#Warhammer was always that way right from the beginning huh

[kirbyddd]

why does wikipedia have the review from Games Workshop's own magazine about its own game as critical reception

[tobiasdrake]

Dragon Ball Daima 01x12 - True Strength

Here we go. Presumably this will be Vegeta vs. Tamagami, Round 2. Good luck, Geets! You got this!

(I am going to laugh so hard if Goku has to fight the Tamagami for him.)

Alright, so how do they resolve Vegeta being eaten by the hydra?

Huh. "It was a fakeout; He never got eaten" wasn't my first guess. I had my money on either "Vegeta goes Super Saiyan and breaks free" or "Goku has to fight the hydra".

But this is what I was talking about.

Now that we don't need to manufacture the illusion of a desperate cliffhanger, Vegeta turns Super Saiyan right away and the hydra is no longer an issue. He was only letting himself get punched around for the sake of fabricating dramatic tension last episode.

The episode still tries to play it as an arena hazard for a bit. But even then....

Vegeta just hits the hydra really hard one time and it immediately fucks off. It was never, ever really a threat to him or Goku despite all the screentime spent pretending that it was.

So, that was lame. But now that Vegeta's stopped letting himself get beat up for funsies, the real Vegeta vs. Tamagami fight can begin in earnest.

I love how much more blunt and direct Vegeta's fight with his Tamagami is, as opposed to Goku's. Vegeta's always been more of a warhammer to Goku's scalpel, and you can feel it in their fights.

Goku spent his battle leading the Tamagami around in circles and capitalizing on openings in their guard, while Vegeta just powers in there and tries to break through.

Meanwhile, Duu.

Despite his dull personality, Duu is kind of perfect as a Buu-like fighter.

At this point, I think the narrative function of the three Tamagamis has been made clear. Both why these boss fights exist and why there's three of them, specifically. With everything else in Makai being beneath Dabra/Cell in power, the Tamagamis act as yardsticks to showcase how Goku, Vegeta, and Duu relate to each other in ability.

These three entities alone are beyond Dabra/Cell. By conquering them, Goku, Vegeta, and Duu assert their place in the pecking order as entities beyond the beings that are Dabra/Cell but relatively close to one another.

...rude. This is Goku erasure. He's standing right there, guys.

Neva being able to make them go Super Tamagami is a twist I did not see coming. But one that makes perfect sense, and I love it.

Out-of-nowhere Kuu showing up with the chocolate bars to rejuvenate Duu's motivation is such an old-school Dragon Ball moment. XD I love that this is the finisher that brings Duu vs. Tamagami One into its endgame.

This is the best headbutt that anyone has ever delivered in cinematic history.

I was skeptical about Duu's ability to potentially carry a final boss fight and I recant everything. Duu's such a fun fighter, I love it.

Though I still think Duu and Kuu are going to fuse. Goku and Vegeta vs. Duu and Kuu seems inevitable. I also half-expect these two lunkheads to end up ruling Daimakai or something.

Even if they are the Final Boss, there's no way the show kills them off. They're too innocent and joyful.

It's a good thing Goku didn't get this Tamagami because he'd be screwed.

BUT FORTUNATELY KUU IS A SUPER-GENIUS ARE YOU KIDDING ME

I LOVE THESE LUNKHEADS

ONLY ONE BRAIN CELL BETWEEN THEM BUT KUU PUTS IT TO GREAT USE

I love them. I love their whole little family. I want only good things for them.

I hate how similar these forms are. Without seeing the lightning crackles here, you would have no way of knowing that this....

...is supposed to be Super Saiyan 2.

(Wouldn't it be funny if Vegeta obtained Super Saiyan 3 in this series? Which would mean retroactively he had it all along in GT or Super or what have you but it was so outpaced by those shows' new forms that it didn't matter?)

With a title like "True Strength", I really thought Vegeta was going to have to go on like an inner journey to find the strength within himself to bounce back here. But nope, he was just taking an ad break. XD

We come back from commercial and he powers up immediately (this time to Super Saiyan 2) and gets right back in the fight. He just. XD He just needed. Hahahaha. He just needed a moment to talk to you about our sponsor, HelloFresh. Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

OH MY GOD I WAS JOKING

I WAS MAKING A FUNNY SHITPOST

THEY ACTUALLY DID IT

THEY ACTUALLY MADE IT SO VEGETA HAS RETROACTIVELY HAD SUPER SAIYAN 3 IN THE SEQUEL SERIES ALL ALONG

...

This definitely should have had some sort of "Vegeta discovering the true meaning of strength at the bottom of the ocean" mind journey or something to lead into it. This was achieved way too easily.

He cracked Super Saiyan 3 halfway through doing the ad read for NordVPN.

"Are you worried about your wife's corporate surveillance network reporting back on the websites you visit? Well, if you're like me, you want a good-- huh. ...yeah, that would work. Anyways, you'll want to protect your privacy online...."

But then. It is Vegeta. This is how he operates. He gets free skill points whenever Goku levels up; They're just set on a time delay.

