snap decision against trouble and in favor of tips.

The part of her gaze that wasn't wary was filled with adoration, and it was all aimed in his direction. She was rich. She was alone at a table near the stage and she had a pile of A.T.M fresh twenties in front of her and she was paying for each new bottle with one of them and she wasn't asking for change.

She was a waitress and I loved her.

The woman stood up. She butted the lip of her table with her thighs and shuffled out from behind it and headed for the counter in back. I got there first. The sound from the band howled through it. The ladies' room was halfway down. The men's room was all the way at the end. Rocky leaned on the wall and scanned the room. As Rocky watched her walk in and squeeze through the crowd and she sat down on the bar stool, 1 feet away from him.

"Hey, Raoul, look what this kid dragged in. Oh, wait! That is the guy!," but they didn't hear. Too much noise. He caught them by the elbows, one in each hand. They spun around, as if ready to fight, but then they stopped. Fortunately for him, the first two who approached her were quick to heed her dismissal. She wasn't there to mingle with huge ass in leather jackets. She was just there to grab a drink and relax and pretty sure she made that pretty clear when she shot the first couple of idiots down.

The third guy, however, wasn't ready to take no for an answer.

"How about you let me buy you a drink, sweetheart?"

Their sex appeal eyes pried upon their eyes from the television screen above the bar and looked at the newcomer. With his hair greased back and one-size-too-big biker jacket on, the guy looked like prime wife-beater material. Perfect. Just what they needed to interrupt his evening.

"Thanks, but I'm good," she said curtly, gesturing to the beer bottle in front of her.

"That's it? You're gonna chug that shitty beer and call it a night? Come on, let me get you a real drink."

She scoffed. "What? Like those idiots you got over there?" she glanced past him at the table where he and a couple of his friends had been sitting.

"It's a warm-up. Trust me, honey, we're just getting started over there. You should join us."

She wanted to roll her eyes. "Like I said, I'm good."

She made the move to turn away and focus her attention back on the football game on the television when the guy grabbed her by the arm.

"What the hell's your problem?" This guy gripped her arm tightly, this guy's face practically scrunched up in a beastly snarl. "I don't like to be ignored, y'know?"

She yanked her arm out of his grip and stood up to face him directly. She knew pretty damn well where the conversation was headed and sure as hell were not about to get in a bar fight with their ass glued to the seat.

Before she could open her mouth, a familiar voice spoke up from behind her.

By hearing it and raising their head to turn to his voice, her smile grew a tad wider, recognizing the voice immediately. They simply looked so annoyed, at least much more than usual. His lips pulled into a tight frown, while their eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed, back hunched over slightly if you'd look hard enough. Yep, those guys are just being grumpy as usual, but seemingly much more grumpy, except with their eyes laced with the slightest bit of concern. For herself, most likely.

The said person stopped, and looked over their shoulder to the voice. She put on a mellow look close to her usual one. Confrontation- unnecessary confrontation- was not exactly his thing. He tended to avoid fights like these. He could hold his ground better than most, but he preferred to keep out of the brawls and spats that others got involved in.

A voice caught his ear, she sounded like she needed help, despite the overconfident tone the stranger used. "Look, I don't wanna interrupt, but is this guy bothering you?" he looks up at her and says greeted casually, as casual as someone could be hanging for dear life. She looked up at me, startled that he was there. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you up?" he softly asked, when she turned to get a good look at the stranger in his handsome voice. She wasn't expecting the sight she was met with. A pair of piercing blue eyes smiled over her, puffing out her cheeks childishly when she looked at him. After she looked to her right to find Rocky taking his place beside her. Her pinkish lips turned up in a small smile as she ducked her head briefly with a laugh before tucking her hair behind her ear, "No, you did not," she said. He couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice. She turned her head to look at him, catching his gaze with her own. He gave a small smile, stroking her hair softly with his index. "So, What exactly are you doing here?" she said softly, trying to maintain an even tone of voice.

"Oh you know, I was just passing through the neighborhood when I thought I caught a whiff of filthy human garbage coming from this place," he said,

"And sure enough here I am."

Desire pools dark and deadly in his groin. Gaze up at her, releasing her lip. Katy flush a deep crimson in her cheeks, and he runs his index finger down her cheek before handing her the headphones. "I'd like to kiss you, too, but you won't let me down, are you?." Rocky asked her. Besides, he's pulled the straps so tight he can barely move.

Amused smile on his lips, he's wearing his enigmatic half smile. He glances down at her, light blue-gray eyes alive, he glances up when she looks at his way and their eyes lock. And in that brief moment, she was paralyzed, staring at the impossibly handsome man who gazes at her with some unfathomable emotion. His gaze hot, burning into her, as they lost for a moment staring at each other.

It's there in the air between them, that electricity. It's palpable. He can almost taste it, pulsing between them, drawing them together.

"Oh my," she gasps as she basks briefly in the intensity of this visceral, primal attraction. The two men stood back, saying nothing, but looking at him with hard eyes.

Katy had, somehow, stammered out some sort of reply that must have made her look insane. Coby, hearing her, had come over to check on her and had ended up having her go make Rocky's a drink while they chatted. Ever since that first meeting, though, Katy had completely fallen for Rocky. There was something about his smile, or maybe it was his eyes? Whatever it was, it made Katy's entire body feel light as a feather.

To be continued....

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rametarin · 4 years ago

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Watched a playthrough of FF6 recently.

I guess between all the bouts of grinding and level exploring I never realized just how melancholy that game is in tone when you focus on the main story from A to Z.

It’s not depressing, but goodness gracious. Most of the character development is tragic.

Like, Terra. What is she? She’s introduced as the captive mind-slave and personality robbed war machine for an actual evil empire. She’s the bi-racial spawn of fairies and humans (Fight me on that term. I dare you. I dare you, fucker. Fight me on my classification of her father’s race as fey.) that was an unwitting attack dog. Upon heading to a neutral arctic country, she meets a frozen fey-dragon entombed in ice. Trying to interface with her causes her machine to explode and brings her into the care of a man in town that opposes the empire. He frees her mind. Now this poor little half-fairy faun has to cope with the existential terror of suddenly being a person instead of a CPU for war machine.

So she makes friends with a world traveling treasure hunter, meets a dashing young engineer and prince of a techno-kingdom, his brother the weightlifting kung-fu dude, and joins an anti-empire resistance movement, knowing just the weight of what’d happen if that empire gained control of all the fairy-magic.

Well not too long after she defends Narshe from another Imperial attack and attempt to seize the entombed fairy-dragon. Again, she interfaces with the fairy-dragon. This time, the fairy-dragon awakens the other half of her heritage.

Terra sees her own transformed body and flies into a complete dysphoric tantrum where she flies off trying to escape from her own body, burning through the sky and screaming like a pink furred, yellow eyed demon. She burns parts of entire towns just buzzing them gibbering for human contact and help and all anybody sees with her whizzing by is a screaming monster before their houses and shops catch fire or are blown apart.

The party locate her in the top room of the tallest building in a city full of liars, thieves and degenerates, but she’s bedridden. Any time she wakes up she freaks out and knocks herself out or passes out at the reality of her own transformed state. They don’t know exactly how to help her. Then another fey person appears and lays it down; she’s not human. She’s not just some garden variety experiment from the Empire to endow human beings with magic. She’s full on, real deal, offspring of a Fair Folk and a human woman that strayed too close to the Other Side. The man reveals he escaped from the Empire’s torturous mechanical fortress where they suck the magic right out of the fairy-people and reduce them to immobile, pathetic lumps of the creatures they used to be. And also that they turn into magic crystals when they pass away. Where he proceeds to just.. let himself die for the party’s benefit. They receive their first Summons and ways to learn magic from the crystals.

His only request is they find their way to the Empire’s magitek facility, free the fairy-folk, and shut the abominable site down.

Well, after a detour to get an airship, they do so. They find a whole bunch of fey-folk in glass tubes being drained of life. Among them, Terra’s father. Maduin. But it’s too late. The Fey-Folk explain that their lives have been drained too much- there’s nothing left to save. They gift their remains to the party to help stop the Empire and become magicite/materia.

Only when you bring back the still psychoactive remains of Terra’s father, let him interface with Terra, let him show her her origins from HIS perspective, how he met her mother, how they formed a relationship in the fey-world, show him how the Emperor and the Empire invaded the magic realm, does Terra stop seeing her existence as monstrous and relax back into her human state. Now able to transform.

After you confront the Empire and fail, causing the world to go through a reshaping apocalypse as the bad guy co-opts the god statues, your party is scattered throughout the remade world.

Terra has taken up residence in a town that was devestated by Kefka’s godlike Light of Judgement- basically a laser beam that sundered the world. Where most of the adults perished protecting the children from horrible monsters and fiends unleashed from the broken world. They call he mama, now. She’s taking care of dozens of orphans in a town ravaged by destruction.

But by the time you find her again, she’s lost her will to fight. In trying to defend the town from an ancient monster, Phunbaba. She gets beaten near to death. So, the party rescues her. It looks like Terra is never going to rejoin your party and help save the world. She has to mother hen these lost orphans.

You come back later and fight Phunbaba again. Terra emerges and goes Super Fairy Saiyan and joins your party to fight him. After defeating him, she stands there in the town, monster-up. The children approach her and recognize her as Terra- whom they just call, ‘mama.’

She explains that she loves them, but has to leave them to join the party and help save the world from monsters like that. But she’d be back for them. Rather than be afraid of the Burning Pink Monster, they praise her and wish her well on her adventure and hope she returns home before the 17-18 year old couple have their first baby.

Moving on, they finally meet Kefka in his tower. Which he has dubbed, his monument to non-existence. Kefka doesn’t want to do anything but end life itself or make it suffer. That’s his whole bag. He finds amusement and joy in the suffering and oblivion of other people. Final fight ensues. They win.

But the tower starts falling apart. They have to escape. While fleeing, the fey-crystals start disappearing- without the goddess statues and Kefka grounding the two different worlds, the feywild and the material world, the two are separating again. Maduin contacts his daughter again and tells her she is of two worlds; there’s a risk that she may be drawn into the fey-world with them, or simply ripped apart from the genes out. Unless she has a strong attachment to this world and the people in it, then she might... MIGHT..... have a chance to survive and live in that world. If she believes hard enough.

Terra transforms again into her flying pink furry monster mode and guides the airship out of the collapsing heap of a tower/castle as it comes down, as magic starts to fade from the world. Like a big monstrous Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.

She starts to fade out. Losing her magic. She reverts, and the airship catches up, where she lands on the deck in a heap. Checking to make sure she’s still alive, she’s just barely. But she’s alive. Her Fey-side forever shut off, however.

She went from personality robbed, shell of a person, to confused purposeless soul screaming into the ether not knowing where she came from or what her purpose was, to understanding who she was and where she came from, to making contact with humanity around her, to eventually saving it and attaching herself to the planet and its people strong enough to escape death and save her friends.

There’s no saving the people that died when the world went to shit, there’s only rebuilding and moving on. But, she did it.

Terra’s story is probably the longest in the game, but they’re all basically similar.

The biggest problem is if someone tried to make this game into a movie, probably the whiplash of the major plot points would just be a cryfest.

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crusherthedoctor · 5 years ago

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I can’t help but wonder if Ian downplaying Eggman’s evil in IDW compared to Archie is because he feels lime that’s accurate to Sega! Eggman. SatAM and Archie Robotnik were just the furry version of hitler, but Eggman has more nuance than that. It doesn’t hurt that the early 2000s are the time fans swear up and down are the best writing the series has. You know that time where Eggman was always pushed to the sides for the quote unquote better villains and Ian is following that writing.

If that’s the logic that’s being used for IDW, then it only adds merit to what I’ve been trying to warn fans about for years: That white knighting everything about the Adventure-Black Knight era will end up reviving all of it, including the bad.

Needless to say, if the games decide to take a cue from IDW and bring back Eggman getting upstaged every installment, Sonic’s friends having questionable gameplay styles that make everyone hate on them all over again, not putting enough effort in to match the ambition, and so on... well, I’d be in full “I tried to warn you guys, but noooooooo” mode. You don’t fix a franchise’s current problems by crawling back to its previous problems.

#Crusher's Asks #Sonic the Hedgehog

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fairymagicheart1 · 5 years ago

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Half Court Havoc

(I imagine this right in between the time right after Snow Day but right before Insane In Big Mama’s Train, and this is how I see their relationship in it's earliest as a budding couple in Fanfic version. :3

Mentioned OC: Dani is an OC belonging to my friend @mermaidsoul8, she helped me greatly in her input on this!! Kudos goes to her as well!

PS: This is my LONGEST fanfic so I hope you all enjoy it!)

It was just after 5 PM as Tati finally came through the Lair entrance and dropped off her bag. “Hey, guys! Sorry I was a little late, got held up at school with April, Sunita, and Dani..” Tati said as she passed by Splinter; sitting in his chair. “Uh hey, Sensei.. where’s Leo?” Then Some crashing can be heard, “I recommend looking in the kitchen, he’s been in there all day.” Splinter said rather nonchalantly. “Uhh... thanks, Sensei.,” Tati said as she walked ahead.

Leo was stumbling about to put the pots away after he had tipped them over. “Ok just keep it together Leon.. just turtle up and just ask her.” He said to himself, of course in his practice mode; Leo had knocked over the pots by his clumsy nature. Then a lightbulb appears over his head! “That’s it! I’ll just play it smooth like Lou Jitsu was before we found out he’s our dad..” He decided and with a proud smirk on his face.. which quickly changed to a surprised shock upon hearing...

“Leo? What was that?” Tati asked as she stood by the entrance to the kitchen. Flip-flopping around to face her, Leo tried leaning smoothly on the counter and showcased his trademarked grin. “Just uh... chilling you know?”To which, Tati just raised a brow and lightly smirked back. “You’re sure making a lot of noise for just “Chilling?” Leon?” She giggled, helping away to put away one last pot. “So uh, Tati? I was thinking you wanna go shoot some hoops with me... I mean if you want to?” He asked while leaning on his left elbow, even though on the inside he was shaking.

Tati turned and looked up with a smile. “Sure Leo! Should we ask your bros to play too?” She suggested but Leo shot up. “Oh uh I already checked in! They’re all.. busy! You know.. with their.. ninja stuff too?” He grinned nervously from the raised brow on Tati, “Well alright then, just let me get my phone.” She shrugged but smiled. She turned around to walk out and leaving Leo to do a dab and cheered in secret.

It turns out that the three brothers were already walking in from off-screen and were all smirking, they had heard the whole thing. “You know, a girl like it better if you just ask them straight up Leo,” Donnie said and chuckled as Mikey just grinned. “Aw come on!” Leo slumped his arms down.

“You didn’t have to lie, Leo, just go and have fun.” Raph smiled and Leo smiled as he took off to meet with her... with Donnie adding with: “How much you wanna bet he screws up?” Mikey rose his hand and Raph slapped his face.

The two already made it to the surface as Leo showed off his spinning ball trick with Tati smirking... with some unsavory eyes watching them... it was the recently mutated Ghostbear! “This Tortuga has a Novia now? And on a date? I shall ruin it like he and the other Tortugas ruined my pro-wrestling career!” He cackled and proceeded to follow... Upon arriving at a half-court, Leo spun the ball and tossed it to Tati and grinned. “Let’s see what you got,” Tati smirked and held it. “Oh, I’ll bring it, Blue Bolt...” Tati started the game.. with her practically running with the ball without bouncing it! Though Leo caught up to her. “I’m not a rules guy but you’re supposed to bounce it as you run.” He smirked and Tati held it away above her head with her own smug grin. “Why can’t we?” She teased and stopped when Leo stepped in front of her. “Gotcha! The two of them ended up laughing as Leo tried to reach for the ball and knocked it into the air! Tati grinned as she used the magic from her hand and controlled the air to carry the ball right into the basket!”

”Ok that was not fair.” Leo teased and Tati just teased back. “Hey, you did say to bring it, and you were up against a fairy that in tune with air.” They both end up laughing... and they just realized how close they were standing still and blushed.

”So if you wanna do this more often..” Leo started to ask smooth... that was until a loud landing crash happened in front of them. Ghostbear decided to take action this time and cackled loudly. “Peekaboo Tortuga!!” He called out and cackled. “GHOSTBEAR?!” Leo cried in horror, This was the LAST thing he wanted. Leo took out his Odachi sword and tried charging at him... completely forgetting about his new ability to go Ghost!! Falling right through the mutant!

“I’ll ruin this date like you ruin my pro wrestling career!!” He cried out evilly and tried to swipe at Tati, jumping back, she tried unleashing her gale-force attacks and it did knock Ghostbear to the brick wall. Though he roared and Leo took the distracted opportunity to hit Ghostbear from the side.

Now was the time for a retreat! The noise brings people and people mean more risk in innocent civilian damage. Rushing down the alleyway they came from the first time with a raging mutant polar bear in pursuit.

Leo quickly found cover in the separate alleyway as Ghostbear was busy searching for the two and tore open any garbage bins, Leo covered his face before he turned to face Tati. “I’m so sorry about this, I tried being smooth and confident to ask you out and yet this happens.. probably messed up so bad now..” He sighed but Tati, with a pink shade to her cheeks, grabbed his hand.

“Leo, no matter what and despite this evil, crazy, and might I add very petty mutant polar bear... I would’ve and always will say yes; I would love to go out with you.” She confessed and Leo squeezes his hand back in hers. “Really?! I-yes!” He said (rather) too loudly and Ghostbear turned to that direction and poked his furry head in.“Peekaboo Tortuga!!”

Before Ghostbear gets a swipe in, Leo and Tati quickly jump out of the way and in midair, Tati said quickly “Uh maybe not the time and place for a romantic confession!” “Agreed!!” Leo concurred fast as Tati had caught him and used her wind magic to help him land behind another alleyway. Tati and Leo poked their heads out to observe the seeking mutant bear.

“Señor Fuzzy-Jerk won’t leave us alone unless he’s stopped! We gotta do something..” Tati said.. then gave a knowing look to Leo. “Well, Leo?” In her eyes, she fully believes in him.“You.. really think I can?” Leo said looking surprised. “Leo, I know you can.” She squeezed his arm and now they both looked determined to the approaching Ghostbear. Leo lifted the basketball and he whispered his quickly made plan.

Separating as Tati ran out first. “Hey! You!! Over here Mal Oso!!” She cried and with an evil laugh, Ghostbear foolishly chased after her. Supposedly cornering her by a gate in the alleyway and Ghostbear cackled. “Looks like the Tortuga is gonna have to find another novia.. because I have ruined his date!!” He cackled so evilly.. but didn’t exactly noticed the smirk on Tati’s face.

“Yeah, I don’t think you have you moron.” She then pressed her cloaking badge and revealed her fairy wings and green eyes. “You really should watch out behind you!” She raised her hand to catch the basketball and used her air power to launch it into Ghostbear’s face hard and very quickly, in Ghostbear’s surprise and his guard was hit backward.. into Leo’s already opened portal!

Leo opened two more: one above the other to gain speed and finally a third opened to lead into the Hudson River and had shot Ghostbear through. “TORTUGA!!!” He cried before hitting the waters and he burst out soon after to catch on some driftwood.. exhausted and frustrated that he failed again.

Back with the couple, Tati and Leo high fives each other and laughed about it. “Leo! That was so good! You knew thy enemy and used it to our advantage!! You're amazing!!” She threw her arms around his shoulders and Leo enjoyed this feeling.

“And you’re amazing too Tati! Everything! Your wind powers and everything about you?” Leo complimented back and the two blushed and were silent for a quick moment.

“Let’s call this a pre-date and finish this night off with Pizza?” Tati suggested, “Pizza! Run Of The Mill?” He held his arm out and Tati gladly took it. “Run Of The Mill.” She giggled and the two finally went off towards the Yokai Pizza place... feelings confirmed but willing to take it slow.

#rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt fanfic #leo x oc #rise leo

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helianthus21 · 7 years ago

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Dean vs. Cat

Dean and a kitten battling over Cas’ love for @theabsolutemagicpotato based on this artwork and what you said would be Dean’s thoughts about the picture they make :D (note: Cas named his cat Galadriel because he thought Dean would appreciate it and also because the -el makes it sound like she’s one of his kin:)

She was back again. Perched by Cas' side while the angel tapped away on his laptop in deep concentration. She was getting comfortable too, rubbing her head against Cas' thigh, every move aimed at mocking Dean, he was sure.

Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to come up with a way how to proceed even as she purred. One eye snapped open, and Dean swore she was staring right at him, watching Dean's every reaction and relishing in his pain before she rose and climbed right into Cas' lap.

Dean was seething.

“Hello, little cuddlebug. What is up?” Cas cooed to her. And the cat purred louder and Cas scratched her on the head and Dean felt a horrible sense of wrongness because that was his place, right there on Cas' lap. That should be his head being pet. Not that he needed to be pampered like a.. like a kitten! But still. That place on Cas' lap looked nice and like it had Dean's name written on it, meaning he had more rights to it than that stupid cat. He was Cas' boyfriend after all. Hell, he should just speak out and claim his right (after asking nicely, because that was still Cas' lap, even if Dean's name was written on it and anyway, he wasn't as rude as that cat because he'd wait for Cas to finish whatever he was doing on his laptop before he'd interrupt with some Dean-time).

As he was contemplating all this he realized he was still standing there, in the doorway, ultimately giving the cat more quality time with Cas through his inaction and that was just unacceptable. So he cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the room.