In seriousness, Bulma at least offers some explanation. Like most of Vegeta's power-ups, he unceremoniously bridged that gap offscreen. He's been sitting on it and waiting for a good time to show it off.

Vegeta likes to go away for a while and then come back with new abilities that Goku already achieved, but he often at least gets to reveal them in big exciting moments. His key strength is his ability to consistently follow in Goku's footsteps where all others eventually fade into obscurity.

Playin' the Hits

There's something sincerely funny about Vegeta trying to demonstrate how cool he's become but the best he can come up with is to plagiarize something Goku did that one time.

Oh, and also a little bit of Frieza plagiarism. Keeping his arms folded across his chest while fighting exclusively his legs is something he stole from Frieza. Though he was dead at the time that happened, so this might just be a little bit of Frieza's influence on his early development showing through.

Playin' the Hits #3, at least, is a Vegeta original.

It's always been kinda funny to me the way subsequent Dragon Ball materials make the Galick Gun out to be, like, Vegeta's Kamehameha. His signature beam attack that he whips out when he needs to smash someone with overwhelming force.

He only actually did this once in the series. Unlike Goku, Vegeta generally doesn't stick to a single technique as his go-to signature move. He doesn't have a Standard Arsenal of attacks. He's like Piccolo; Constantly trading up and leaving old moves in his dust.

And then closing on copy/pasting Goku's final exchange with the Tamagami from four episodes ago in this very series.

Possibly one more for the road? I am like 70% certain this is from the anime version of Super Vegeta vs. Semi-Perfect Cell? It definitely looks familiar.

IDK

Daima was the last series that Akira Toriyama worked on before his passing, but to my knowledge, we don't know where the series was in its development when he passed on.

But I can say that, in my opinion, a lot of Vegeta vs. Tamagami Two feels like a Toei fight, not a Toriyama fight. Especially its incredibly derivative conclusion.

OH YOU SNEAKY SON OF A BITCH.

SPECIFICALLY THIS ONE.

I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON YOUR TRICK QUESTIONS OLD MAN

I failed this Tamagami test and I'm mad about it.

[blaxicanjester-blog]

A Plague For a Saint? pt2 (saints prologue)

Brock finally spoke, pulling Jester out of his own thoughts, “ I see him, but how did he get here so fast.” Brock pointed to a dome-like building that laid in the center of the city. There, a council consisting of wealthy families, businessmen, politicians, and other great influences sat together and discussed the future of their country. And scaling to the top of this building was a figure, Jester used his demonic sight to peer in closer. Seeing what looked like a man in semi formal attire and wearing a hooded robe, as well as a plague doctor mask with glowing red lenses.

‘Are you sure that’s him?” Jester said, guessing it was him as well but just asked for clarification. Jester stuck out his hand. Making the black, ink like liquid escape its capsule and collect itself in Jester’s palm. Floating idle and awaiting to be transformed into whatever Jester desired.

“Why else would he be there?’ let's hurry up and grab him before-” Brock started to say as he also prepared to leave. He looked over westbound and saw a few figures leaping out in the distance heading towards the same building. Brock sighed as he finished getting ready. “ never mind there are already others. Lets just hope Fred gets here soon otherwise this is going to be a pain in the ass.” he said. The thought of having to fight multiple people was just agonizingly annoying.

“What you mean? That just makes things even more fun. You convince the boy. I’ll take care of the others. “ he said with a pleasured growl and a devilish grin, exposing his pointed demon teeth. His purple eyes illuminated as he formed a oversized Warhammer with his ink-like liquid and went at a running start towards the edge on the building. He swung down at the building just as he ran out of footage, hitting the side of the building and launching himself through the air. The impact bursting with show of such force, the building began to crumble where it was hit. Jester flew across the night sky towards the people that we also heading towards their target.

He landed right before them as they had just landed upon the next building. He did a slight bow, the hammer pointed out right behind him “ Fellas… I ask that you turn right now if you know what’s good for you. And believe me,” His voice was eerily cheery and uplifted as if he took great delight in what was about to happen as he looked up at all their faces. Eyes still illuminated but now a purple glow seemed to emanate from his body, a sort of aura. He gave the collective few a grin. “ It would VERY MUCH be the best for you.” he awaited their response, five in all. They all looked at him and chuckled as they drew their weapons in response and prepared themselves for a fight. One they surely thought would be a easy win. Jester only shrugged “ Very well…” acting disappointed “ Let the show Begin!!”  

Brock could only roll his eyes as he started to head towards the dome with a little more elegance. “ very well..” he grumbled as he leaped from building top to building top. Not being as destructive as the demon but being just as fast, if not faster. He didn't mind if Jester took on the others. He would probably do better talking to the kid without the fool hanging around. Brock looked out to see how far up the boy had gotten. “He’s almost there. Gotta hurry.” He launched further, making sure to not strain himself but still tried to beat the rogue to the top. They had made it around the same time. Startling one another. The boy reached into his pocket to grab something but stopped once Brock raised a hand, slightly out of breath “ stop kid… don’t want to do anything rash now. Put your hand up and don't try any shit. Just want to talk, But i also ain’t afraid to kill ya too.” he said in a blank tone, catching his breath between sentences.