Cas lifted his head and met his gaze. A small smile was sent his way as Cas said his trademark greeting “Hello, Dean,” and instantly Dean began forgetting all about stupid boyfriend-stealing cats and felt a smile of his own creep onto his face. It was a short-lived reprieve, however, because the vengeful kitten chose that moment to hog Cas attention back by meowing loudly and Cas looked back down to her and resumed his displays of affections. To the cat. Who clearly didn't deserve it. How Cas couldn't see how evil that thing was was beyond Dean. He cleared his throat again. “Uh, Cas, I wanted to ask if you wanna, uhm...,” he began. Quick Dean, think of something. “Go for a walk?” Good idea, Dean praised himself. A walk outside, where that lazy thing wouldn't accompany them. Not when she was in lazy mode like this. Cas gave him an apologetic look. “Maybe later, Dean. I am writing down a report about our last case. You remember how Sam said we should catalog our ‘stuff’ more? I'm trying to do just that, but this thing,” he gestures at the laptop with an air of frustration, “isn't exactly cooperating. Sorry, Dean.” Dean thought to offer his help with the technology, since Cas was even less versed in that area than Dean himself, but he noted how Cas' attention wasn't really on the laptop at all, but rather on the cat that had settled between his crossed legs, so he supposed it was a moot point. “I'll come back later, then,” Dean voiced his surrender. The cat put on a rather smug expression, and Dean could swear that when she stuck his tongue out, it wasn't just to lick at Cas' hand, but also to stick the tongue out at Dean. Dean ground his teeth. You win this round, he thought at the cat. But next time. Next time I'll know to fight dirty.

*** The next time he found Castiel, he was alone in the kitchen, making something that looked like it might be cookie dough. Dean came up behind him, wrapped his arms around Cas' waist and laid his head on top of Cas' shoulder. “Mmm whatcha doin'?” he murmured in Cas' ear. “I'm making chocolate-chip cookies,” he answered, and that confirmed that theory. A cheeky smile crept onto Dean's face. “Can I have some?” But Cas was already driving a finger through the dough before lifting it to Dean's mouth without turning his gaze from the bowl. Dean wrapped his lips around the proffered finger gladly, sucking off the dough, savoring how those little bits of chocolate melted on his tongue and goddamn, Cas really knew what he liked. When he'd licked all the rest of the dough from his lips, he just stayed there, snuggled close to Cas and nuzzling into his neck.

That was nice, he thought. That was very nice. He could gladly stay like this for quite a few minutes more, even without the cookie-dough-incentive, if Cas was willing to hold off his baking adventure a little while longer. But,“Meow!” came the sound of Dean's arch nemesis trampling all over his hopes and dreams. She wedged herself between Cas' and Dean's pressed together thighs and threw a tantrum down there before jumping right on the kitchen counter. “No!” yelled Dean, equal amounts annoyed at this monster pushing Dean out of Cas’ center of attention again, and scandalized at the sheer hygiene violation she presented. “Cats are not allowed up there! Cas, tell her!” The cat tried to peek into the bowl with the dough in it but Cas anticipated her intent and pushed her head back gently, murmuring that “No, honey, that's not for you,” in a much too soothing voice which the cat was undeserving of. He picked the cat up and set her down onto the floor again. An action that required him to step away from Dean's embrace, and then he just knelt on the floor for a minute, promising the cat another, more cat-appropriate snack and completely abandoned the fulfillment of Dean's feed-and-cuddle-quota of the day. It was unacceptable. Unacceptable! Shocked and affronted as Dean was, it took him until after Cas had selected the previously mentioned cat-appropriate snack before he could put his absolute affront into words. He cleared his throat pointedly. Cas looked up at him, from his perch before the cat who had her eyes closed in contentment from being treated like a princess while Cas' boyfriend was brushed aside as though he was a ghost. Or well, brushed aside like not-a-ghost. Because in this family, ghosts were generally salted-and-burned, and not ignored. Point was – “Cas, weren't we in a middle of something,” he reminded him. Cas blinked at him, frown deepening just the tiniest bit and then he said “Ahh,” and nodded. “The cookies! We were baking the cookies.” And he stood up to pre-heat the oven, formed the cookie dough in neat little flat circles and put them on a baking tray. All the while the cat was rubbing against Cas' legs, purring like she was so very pleased with herself. Because Cas didn't mind her clinginess as long as she didn't make him trip which she seemed to carefully avoid. Dean's attempts at casual affection on the other hand, were met with several “Dean”s, all pronounced in that Cas Tone Of Voice Number “Keep-going-and-you’re-in-trouble”. And that's how Dean found himself banned from the kitchen – yes, his kitchen!! – while that walking hygiene offense could roam around freely and claim Cas yet again as hers. *** Dean was beginning to feel rather aggrieved, and it was all to blame on that stupid cat, of course. She was deliberately stealing his boyfriend away, depriving Dean of his much needed Cas-time and Cas, the former commander of whole celestial armies, the strategist extraordinaire who looked at everything from all possible corners before getting an idea of things – that Cas didn't even seem to be aware of her secret ploy. It was really messing with Dean's head, the fact that he always seemed to lose against a furry little pet of all things! He was a hunter for god's sake, a hunter who'd survived to live his fortieth birthday, who'd gone against demons and gods and all kinds of ancient monsters, and now he was gonna be defeated by a measly little kitten? Apparently, yes, he was. Hanging his head (his whole body seemed too heavy to hold up all the way from the lack of Cas he had to suffer, so he kind of just scuffled through the halls of the Bunker until he found a comfy surface where he could curl up and bury himself in his own misery), he made his way over to their bedroom. Where he immediately stopped in his tracks, right there in the open doorway because she was there already, and all up in Cas’ personal space too! God, was Dean not getting any respite at all? It wasn't even cute anymore, how the cat had made herself at home up there on Cas' head while Cas was sipping his coffee. Not at all cute. How her little leg dangled down at one side of Cas' forehead. How she rubbed her cheek back and forth on that fluffy mop that was Cas’ hair.

It wasn't cute one bit. Dean's hand flew down to the pockets of his Dead Guy Robe, following his urge to swing the holy water spray flask at the devil kitten (he'd made it just for an occasion such as this!) but when he raised his hand again, suddenly he had his phone clasped between his fingers instead of the flask, and found himself zooming in on Cas and his cat-hat and snapping a picture of it. He scowled at himself because that wasn't at all what he’d intended to do. But at least now he had confirmation that the cat wasn't a vampire cat because she showed up very clearly on Dean's phone screen! “Dean!” greeted Cas, who'd finally noticed Dean's presence over there at the edge between their bedroom and the hallway. “Why don't you come in?” Cas seemed genuinely confused about Dean's obvious reluctance to come closer, and Dean reminded himself that it wasn't Cas' fault that the cat ruined everything good in life. So he approached slowly, offering a forced smile and said, “Hey.” Cas reached out a hand to draw him onto a sitting position on the bed beside him, and once again just that simple touch, like a glass of water offered to a man dying of thirst, raised to the surface how absolutely neglected Dean was feeling. All the while, the cat was still secure in her position on Cas' head, not disturbed at all by any of Cas' careful movements. In fact, she seemed to have fallen asleep up there. “Dean, I wanted to thank you for your patience these past week,” began Cas what sounded like a long-ish, serious speech. “Because, Dean, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but it seems like Galadriel is quite a bit jealous of you.” Dean bit back a petty 'You don't say'. Cas dropped his gaze to the bedsheet, a rather impressive deed seeing as he still had to balance the cat on his head. “I know how hard it can be to come into a family late, when all the dynamics have been built up already. You try to find your place without toppling the longstanding scaffold of familial bonds that has been established without you. It is a challenging maneuver, just to prove yourself worthy of that place.” Listening to his words, Dean felt his heart sink in his chest. He'd had no idea. “So, I thought, it might make it a bit easier for Galadriel to adjust in her new surroundings if she felt truly wanted here. If I gave her my unshared attention for a while. I realize that might not have helped with her feelings of jealousy towards you, because now...,” Cas sighed. “I'm not sure, Dean, but I think she either fears she has earned your dislike, or she feels validated in segregating you. In either case, I have failed to discipline her right and I want you to know that was not my intention. I will try to correct my mistake and get through to her.” All this time Dean had thought Cas completely oblivious. Instead, Cas had been trying to give the cat what he himsef would have needed back then, when he’d made his first steps into his new home, with the Winchesters. A confidante, a hand to hold. Dean had tried to be that for Cas, he really had. He just hadn't known how much more of that Cas needed. He'd always taken Cas' hesitancy for a sign that he needed space, and Dean'd given him that. But maybe he'd had it all sideways. So Dean slung an arm around Cas' shoulders now, drew him closer, careful not to topple the cat-hat arrangement. “Oh, Cas,” he said. “We're gonna work it out.” He found himself looking up at the cat hat Cas was wearing and snorted at the ridiculous image they made. “You two are sort of a package deal now, huh,” he remarked, and Cas gave him a sheepish smile. Dean remembered what Cas said about the 'scaffold' of their family and how fragile he seemed to fear it to be that such a little pet was enough to shake it. He wondered how much of Dean's distrust of the cat Cas had projected on himself. With a shrug, he added, “Well, guess that makes us a three-package sorta deal, then.” Because he couldn't just let those doubts roam free in Cas' head. Not on his watch. The hopeful glint in Cas' eyes assured him that: message received. “Thank you, Dean,” he said. The cat still slept away on his head. “I know I should've come to you with the cat problem. Sorry, Dean. I just didn't want to trouble you because I know how reluctant you were with welcoming her in our home. But it seems like trying to solve the problem alone just made it worse. So: sorry.”

Dean grinned. “Oh, he learns.”

Cas shoved him for that, gently.

“Okay, okay,” Dean chuckled. “Does this mean I can get my boyfriend back now?”

“Of course,” Cas said matter-of-factly, and to Dean’s immense joy, he leaned even closer, letting Dean’s arms circle him into a warm embrace.

“Yeah, okay,” said Dean, trying not to make a big deal out of the fact that just this casual touch was slowly but surely melting the metaphorical ice around his body that had made him feel like a zombie these past few touch-starving days. “So anyway, now that we've settled that... just one more thing. Can we make this room, at least, a cat-less space? Just our bedroom? There's some things I want for just myself, y'know.” Cas nodded once, a small smile painting his face in mute contentment. “I understand. I will speak with her once she's woken up.”

“Thanks, Cas.” He took Cas' coffee cup from his hands which was empty by now and went to place it in the kitchen's dish washer. Then he made a quick stop at the bathroom to change into something other than the Dead Guy Robe, and before he returned to the bedroom, the idea came to him that maybe he should start trying to get into the cat's good graces. Maybe he should bring a little post-nap snack as a peace offering. So he went back to the kitchen and grabbed one. When he reached their bedroom, the cat was already waiting in front of the door, looking a little miffed at being thrown out. Dean knelt down beside her, ignoring her little antagonistic hiss. “Hey there,” he said. “Looks like we started off on the wrong foot, huh.” The cat was eying him warily, but at least she wasn't outright attacking him. Dean took that as a win. “How about we start anew? Blank slate whaddaya say?” He offered the snack to her which she took gladly, despite her ongoing dislike of him. The way to a cat’s heart, as it seemed, was through its stomach too. Maybe they weren’t so different after all. “I'm Dean.” He reached out his hand to her paw which she ignored, still happily chewing on her snack instead, so Dean made do with tapping her leg lightly once, twice. “Okay. One thing we got in common at least, huh,” He nodded his head towards the closed bedroom door behind which Cas was waiting. “He means a lot to me, you know. And I'm guessing he means a lot to you too. So how 'bout we bury the hatchet, and start trying to do what makes him happy. Which is, ya know, not being a little bitch all day long. Maybe every other day. When he’s not looking.” Dean winked. The cat had stopped chewing, her head bent down towards the ground. For a little while, all they did was sit there and stare at nothing. Then, very tentatively, the cat moved her head forward and nudged Dean’s hand ever so slightly. He almost didn't feel it, so light was it. But it happened, and it was something, Dean decided. Definitely something they could work with. He nodded at the cat, satisfied with the little agreement they had just negotiated, and slipped through the door. Thankfully, the cat stuck to her promise and stayed outside. And Dean could finally get his oh so long awaited cuddles!

#destiel #cas and animals #ficlet #mine #team all the cuddles for dean!!#crack #fluff and crack #kitten #i needed dean to get a little win so their bedroom's a no-cat-zone #sorry galadriel #anyway #hope you like it:'D #it's silly but it's supposed to be so #spn #sorry for any possible mistakes that are still there i was getting sick of rereading #i hope it still makes sense a bit..#if not blame my cold muddled brain haha

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teefa85 · 6 years ago

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Second Section of this little scavenger hunt. Same rules...I can use a picture from any show or game, as long as I can identify them, even if I haven’t seen it personally. Since it’s a hunt more than a “I want a pic of this chara”

Character Situations

Main Character The main character of any show or game. If there are two characters counted as the lead, you can use either of them! FOUND...Sword and Shield Male and Female protagonists with Lillie

Main Antagonist Now, as Anime sometimes shift who the Main Antagonist is (due to subordinates taking over after a main villain dies, or even just new antagonists every arc) and games do this from time to time too, as long as the person spends some time as the major threat in the heroes’ eyes, it will count. FOUND...Shigaraki with Himiko (Hero Aca)

Two Cosplayers as a Canon Couple Now, I know “canon” can sometimes be debatable when it comes to a series. Therefore, we’re only going for 100% verified couples who get together by the ending, between a show/game and a sequel series, or they’ve been stated to be romantically involved by the creators themselves. So for characters who appear to be canon but don’t officially get together (such as Ark and Ivy from CIMA...I know you don’t know who they are but that means nobody is going to complain about me using them as an example), they wouldn’t count. FOUND...Alm and Celica (Fire Emblem Echoes)

Two Cosplayers as a Non-Canon Couple This is for any couple that 100% DOESN’T get together (usually because one or more of them are involved with someone else, or the show/game isn’t romantic in nature). Again, that means you can’t use people (like, again, Ark and Ivy) who seem to be canon but aren’t 100% confirmed, as they exist in a gray zone between canon and non-canon. However, if the character is from a Harem that doesn’t answer who the MC canonically got with, any of the characters would be fair game (unless one is heavily implied to be the canonical love interest, but then you could use any of the other characters). You should probably try to choose a pair that is clearly playing them as a couple. However, if you can’t find any, feel free to choose any pic of two people you ship together, or possibly just make finding a duo acting romantic as bonus points. But...nothing with any extra characters in it (unless you’re playing it off as an OT3, OT4, etc.). FOUND...Ophilia and Therion (Octopath Traveler). Hey! I’m in one of these! The non-canon couples were pretty dry this year and this is my favorite ship for her. Even if we didn’t take the pic as a shipping pic.

Cosplaying Family Sometimes, the parents who cosplay will do a family cosplay with their kids. This must contain at least one adult and one child or teenager, and they must be in costumes from the same game or show! Not a family where one parent went as Kagome, one child went as Deku, and the second child went as a Pokemon Trainer. FOUND...Robin, Tharja, and Morgan (Fire Emblem Awakening)

Guy With a Giant Weapon It can be wide. It can be tall. It can even be both! As long as the damn thing is nearly as large or larger than you (or at least as large as your convention rules will allow) it can work! FOUND...Breath of the Wild Link with a Lynel Sword (Legend of Zelda)

Character With Lots of Weapons He doesn’t have to naturally carry them all on him in the game/show. Or even be a dude! But as long as you see someone running around with at least 3 weapons, you can use it! FOUND...a Cloud getting weapons ready for a fake duel (FF7)

Superhero I don’t care if it’s an American Comic Book hero, a Magical Girl, or a Japanese take on the American Super Hero! If the character can be classified as a Super Hero, you can use them! FOUND...Tsu (Hero Aca)

Magic User Tomes, Staves, Scrolls. Healing or Destruction. Human or Non-Human! If the character’s power is over mystical forces, they fit! FOUND...Flonne, Fallen Angel Version (Disgaea)

Deity Character They can be a god or goddess who shaped and created the world. Someone with limitless power. Or even along the lines of “nigh immortal and doesn’t consider themselves divine but is considered a god.” Just as long as they’re seen as divine by someone within the universe. Demon or Youkai Gods do count if that’s all you can find. FOUND...A Konosuba Group, so that means Aqua was there (Konosuba)

Dragon Character They can be in a full dragon suit, use body paint, look human but have some draconic features such as wings or a tail. Or even just be fully transformed into their human form. If the game or show classifies them as a Dragon, they work! FOUND...a hilarious pic of Corrin and Azura doing Jojo Poses due to a botched FEH summoning ritual (Fire Emblem Fates)

Demon Character Good Demons or Evil Demons, it doesn’t matter. I’d even count Youkai in this mix if you manage to find someone from a series that focuses on it (there are usually a few Touhou characters running around). Just as long as their series of origin classifies them as a Demon in some way. FOUND...Rin, actually in full Demon Mode (Blue Exorcist)

A “How Do They Battle Evil in This?” outfit Sometimes...games and anime make no sense! Too skimpy! Dress too long! Complete fashion disaster where their only victories should be due to making the enemy laugh so hard! It all can count as long as you or other people ask this question about them. FOUND...Judith (Tales of Vesperia) although she was also with Flynn who definitely does not count on this!

Pokémon Trainer They can be an actual character in the games or anime, a representation of one of the Trainer Classes in the games, or even just someone wearing normal clothes but running around with Pokeballs and at least one plushie! Although, you can choose to only go for actual characters or classes, or make getting one of them a bonus point. FOUND...Red with a Pikachu and Charmander

Any Pokémon Design Reinterpreted as Clothing Seriously! I’ve seen some creative things, such as the Hoenn Weather Trio being reinterpreted as a Kimono (Kyogre), a Samurai (Groudon), and a Ninja (Rayquaza). People who cosplay actual Pokemon usually do an amazing job at capturing their chosen ‘mon in human outfits. FOUND...Schoolgirl Scorbunny

Animal Companion Any animal that might assist the heroes, regardless of whether or not they are the game or show’s mascot. Even if that character is only around for minimal time, if they appeared and helped out, they count! FOUND...Rubble, Sky, Marshall, Chase (Paw Patrol...no, really, they even helped cheer up a crying baby at one point)

Mascot Character The opposite of above! It’s a mascot, regardless of whether said mascot is an animal, a mechanical lifeform, or even a mecha! As long as it’s very synonymous with the series of origin, it works! FOUND...Detective Pikachu (Pokemon)

Fursuit Whether they’re portraying an actual animal character or their own furry avatar, it doesn’t really matter. As long as they’re in a full on fursuit that you have to hand it to them for wearing even in the summer! FOUND...Susie (Delta Rune)

Group of Bishonen Doesn’t all have to be from the same series. As long as a group of friends are portraying a bunch of hot guys, it fits. Also, they don’t have to be the only people in the group, like if you got lucky and managed to find the entirety of a Reverse Harem’s cast which included the female lead they were all going crazy over. As long as most of the people are playing guys, it’s cool. FOUND...Fire Emblem Lord Group (that also had Lucina and Celica)

Character From a Game That’s Not Out Yet As long as you took the picture before the game is out, it’s fine. Even if said game is going to be coming out within a few days! FOUND...Kris and Ralsei (Delta Rune), though if you don’t think it counts due to Toby Fox’s vagueness on when the game will come out, I also did find Sonia from Pokemon Sword and Shield (because this fandom works crazy fast...there was also a Milo and two Wooloo running around but I didn’t get pics).

Jesus! No, really! I’ve seen people cosplaying Jesus at many a convention! FOUND...I found him!

ACQUIRED POINTS...21

#cosplay scavenger hunt

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magmasliveblogs · 6 years ago

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1.08

ok looks like this time of posting is becoming a theme recently. i didnt want it to be this way but life gets in the way. anyway, we are at the 9th chapter! to recap: last chapter erin fed a drake named relc and an antinium (bug people) named klblch. they turned out to be guardsmen from a local city the bugman, klb, used a pretty high grade healing potion to cure erins hand, which turned out to be from the fish!

Erin woke up with a big smile on her face.

Actually, she woke up and went back to sleep several times before the sunlight got too bright to ignore. But when she eventually got up and ate breakfast she got around to the big smile.

It came when she was eating more blue fruit and she realized she was using two hands. Erin had to stop and stare at her right palm for a while. She poked the clean, unscarred, uncut skin and grinned.

“Healing potions are awesome.”

She sat back in her chair, flexing her hands. It didn’t hurt. It was amazing how much it didn’t hurt. And she owed it all to a giant ant man and a lizard…Drake. What were their names again?

“Klbkch and…Drake Guy.”

Erin sighed as the memories returned and gave her a hard time.

the pleasure of waking up and going back to sleep a couple times is great

“Seriously. They were so normal. But apparently I’m normal too. There are other humans around here at least. But leveling? Classes? Am I an Innkeeper? Do I innkeep? How does that work?”

Then she remembered something else.

“I leveled up again.”

Erin poked her chest. She felt there should be some sense of accomplishment from within, but all she felt was vaguely full. But she remembered.

“[Basic Crafting]. Might as well give it a shot. I’m out of fruit, anyways.”

i dont know what crafting has to do with fruit but im excited to find out what sort of fruit based things can be crafted

It was an uneventful trip to the blue fruit trees. As Erin gazed up at the blue fruits she wondered for the first time how many there were left to eat. She counted.

“…Looks like I’ve got a few weeks before I run out. But bleh, eating just blue fruit all the time would be disgusting. At least there’s some ingredients left for pasta if I can find more eggs.”

But what would happen when her small cupboard ran out? What then?

Erin touched the pocket of her jeans and heard the clink of coins. Right, she had some money. But how much was it? And more importantly, how could she spend it? It wasn’t as if she could eat metal.

Grumbling to herself, Erin loaded up with blue fruits. It was getting annoying carrying them all by hand. She dropped a lot of them which bruised the skin and made the fruit taste mushy. So why not try making something?

Erin stared at the ground. She had…grass. She stared at the trees. She had wood. But she had no way of cutting that wood, so it was no good. She stared at the grass. Something in her brain lit up.

“Let’s see. If I take this long grass and tie this knot here…”

Erin hunkered down and started picking the longer clumps of grass and testing their durability. She started tying knots and cutting with the knife. She found she had to focus on her task – she couldn’t just go on autopilot, but at the same time there was a certainty in what she was doing. And in less than twenty minutes she was looking at a basket made of grass.

“Whoa.”

Erin held up the basket and inspected it. It was lightweight, but durable. She experimentally tossed all the blue fruits she’d gathered into it and lifted it. The grass basket pulled downwards, but the woven handle didn’t tear. It was a real basket. Made of grass.

Was it tacky? Yes. Did she feel like she should be dancing with pom poms on a deserted island? Yes. Was that a terrible thought to have? Probably. And should she feel ashamed of herself? She already was. But she had a basket.

And more importantly, she had a plan.

good thing there is a city nearby, you dont have to rely on these food sources. also it seems [basic crafting] is very good

What could you do with a basket? Well, you could eat and walk at the same time since you had a free hand. Erin cored a few blue fruits and hung on to the seed pods. Then she went looking for eggs.

It took her about an hour before she found another nest. When she spotted the telltale brown shape hunkering in the long grass, Erin stomped over making as much noise as possible.

This time the thing that erupted from the grass didn’t fly away immediately. Instead, the dino-bird screeched and dove at her. Erin stood her ground, reached into her basket and threw a seed core.

She missed.

But the flying object spooked the bird. The giant pterodactyl wavered, and then flew away as Erin hurled more seed cores at it. She laughed triumphantly and rushed to grab the eggs. That was when the bird turned around and flew at her, pecking and trying to bite her. It wasn’t afraid of the seed cores after all.

no the birds arent afraid like the crabs!

Only when she was sure that the dino-bird had gone did Erin stop running. She stopped and covered one of the numerous bloody peck marks on her arms and back and tried not to shout.

“Stupid thing.”

At least it hadn’t been bigger. Erin had managed to smack it a few times until it stopped trying to bite her face off. But that didn’t mean she’d gotten away unscathed.

Erin hissed as she pressed on another bite. She wanted nothing more than to get some cold water on them. Too bad there were more suspicious rocks in the way. Actually, there were about six of them, spaced out across the grasslands. Well, her trick hadn’t worked on the birds but rock-crabs were a different matter.

On her way back Erin pasted two of the rock crabs with the slimy seed cores when they shuffled at her. They didn’t like the noxious liquid that splashed their shells and retreated with loud clicks. Erin wiped off the foul-smelling juice from her hands and walked past the herd triumphantly.

but its still good to know the seed cores work on the crabs

It was just past midday when Erin got back to the inn. At least she’d stopped bleeding on her walk back. She made it halfway through the inn’s door, blinked, and threw up.

Erin stopped gagging and retching long enough to stare at the pool of liquefied blue fruit in horror. Then she was sick again. And again.

Somehow, Erin made it to the stream. It was combination of walking fast and pausing every few minutes to throw up that got her there. She didn’t so much as jump into the stream as fall into it and began shivering as whatever was hitting her really went to town.

—-

The next hour saw her kneeling at the stream, gargling water, puking it up, and watching out for the crazy fish. Fortunately, they didn’t seem inclined to get near her. Actually, she saw one swim towards her and start nibbling at the contents of her stomach as it washed downstream. That was gross.

Erin washed her mouth and hands off for the tenth time and felt the shaking and nausea stop a bit.

“What—what was that?”

Erin could only mumble as she stared into the water. She moved her head—not so much out of desire for movement as to watch for the dangerous flat fish.

The fish that had been eating her vomit was floating belly-up in the water. Erin saw the other fish were avoiding it just like they were avoiding her.

“…Poison. Gotta be.”

But was it delicious food poisoning where you got to eat twice, or the other kind that kind made you turn green and die?

“Well, whatever. I feel better now so I’ll figure it out later.”

dont drink too much water, you will barf! also yeah, evil fish arent good

Erin walked back to the inn as the last urges to puke left her. She’d gotten off lucky she supposed. It had only been an hour or so of feeling terrible. If it was actually serious—

Erin had to stop and smile. Serious? Back when she hadn’t been struggling to survive, oh, three days ago, being that sick would have ended up with her in bed for the next week.

“And I’d have a team of doctors feeding me pills by the pound too.”

She laughed softly. Then her smile vanished. Erin covered her face with her palm.

She trembled.

And then she walked on. It was getting dark. She couldn’t stop just now.

She was in too much danger.

yeah erins mind has probably gone back into panic mode

The key to distracting oneself was motion. Erin moved around the inn and kept busy. She cleaned the vomit off the floor, washed the plates as best she could with some of the water, helped herself to a bit of pasta and brought out more plates and silverware to the common room. Then she stored the eggs and blue fruit away in one of the cupboards, went upstairs and cleaned a few rooms. She was moving, but really she was waiting.

“They said they’d visit. But did they mean that or are they busy? Either way, I can always make more pasta and save some for later, right?”

She had a pot full of hot pasta in the kitchen and she’d served and eaten her own plate of buttery noodles with blue fruit juice before she realized it was dark. Hopefully Erin stared out one of the windows, but the grasslands were empty. The sky was so amazingly vast, the stars so numerous. It was beautiful, frightening. Erin would have loved to stare at it if she were at home, but what she was really hoping to see were two figures. But she didn’t.

“They must be busy.”

Erin sighed to herself. But it wasn’t that early in the night after all. She could wait.

The young woman sat at the table, her stomach full, her clothes torn and dirty, her eyes drooping. But every few minutes her eyes flicked to the stout wooden door. She was waiting.

as ive said before, those noodles and blue juice sound delicious!

Relc stretched in his chair in the Guard’s barracks. It wasn’t too crowded in the early evening, most guardsmen having checked out already or begun their evening patrols. Those who remained in the building were almost entirely Drakes, aside from a few tall, furry, humanoid [Guardsmen]. And they were all busy with their own tasks.

The Senior Guardsman cast an irritable eye over at the large, hunched insect hovering over a table next to him.

“Are you done logging out for the day yet?”

“Almost.”

Klbkch made a precise notation with a quill on a sheet of parchment.

“There. I have signed us both out. Again.”

“Great. Thanks. Now, wanna go check on that Human? I hear—”

A female Drake shouted at Relc from across the room. She was nowhere as large as Relc, and she wore chainmail and a sword at her hip as she stomped up to him.

“There’s a brawl in the marketplace. Get over there and stop the fighting!”

“What? Some idiot had to start a fight now of all times? We were going to go back and—”

“Shut up and get moving!”

“…Jerk.”

“A pity. Let’s be on our way.”

“What a pain. Let’s smack some scales-for-brains quick. Maybe we’ll still have time to go to the inn afterwards.”

“You know we will be called upon to go after those who got away. And there is damage assessment, guard detail, investigating any burglaries during the violence…”

“Aw.”

“Do not fret. The Human will not be going anywhere.”

“I know, I know. But I was going to eat more pasta and—”

“Relc!”

The angry shout made Relc wince and cover the two holes on the side of his head.

“Alright, let’s go. Man, I really hate the Captain.”

“Don’t insult her while we are within earshot.”

“She can eat my scales. Let’s go and get this over with.”

“After you.”

oh no

Erin sat at the bar counter in the inn and waited. All was perfect.

Well, all was sorta perfect. It was at least acceptable. She had a basket of the blue fruits, more pasta in a large pot, and she’d even drawn a fresh bucket of water from the stream. She had very nearly spotless plates and silverware and all in all, she was ready for some guests.

If they’d ever arrive.

Eventually her eyes drooped. Her breathing slowed. She fell asleep while dreaming she was still waiting and awake.

she fell asleep before they could come back. they are late!

Thump. Thump.

Erin woke up. She raised her head and looked around groggily. It was dark.

Thump. Thump.

Something was at the door. Erin wiped the drool off of her chin and got up from the table. She must have fallen asleep waiting. But here they were. She stumbled over to the door and shivered. It was cold. Actually, it wasn’t just cold. It was…frosty?

The door’s handle was covered in a thin layer of ice. From behind the door Erin sensed something chilling, and she could feel a cold draft blowing from beneath the crack. Or was that the shivering sensation running down her spine?

Thump.

Erin jumped back from the door. That wasn’t knocking. Something was hitting the door. Hard.

“Hey. Who’s there?”

She wished her voice wasn’t so wobbly.

“A visitor.”

Was it a whisper? No. It was more like an echo. It sounded like a loud voice coming from thousands of miles away and it had an unearthly quality to it. No voice could be so deep, so spine-chilling.

“Um. We’re closed. S-sorry.”

The something on the other side of the door…chuckled. It was probably a chuckle. It was wet and gurgling.

“It matters not. I require sustenance. Food. Prove that to me and I shall be on my way.”

Food? As in the fleshy variety? Erin shuddered.

“I don’t have any. Go away!”

“I will not be denied. Open this door or face my wrath.”

That was enough for Erin. She backed away from the door.

“I’m warning you! Come in and I’ll, I’ll…”

dont mess with erin mysterious visitor, she has knives and shes only a little afraid to use them!

“Do not anger me further. If you refuse my simple request I will—”

She didn’t wait to see what the voice would do. She could guess. Instead, Erin ran to the kitchen. She needed a weapon. A knife, a piece of wood, a spatula, anything.

Erin’s hand had found the handle of a pot when the scrape of wood made her breath stop. She’d forgotten. She’d been waiting for Klbkch and his friend. So that meant—

The door was still unlocked.

Something was pushing the door open. Erin sprinted back to the door and threw her weight against it. She knocked whatever it was back, but she couldn’t close the door fully. It was in the way.

“This is unwise. Your insolence will only bring about more punishment.”

The creature hissed at Erin. She could hear it right outside the door. It was pushing, trying to get the door open. But Erin was fueled by pure fear and she somehow managed to keep the door where it was.

“Mistress. All I ask for is a bit of food. Provide me that and I shall be on my way.”

The skeletal creature reached its hand through the doorway. Something dark dripped down out of its bones. It splashed against the wood and vanished.

“I do not wish to become angry.”

Her hand was on the cooking pot. Her heart was dead in her chest.

“No.”

“No?”

The skeletal monstrosity seemed to recoil. It pulled the door further open and something noxious wafted in.

“A pity. But I will have you provide me with sustenance nevertheless.”

Erin seized the door and tried to close it, but the creature hurled it open. She fell back and stared in horror.

A thing with too many bones and pieces of flesh gazed down at her. It gave off a ghastly smell and crimson light flashed from its eyes.

“Give me what I desire. Or I shall—”

Erin screamed and hurled the pot.

well now we know where the skeleton went. lets hope this goes well for erin!

thats the end of the chapter btw. im tempted to do the next chapter today as well, but ill stay to the schedule! we shall both suffer for this cliffhanger!

will erin survive this encounter? will the guards save her from this skeletal monstrosity? will erin beat it up before they get there? will they ever get there?

see you tomorrow!

#chrono

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Notes on Ep. 2 of Zi-O

Ghost RideArmor gives user the ability to summon the Heroic Spirits and Ore Damashii to act as support, user also gains intangibility and levitation powers. Finisher is a nice callback to that one-off Rider Kick Ghost did in Ore Damashii in the first half of his show, where the Ghost Parkas merge with the user’s power to form a supercharged burst of supernatural energy in the foot that strikes the target.

Also, we can assume that Ghost has been de-powered since Geiz has his Watch. This also could mean that Shun Nishime might have possibly declined the invite to return due to his busy schedule. If a Rider already has a Ridewatch based on a previous hero with no explanation, then there is slight probability the actor for that series did not come for a cameo either due to a busy schedule, retirement from acting or just flat out refused to come back.

Drive seems to be the case for this too as Geiz already has that Ridewatch per Ep. 3 preview, as Ryoma-san is a little busy doing drama and singing work for other projects right now.

Another Riders cannot be defeated by base forms, which makes the base forms themselves seem very pointless.

Geiz is unworthy of being called a Kamen Rider....for now. In one scene, Another Build is attacking two baseball players and kills one of them. Geiz sees the other player in danger and responds to Tsukuyomi: “Hmph, who cares..we need to kill Zi-O.” Wow, you are slowly teetering towards Kaixa levels of unlikeable. Have you stopped to consider what letting people die before their time comes will do to the world or possibly to you? (Ex. One of them might end up being your grandfather and you go Marty McFly into the cosmic void of nothingness by negating the very people who forged your existence.)

Woz is definitely evil. Unlike the Time Jackers, he is in it for the long game and Sougo and Geiz are his chess pieces to remove the other Riders from the board. Then again, the writing isn’t exactly subtle about it. Creeping around, ominous presence, always satisfied with his “king’s” decisions as it seemingly goes according to his plans.

The Ziku Drivers, unlike the Decadriver or other Legend Devices, do not seem to copy powers, they seem to STEAL them away from their original owners, possibly permanently. Thus, the Ridewatches are literal pieces of time taken away from Riders. Oddly, even if Sougo returns them (He tried to make a stable time loop so Sento could give the watches to him when he did in 2018), the watches seal themselves and the time is lost (Time Jacker interference?). Hoping that Heisei Generations Forever fills in the gaps, as Sento and Ryuga seemed fine in 2018 after their Watches turned back to normal. There has to be a way to unlock them and restore the powers to their original owners.

Pacing is slightly improved from pilot, but not much.

Build RideArmor operates like Build himself, its drill weapon is a giant Fullbottle that needs to be shaken first to activate. It also uses the chart line diagram Build RabbitTank used for his finishers as a mode of transport that Zi-O or Geiz can grind skater style on to rapidly strike the target. Tony Hawk’s Math Skaters!

Also, we learn some of the formulas that were projected in the previous series when Fullbottles were shaken are from Sento’s own “mind palace” calculations. The ones that appear when Sougo is using the BuildArmor reflects the fact he is a bit dense when it comes to physics, as the projections are words such as “some numbers”, “things I don’t understand” “more science stuff” etc. .

When a Rider comes in contact with their respective Ridewatch, they seem to have a glimpse of the past or future where Zi-O or Geiz uses their power for a Ride Armor. Not sure why, but it is interesting.

Sougo has managed to channel what I’m like when waking up in the morning: apathetic, drowsy, willing to go with anything just to get peoples to stop talking before coffee and breakfast and in a daze. Though with me it also involves a white furry beast headbutting me, pawing my blankets and licking my face cuz its time for his morning 10 minute romp in the backyard.

For the completion of this Butterfly Effect there were: 5 people killed (possibly 7 or more if you count the car accident), 2 Kamen Riders erased from history and time mind-wiped into civilains, one Ride Armor unlock, 2 failed Rider Kicks, 6 Ridewatches, two Transformer bikes, one star athlete who will have a prosperous NBA career instead of pushing up daisies, and a creepy time-stopping child with super speed who will haunt my nightmares.

We get DA RULES from the web video minisode:

Rule 1- Two Riders with the same power cannot exist at the same time. Ex. Another Build exists, so Build cannot. I think in layman, this means that once a Another Rider is active, the originals start to fade in and out of time and eventually their powers cease to exist due to time being altered. This gets worse when the heroes are in proximity of them, as their belts start fluxing in power on and off and eventually fade away entirely. Many fans have noted this resembles the “too much pink energy is dangerous” aspect of the Power Rangers Morphin Grid, two beings of the exact same kind of power set cannot occupy the same space.

Rule 2 - Another Riders can only be defeated by the powers they’re based on. (Ex.Zi-O has to use Build’s power to defeat Another Build). As it says on the tin, only matching powers can defeat the corrupted twin, anything else is just a minor hindrance since the Time Jackers can just rewind time and revive their soldier or the Another Rider adapts by visualizing possibilities in the timestream and thus can never be defeated by a regular attack the same way twice. Using the matching power forcibly ejects the corrupted Ridewatch and frees the person who was trapped in the Another Rider’s form.

Rule 3-..... is Shinichiro Shirakura basically giving the entire KR fandom the middle finger. People who nitpick the adult's details will be kicked by a horse. Yes, if people don’t like your work, even if they are trying to give constructive critiques to improve it, they deserve to be given a lethal or brain damaging head blow by an equine. Wow, this man’s ego and ignorance is just sad and pathetic. For those who say we are mean and biased to this guy, this statement proves that disgust towards him is well deserved.

Also, bracing for episode 3...LEAVE EMU ALONE! HE’S A GOOD KID AND HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG! YOU MONSTERS! *sobs*

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[Ikemen Sengoku] The Warlords being jealous because of a puppy (Oda Forces)

ODA NOBUNAGA:

※ This man will look at you with his eyebrows burrowed ※ How dare you ignore him? ※ And it is all because of that puppy you just found in town? ※ You first asked him if it’s okay for you to take care of it ※ He gave you a permission seeing that it’s not a problem for him ※ Or so he thought ※ All of your attention is now drawn to that damn puppy ※ At first, Nobunaga will scowl at you ※ And give your puppy his scary glare ※ Thinking that he is just in one of his bad mood, you never gave it much thought ※ Because of this, Nobunaga will be so pissed ※ Nobunaga will tell everyone that he’s looking for a new chatelaine in his castle ※ A chatelaine who don’t care about pets, especially a puppy ※ You just shrugged it off and continued to pet your puppy ※ But when Nobunaga saw you kissing your puppy at its forehead ※ That’s it! He had enough! ※ He will point his sword to the poor puppy ※ “Nobunaga, please… It’s just a puppy.” ※ “You are mine.” He suddenly declared ※ “Yeah. So?” ※ “You should be with me. Always.” ※ Realizing that Nobunaga is jealous of your newfound pet ※ You will immediately comfort him ※ You’ll also let him to cuddle you until he’s satisfied ※ While smiling inwardly thinking how cute Nobunaga is while being jealous of your puppy DATE MASAMUNE:

※ His kitten brought a stray puppy? ※ Can we eat it? ※ “No, Masamune. NO!” ※ You told him that you’ll take care of it ※ Because this puppy is too cute, to be honest so you decided to adopt it ※ Masamune gave some time to think about it ※ What if this puppy will steal you from him just like how Shogetsu purred to your legs before just to have your attention? ※ Nah. It’s just a stray puppy. It can never surpass Shogetsu nor him ※ And if you’re happy about your decision, who is he to defy it? ※ But several days later, he can’t spend so much time with you ※ Not because he’s too busy with war councils, but because you are too busy to take care of your new found pet ※ First, Shogetsu grabbed your attention, then now this….. puppy of yours? ※ He was right, after all. That puppy is a small evil trying to steal you away from him. ※ This is truly unacceptable! ※ While you are petting the puppy on your lap, Masamune will sneak in your back and wrap his arms around you ※ You tried to ignore him, but knowing your intentions, Masamune hugged you tightly ※ “You dare to ignore my presence? What a bad kitten you are.” ※ “Masamune–” ※ You can’t even finish your sentences because Masamune is now kissing you on your lips ※ “But the puppy–” ※ “Sshh…” ※ “Please stop–” ※ “Do you really want me to stop?” Masamune whispered to you seductively ※ You are now a blushing mess ※ Masamune is now smiling triumphantly ※ Masamune has your full attention to him now AKECHI MITSUHIDE:

※ So his lady chatelaine found a new entertainment? ※ Of course, he will never let this chance to tease you again ※ Saying if you really did know how to take care of your new pet ※ You will show him that you can really take care of your puppy ※ So all of your attention are now poured to your puppy ※ Everyday you will first make your puppy it’s food without missed ※ After you deliver the letters to each warlords, you will immediately fetch your puppy and play with it ※ Even when you are sewing, the puppy is resting on your lap ※ Mitsuhide looks like he doesn’t care, but the truth is, he not pleased ※ He will go inside your room without knocking at your door ※ When you looked at him, you saw Mitsuhide’s mischievous smile ※ Without any warning, he will grab the puppy on your lap and placed it outside your room ※ Mitsuhide will slowly walk in your direction while you’re walking backward until your back hits the wall ※ He will trap you using his both arms and face you while smiling mischievously ※ “My Lady Chatelaine, care to explain why are you ignoring me this past few days?” ※ “H-Huh? I never ignore you.” ※ “Really? But that is not what I see.” He whispered and you feel his hot breath in your ears ※ “I think I need to teach you some manners. Hmm?” ※ “But– Ahh!” ※ You suddenly yelped when you feel Mitsuhide’s lips you on your neck ※ “Mitsuhide–” ※ Mitsuhide kissed your lips to stop your protests ※ Not that you really mind it, though

TOKUGAWA IEYASU:

※ Whenever you two met, you will always talked around him a lot ※ And Ieyasu being Ieyasu, he will tell you to stay quiet and don’t make a fuss about everything ※ So when you found a lost puppy wandering in front of the castle, you asked if you can take care of it and they said yes ※ And so, after you finish your work in the castle everyday, you will immediately attend to your new pet ※ At first, Ieyasu will be okay about it since you can now give him some quiet time ※ He can now finish his workload in a quiet, peaceful time ※ But after a week without you pestering him, Ieyasu will miss your presence ※ Not that he will admit it in front of you though ※ He will observe you from afar while you’re feeding the puppy ※ Ieyasu will feel irritated ※ Before, you can feel his presence even you can’t see him, but now, you don’t even bother to glance at your surroundings because that puppy of yours are stealing all of your attentions ※ Ieyasu will now make the first move ※ He will walk into your direction and speaks to you with a casual voice ※ “You’re still taking care of that puppy?” ※ “Yes.” You answer him while smiling without glancing in his direction because you’re playing with your puppy ※ “Then maybe we should make it also our emergency food supply.” ※ “What?” ※ How can Ieyasu be so cruel to this poor, small, and fluffy puppy? ※ And for the first time, you will notice Ieyasu’s sullen eyes towards you and your puppy ※ “Wait. Ieyasu, are you—” ※ “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s wrong.” He said to stop you from finishing your sentence ※ You smiled at him at told him to sit next to you ※ Ieyasu is muttering why he needs to listen to you, but he also sits next to you ※ You will let the puppy play on its own and you’ll lean your head on his shoulders while telling him everything that happened to you this past few days ※ You will also hold his hands and asked him about anything ※ Ieyasu will never admit it, but he misses this time like this being with you

TOYOTOMI HIDEYOSHI:

※ Protective mother mode on ※ “Is that puppy safe for you?” ※ “It doesn’t have any harmful diseases, right?” ※ “Can you really take care of it?” ※ “What if this… *looks at the puppy* …. this creature attack you?” ※ “Hideyoshi, it’s just a puppy.” ※ After reassuring him (with the help of Nobunaga to convince him), Hideyoshi will now let you to take care of it ※ You’re so excited to take care of your new found furry friend ※ Everywhere you go, your puppy always follows you ※ You are always seen playing and laughing with your puppy ※ Hideyoshi will be having a smile on his face, seeing you smiling happily ※ But this will not last ※ You’re so distracted taking care of your puppy that it seems like you have forgotten him ※ And so, Hideyoshi will now do his small mission ※ While you are busy delivering the letters on each warlords, Hideyoshi sneaks at the garden and gets the puppy ※ He brings it to Mitsunari and told him that he needs to guard the puppy as if it was a prisoner ※ “But Lord Hideyoshi, can I ask why do I need to guard the puppy?” ※ “Because despite on its appearance, that puppy can hurt someone’s feelings.” ※ Cue on Mitsunari being confused because of Hideyoshi’s words ※ But being an innocent and obedient fluffball, Mitsunari promised to take care of the puppy with his life ※ And when you found out that your puppy is missing, there is only one you can think of ※ You immediately go to Hideyoshi’s room to ask him where did he bring your puppy ※ “So now remember my existence?” ※ “What are you talking about? Where did you—” ※ You stop talking when Hideyoshi gently grabs your arms and pull your body to his ※ You feel his strong arms wrapping around your body ※ They feel so warm, and so you let him embrace you ※ “I miss you.” Hideyoshi confessed ※ “Huh? But we always see each other.” ※ Hideyoshi sighs ※ “Yeah, but you never spend time with me anymore.” He complains ※ Hideyoshi can be a mother hen to all of them, but he also needs some love and attention ※ Finally understanding what he is saying, you hugged him back while resting your head on his chest ※ “Sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” ※ “How–” ※ Hideyoshi suddenly feels something soft on his lips ※ Realizing you gave him a soft kiss on his lips, he blushes and averts his eyes ※ You giggled when you saw his reaction, then you hug him again ※ Hideyoshi once realizes how he really loves this woman who is embracing him now ISHIDA MITSUNARI:

※ Since you both have some free time today, you and Mitsunari decided to go to a tea shop and have some relaxing time together ※ And there, you found a cute, little puppy hiding under the table ※ You asked Mitsunari if it’s okay to bring it to the castle and he said yes ※ From the time you arrived the castle, all of your attention are now drawn to the puppy ※ At first, Mitsunari is happy for you since you found a new way to happily spend your time in the castle ※ But after one week of ignoring him, Mitsunari is not happy ※ You just thought Mitsunari is just busy to make strategies in the battle or too busy to finish his books so you decided not to bother him and draw your attention to the puppy ※ Mitsunari can’t pinpoint what is happening to him ※ He feels so gloomy and less energetic whenever he sees you smiling so sweetly at your puppy ※ So when he spotted you sitting while you are watching the puppy running happily in the gardens, he approaches you ※ Mitsunari sits beside you and you smile at him to acknowledge his presence ※ After a long silence, you noticed that Mitsunari is unusually quiet ※ “Mitsunari, what’s wrong?” ※ “I…. don’t know….” ※ “Huh?” ※ Mitsunari explained to you that for some reason, he feels something is strange on his chest whenever you ignore him and all of your attentions were drawn to your puppy ※ This innocent fluff ball is not aware that he’s been jealous to your pet puppy ※ You suddenly hug him making Mitsunari shocked ※ You promise him that you will never ignore him and you’ll pay more attention to make sure that this will never happen again ※ That night, you personally deliver Mitsunari’s dinner on his room and spend more quality time with him

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Welcome to the most addictive realm in the universe: The Sword Coast of Forgotten Realms. How many thousands of people out there have wasted many an hour with paper and pen, or in titles like Pools of Radience, Eye of the Beholder , or any number of campaigns or computer games involving The Forgotten Realms? O.K. don't scream yes all at once! :-). How long have we waited for something new? Something to come along and fill that craving ache that the Dungeon Master can no longer fill because they burned out 10 years ago after running games for 10 more? How long, I say, how LONG? Yes! I hear you, you are shouting across the globe, TOO LONG! How did we all hear that? Easily, by the number of copies grabbed up and off the shelves of the one game to promise it to you once again. Really the first game to sell like seriously tasty hot-cakes. Interplay couldn't burn them fast enough and those who had them were the envy of every group of gaming friends across the world. I still to this day play on a mud located in Finland, there was NOTHING but ' BG ' chat on the wizard channel. What day are you on? Where is that blasted magic ring? I just found Volo, damn that Captain. I just got to Cloakwood!!! Talk about community addiction, no one could stop playing. Even here at GDR almost every editor is playing Baldur's Gate and cannot stop. Is it worthy? Hell yes, how can the whole world be wrong!? But really, let's have a look.

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My kingdom for Multiplayer! Single player mode in Baldur's Gate is fun, and tough. But it's not as good as multiplayer and there are a few reasons for this, which I will explain presently. Single-player mode allows you to play through the story with one character which you create at the beginning. Your character may then form a party by including NPCs found in the game or just go it alone. Yes, the game is even solvable with a single character, but so far (or as far as I know) only by one particular class. In general, players will instead group with mages, thieves, clerics or whoever else turns their fancy. Each NPC has their own personality, while one may be sniveling and insecure, the other might be half-crazed. A spectrum from good to evil in all the neutral, lawful and chaotic combinations ensures the traditional AD&D; variety.

Single-player mode does have its charms. Creating your character in the traditional way by choosing race, class (dual and multi-classes available), gender, abilities, alignment, proficiencies and spells to start with. You must also select your name and portrait, and your icon appearance and roll for your stats. If you've played any of the old Forgotten Realms CRPGs you will feel right at home with this. Most of the AD&D; 2nd Edition rules are adhered to, with slight changes documented to make the transition to computer game. Bioware have done an excellent job of this, and it may come as a shock to those less familiar with the rules, since progression is slower and more subtle than in other computer games which are loosely related, such as Daggerfall where progression was quite easy.

Once character generation is complete, you begin your story in the town of Candlekeep. 'This citadel of learning stands on a volcanic crag, overlooking the sea.' From the opening animation of a Vader like character beating and torturing a poor knight, you do know that something evil has begun a campaign of some sort along the Sword Coast. In Candlekeep, you learn that you are the ward of Gorion, that you know nothing about your past, and that your peaceful life in Candlekeep, where books are a ticket into the gates, is threatened by some mysterious danger. It is this danger which drives you and Gorion from Candlekeep and onto a journey which will take you across the wilderness and through the towns between Baldur's Gate in the north and Arm in the south.

Go for the eyes Boo!

The story then in Baldur's Gate takes precedent. That is, you eventually progress toward solving the mysteries behind the danger threatening you. There are however, numerous side quests to follow, items to search for and monsters to destroy. Each area is a large 2D map which you can either spend time clearing or move directly through to get to your next destination. A large overview map is used to select the area you want to go to, and time is added (such as 4 days) to the overall game when you move from one city to the next. Sometimes you may be waylaid by monsters or bandits, and this might occur at a map which you normally cannot select.

Communication with characters is the main source of information and story progression. You often can choose a way to role-play through talking to NPCs and it may even affect your reputation. Reputation is related to alignment (if you are evil and doing nice deeds and improve your reputation you may loose your evil party members who think that's a toss). When playing single-player mode, it can be difficult in beginning to sort out a party. You are presented with NPCs of various alignments and skills and must compile a group that will live (literally. Ed) with each other. Since there are not so many in the beginning it can be tough going, especially if you are a mage (generally weak and cannot wear armor) and really need those extra members to survive. If the NPCs do not get along, eventually they will leave or attack you. Even still, I managed to keep good, neutral and evil aligned characters together by playing a lawful evil character and travelling both by day some of the time and by night the rest. They bitched and moaned and were nasty to each other, but with a medium reputation (of 10) it seemed to work.

This is one of the drawbacks of single-player mode however, you really are stuck with whoever you find, rather than creating your own party. In some sense though, this was humorous because they behaved in ways which were totally unexpected and added to the sense of being on a journey. At the same time, it meant that they were not my ideal type of group.

Although it wasn't my group, the role-playing aspect in single-player mode was much more rich. For one game (I have two running), I have the Ranger Chaotic Good leader grouped with Imoen, Neutral Good Thief NPC (childhood friend to my character). They were joined in the woods by a Chaotic Evil Necro and a Neutral Evil Thief. They stayed grouped from the woods to The Friendly Arm. Then, after grouping with the two friends of Gorion in the Arm, we went upstairs and I let the evil thief try to steal first from a chest, he was unsuccessful with lock picking, then attempt a pick-pocket from a noble. Well, the noble caught him and a fight ensued...the characters started shooting arrows at all the nobles. After firing arrows and killing the nobles the characters all started talking. The good chars said, 'I dont think I like how this group is being run!' The evil necro said,' Oh, for the first time this group is becoming palatable!' :-). Anyway, more than half were pissed off and wanted to break group. Worse yet, since Rangers are meant to be doers of good deeds, immediately the reputation changed and my character lost her Ranger status. So, role-playing with NPCs really works.

Bring me some ale!

As you travel, you enter taverns, private houses, farms, woods and meadows. These rooms and outdoor areas are beautifully rendered and are the most unusual to date, absolutely fascinating. Looking sketched or painted, these maps have shadows which change over time, and eventually become dark as day turns to night. Rain or light snow falls and crystal clear rivers are filled with small stones and approachable islands. Your characters move with distinct behaviours and certain terrains, such as mountains and cliffs, are impassable. Actually this provided some problems with path-finding, which has recently been addressed in a beta patch. Both interior and outdoor scenes are augmented by excellent sounds of people moving, shouting, doors opening and closing or birds and animals moving about. The wind rustles, a monster cries, it's all in a days work on the road.

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Combat in Baldur's Gate is different from its predecessors, as it is in real-time. The combat method is based on AD&D; rules adjusted to real-time, so instead of a 60 second initiative period, each character is given 6 seconds. The speed with which a character attacks is a number between 1/10 and 10/10ths time per round and the initiative is decided by a combination of rolled factors: ability, situation, and chance. Whether a character has a successful attack still depends on their THAC0 (To Hit Armour Class 0) and their attack roll. Critical hits and misses are decided by the attack roll, 20 or 1, respectively. Strength, dexterity, modifiers and weapons all affect attacks. Casting is treated in a similar way, although spells must be previously memorized (rather than being based on the mana of the caster) and can be disrupted in combat if the caster is hit.

This real-time aspect to AD&D; combat takes some getting used to, actually most everyone I know uses either the selection of different types of auto-pause (such as pause after every round for each character) or the space-bar to pause combat. I initially started out with autopause and then switched to space-bar. The reason is that combat is too difficult to control real-time. Firstly, although you control each of the NPCs as well as your character, to play without pause requires using the A.I. scripts provided or making your own. A.I. has 3 different settings for each class, for instance you can play your mage defensive or aggressive. The problem I had with scripts was that they did not control the characters well enough. I often found my mad necromancer in the middle of combat, after he had fired off all of his spells using his piercing weapon. Meanwhile, the warriors ran off, chasing their fleeing opponents, only to run into a nest of new monsters. This led to the group breaking up, and often added too many enemies to the battle at once.

Therefore in single-player mode, I resorted to pause and handled all of the combat on my own. Grouping archers and mages to the back, warriors and thieves at the front. Handling each fired spell, and every attack. Archery was a wonderful tool, and one of my main combat methods. But another problem I had was that archers, when in heavy combat against a large number of monsters, would use up the 3x20 arrows in quivers and then require changes. In single-player going to the inventory window of the interface immediately causes the real-time combat to begin again (a choice Bioware made in order to simulate a change of weapon in combat) and thus things were running in the background behind the inventory screen (which I could not see) while I clumsily made the change to add arrows. Some of the reason for this is that monsters will 're-pop' in an area (pop up again) after you have killed the first batch. This means that you can continue fighting all day, not that realistic and one of the niggles.

On the other hand, Bioware have provided some excellent options settings to ease the difficulty of real-time combat. Almost every spell and action can be mapped to keys using a convenient set of configuration windows so customizing your combat is not uncomfortable.

Finally, this group is becoming palatable

Despite the niggles mentioned above, single-player mode is a more challenging way to play Baldur's Gate. By sticking it out through the first stages, I learned the interface and created my own ways to deal with situations and my NPCs. As the story progressed, and the more involved I became, then the more trouble I had giving up characters that I had gotten used to for new members that came along. It's actually better to make some tough choices early since the characters which join your party gain experience, and therefore levels, along with your main character, building up their powers over time to help with the more troublesome events that come much later in the game.

Aleya

Journal Entry: Day 77, Hour 12 (17 Flamerule, 1368)

It was about noon when my companions and I set up camp in the Cloakwood Forest, giving me my first opportunity to update my journal since leaving Beregost. Strange monsters and human bandits beset the road to this beautiful place and my companions and I are weary from the seemingly endless battles. It is a rare pleasure to be able to stop and enjoy the beauty of nature.

I have to admit that I would have never dreamed myself living this type of life. How could I have predicted it when I was growing up amongst the serenity of the books at Candlekeep? Now my old friends and I are being hunted for reasons I'm not sure of, my foster father slain by a mysterious armored figure. Gorion believed too fervently in the need for the powers of good to prevail, but he was a caring and generous man. Why he or I would have enemies this powerful is a mystery to me. Well, at least I have the comfort of my friends who I have grown up with and trust completely. It would have been much harder had I needed to rely on the strangers I have met in my journeys.

Something out there is tipping the balance of power to the side of evil. I understand the need for evil in this world, but this lack of balance is forcing me to have to tip the scales back through good deeds and heroic actions. To be honest, though, I would much rather stay here with my fellow druids in Cloakwood. It would be wonderful to disappear into these woods and not return to the mess that is human civilization, but I feel something stronger calling me. These strange dreams I have been having would indicate that there is something lurking just over the horizon that I haven't grasped yet. Perhaps I will learn more when I find that mine and talk to whoever is in charge there. Perhaps.

Multiplayer

This game was so big it took two of us to review it - Karen focused on playing the game through in single player mode, and I played the multiplayer mode with my husband over my home LAN. Interestingly enough, Karen and I had two different experiences playing the game although we both shared the same addiction to it. Let's face it, this game is nothing short of incredible. I generally don't play games like these through again, but as I write this, I'm on my fourth full game of Baldur's Gate and still enjoying it as much as I did the first time through.

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While some of the issues Karen had with the single player mode were resolved by multiplayer gameplay, I didn't see some of the interesting NPC features she would have been able to see. Creating six custom characters definitely has its merits, such as being able to create the exact type of characters you want rather than hoping the game will supply them for you. However, doing so prevents the player from seeing the interactions that take place between the NPCs in your party and other characters in the game world. Each NPC has his/her own unique personality and history that affects the way some quests are solved and can even influence the flow of the storyline.

Custom characters do not have much of a personality, nor do they have any sort of history aside from 'you were a friend of the main character at Candlekeep'. These custom created characters are not as likely to break and attack the party for acting outside of their alignment as NPCs are. My husband controlled both a neutral evil Thief and a lawful good Paladin; he enjoyed sneaking away from the rest of the party to take his characters on house raids in the major towns while I wasn't paying attention. Granted, he left the Paladin in the living room while the Thief roamed the house and stole things - but I still would think that a character with a lawful good alignment would have a problem breaking into houses. Nor would a Paladin really be able to tolerate being grouped with an evil character in the first place. These differences aside, the story line and subquest structure of both single player and multiplayer is exactly the same.

Multiplayer mode allows far greater control over the characters, which is why many players chose to play the game in this mode instead of single player. Each player in the game session controls a certain number of characters, and to make up for the fact that there can be up to six people playing the game at once, the game does allow you to enter the Inventory screen while paused. This complete control over the characters meant that I never had to worry about auto-pausing the game in battles as Karen did to ensure my characters were doing the right things. I never ran out of arrows, potions, or anything else. However, I did notice that the character scripts still had an effect if you chose to set them; when I set my fighter to aggressive I had a much harder time controlling him, as he tended to run and attack anything the instant it turned into an enemy. Unfortunately, this meant that if I accidentally made townspeople angry he would generally kill them before I had even realized what happened - but this was easily fixed by turning off the scripts.

Lots of Options

Baldur's Gate offers an amazing amount of control over how the game is played in a game session. It is very easy to set up a multiplayer game, and just as easy to join one in progress over the Internet or LAN. Each game can be protected using a password to keep unwanted players from joining. The player on the server machine (or the 'leader') has the power to decide - on a per player basis at any point during the game - whether or not the other players have the ability to modify characters, spend gold, initiate dialog, view other character records, leave an area, pause the game, or modify permissions.

The leader has the power to kick other players from the multiplayer session instantly or decide, using the Character Arbitration screen, which player controls which character(s). Because of the fluidity of multiplayer game play, characters can be added, deleted, or reassigned during game play on the fly. At any point during the game, the leader can completely change the dynamics of the party, deleting all the old characters and creating completely new ones if he so desires - although any party manipulations mid-game like this drop the party reputation back to 10 or 11. The leader also dictates how player import works. One can choose to import a character into a game with all experience and items, with experience only, or at with no items or experience.

The fact that characters can be imported and exported with full items at any point in the game helps protect players against player killing - the leader can either revert back to a saved game or you can just import your character back in. An added bonus to this import/export option is that it also allows for some interesting cloning experiments in terms of both player characters and items. Just as a test of the import process (it isn't considered 'cheating' when done as an experiment, right?) I managed to clone in five copies of my fighter for an extremely tough battle. I dismissed the other five people from the party temporarily, then had them rejoin after I sent the five 'clones' into battle to be killed. By cloning the fighter, I not only duplicated him but also any items the he was holding when I exported him. I could pick these items up from the bodies of the dead 'clones' and redistribute them within my party, allowing my characters to be equipped with multiple copies of very rare magical items.

The game is designed to run in asynchronous mode, which means that not all computers will show the exact same events on the screen. While this is good in terms of latency issues, it is a little disconcerting during the gameplay. It seemed that whatever appeared on my machine (the server) was 'reality' and whatever appeared on my husband's computer was not. There were many times either my characters or his got killed because of this; to him it looked like the monsters were across the screen, or not there at all, when in reality they were right in the middle of the party. We even had a couple instances where his characters appeared in impossible places, such as trapped behind walls, when the computers would readjust what was on both our screens.

What's that Icon Mean?

The interface is one that takes a lot of time to get used to and has a high initial learning curve. There are several icons surrounding the main game screen, and as is sometimes the problem with icons, they aren't always intuitive. For instance, a mask appears for the thief's 'unlock/disarm trap/pickpocket' button, which doesn't make me think of any of those. Because of these icons, I had to keep the manual handy to keep track of all the different icons and options throughout the game.

In general, the icons along the side are the game management icons, allowing the player access to the character screens, inventories, map, journal, and game options. The character portraits are along the opposite side. These can be moved around at will, including putting new characters into the 'main character' slot. Players can chat amongst themselves using the dialog box, which can be expanded to be bigger or smaller, depending on the amount of conversation occurring. Game text, battle statistics, and conversation with NPCs also appears in this box.

The icons at the bottom for quick items, weapons, and abilities can be confusing at first, as the icons that appear differ depending on the character type. For instance, the screenshot above is taken with my druid character highlighted, so her bar contains spells, items, and two weapons. The thief's bar would contain different icons to represent his ability to hide in shadows, find traps, and disarm/unlock. The fighter's icons are different, as are the mage's, and so on.

For the most part, the game does an excellent job of providing alternate ways to know icons aside from digging out the manual or quick reference guide. Either a mouse click or leaving the mouse over an icon brings up descriptive text about the icon, spell, ability, or item. One other thing Baldur's Gate does very well is map areas and document major and minor quest information in the journal. I did not have to keep manual notes at all, which is a first.

The Game Bible ... er, Manual

A game this large and with so much to learn in order to play it needs a manual that is equally as large, and the one that ships with the game is the size of a short novel - 159 pages of very important information. I must have read through it about three times! I have some experience with playing AD&D; games, so I had a basic knowledge of the character classes, alignments, and spells. This manual, however, greatly enhanced my knowledge of how things worked in the AD&D; world, and contained any piece of relevant information that might be needed to play the game. I always had it on hand when I played the game, and I found myself referring to it quite often. However, I wish it had contained more in-depth information about the pros and cons of the different races and classes. I found myself having to ask friends who used to Dungeon Master in the AD&D; pen and paper days for clarification instead.

However, with as much helpful information this manual contained, I don't think it was laid out in such a manner as to be helpful to new players. The information about character races, alignments, and classes was contained in the middle of the manual under a section about AD&D; Rules. Normally character creation information is at the front. The description about how the statistics for each attribute (such as intelligence, etc) actually affect the character is at the very back of the manual under a totally different section. The manual does have both an index at the back and a table of contents, but these still did not seem to cut down on the amount of time I, and others I know, had to search through the manual for information. I still managed to go almost 75% of the way through the game without knowing how to disarm traps or that I could set spells up in the quick use slots because I somehow overlooked that information in the manual.

Also, not many people even like to have to read a manual, not to mention one this long. Anyone who does not read the manual is at a disadvantage unless they know something about AD&D; rules. The quick reference guide is wonderful for mapping icons to meanings, but does not get into character limitations or detailed spell information. Even if one knows the rules and just uses the quick reference guide, there is a good chance that you will miss a key game option or feature.

The Battle Ends - For Now

Journal Entry: Day 130, Hour 10 (9 Eleint, 1368)

My quest has ended, although I am too weary from battle to recount all the details. Suffice to say my quest was difficult and lengthy, but one the gods surely enjoyed. The ending of my saga seemed somehow anticlimactic given all that I had been through, but I can definitely live with that! I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed my adventures, and for some reason, I feel as if this journey was only the beginning of more to come. I will welcome the challenge, and am looking forward to where the fates may take me.

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Go for the eyes Boo!

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Finally, this group is becoming palatable

Aleya

Journal Entry: Day 77, Hour 12 (17 Flamerule, 1368)

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Lots of Options

What's that Icon Mean?

The Game Bible ... er, Manual

The Battle Ends - For Now

Journal Entry: Day 130, Hour 10 (9 Eleint, 1368)

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Game has been re-abandoned on GOG in favor of the Enhanced Edition by BeamDog.

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