The rogue, looked at him, tilting his head in confusion “Ah yea. And what makes you think I gotta listen, huh?” he said with a show of defiance and attitude. His voice muffled from the mask which he hadn’t taken off. It was clear he wasn’t that old, late teens, early twenties. It didn’t matter though.

“ Well I have no problem with that. Frankly that would make things a whole lot easier. But then you'd be left alone, and having to worry about all the people, supernatural and normal alike, hunting you down. I'm hear to grant you asylum with me and my colleagues. We will be able to protect you and all we ask is that you work with us.” Brock’s hand was still raised. In in any kind of formality, but just as a defensive precaution as well as a way to keep the rogue in check. “What's your name kid?” he asked curiously.

The rogue was resilient, debating if he should further talk to this random man that came to him in talk of safe havens and being hunted. Besides, he had a job to do. He was here to kill the councilmen that resided in the building they stood atop of. But, he decided to humor the stranger for just a while longer as he thought of a way to get rid of the Caucasian male. “Robin, Robin Trouh. And yours?” he asked out of politeness, although he really didn’t care.

“ You don’t deserve that knowledge yet.” brock said coldly. The rejection lingered in the silence that came after. It seemed like forever that either of them haven’t spoke.

“ Well who exactly is “we” I mean for all I know you could be one of the ones trying to hunt and kill me.” Robin exclaimed. His hand still at his belt.

“ See if it was my choice I would’ve already killed you. Frankly I didn’t want to come, but my boss had me and my colleague come and find you. He was suppose to be here too but I guess he’s running a lil late.” Brock said, grumbling at the last part as he figured Fred was off somewhere just lounging around. He sighed and looked back at the boy, composed once more.

“ And where’s this colleague of yours hmm?” Robin asked with a cocky attitude, not really believing the story.

Brock simply pointed to the ruckus that was going on behind them, a purple flash colliding with five more figures around him and making an absolute mess of the rooftops. Brock only shrugged “ he’ll be fine,” he said without worry “ but unless you wanna be dead in about a week's time I say come with us. At least till everyone stops looking for your head. Then you can leave. But if you choose to stay then you can help us carry out our mission.” A smile curled around the edges of Brock’s mouth.

“ Oh Yea, entice me huh. What exactly is your guy’s “aim”?” Robin seemed to mock the man from within his mask, still keeping his guard up incase the stranger tried to do anything to him. He was slightly intrigued, but still wanted to get back to what he came here to do.

“Why kill of all the gods of course. Assume our own power to the top and make the universe as it should be. “ Brock said this as if it was obvious. Like there was always something wrong with the world they lived in. As if it was outdated, conformed to such a way that nothing would ever change. Things have been the same for too long, and how things were just wasn’t right. Of course Fred’s aim was to be the one true god, but with a loyal crew to help get him there the world could be reborn into the image they all wanted. At least that’s what Brock decided to do when they reached the top.

“ YOU SAY THAT LIKE IT’S EASY!!” Robin blurted. The purpose seeming all too delusional.

“With the right people it will be. We take it step by step and keep collecting numbers as we go. But only the best, and one’s who will stay till the end. Brock was a little more serious. He didn't want their cause to look like a joke. “ If you DON’T come we COULD kill you…” Brock said with a hypothetical, high pitched tone as he shrugged just a bit.

Robin could only chuckle at the threat. The possibility of someone actually killing him seemed slim. “ Yea… you and mister macho over there?” he said gesturing to Jester taking out the others that had come.

“ Look we are just trying to help. If not then cool, whatever. But get in our way and we WILL kill you. I can promise that.” Brock said as he stuck his hands in his pockets and started walking off. He wasn’t about to argue and keep talking to him if he wasn’t interested. They weren’t in need of people. Just as he started to walk away Fred finally surfaced to the top of the roof. His pink robe flapping in the wind the same as Brock’s opened cloak. Brock just looked over at him and shrugged. Fred responded with a somewhat displeased frown, looking back at Robin and then at Brock once more. Seeming as if they were talking to each other almost telepathically.

Robin just looked at the two questionably. Wondering who this tall, dark skinned man was who just came. Perhaps the boss the other was talking about? No it couldn’t be, this boy seemed much too young to be a leader of any sorts. And what was up with the pink king robe that he wore? He seemed more like a cosplayer than anything. Robin looked down and remembered of the job he had to do. His face red with anger from behind the mask. He was frustrated at these fools for wasting so much of his time. He was going to lose his chance. Just as he jolted his head back to confront the two he was met face to face with the second stranger. His cold dark eyes seemed to glare right through the red lenses of his plague doctor mask. Shivers ran down his spine, he clenched the syringes that he held in his hand a little tighter.

“ You’re going to come with us. It will not only benefit you, but us as well. You will be working under me as we keep you safe. Otherwise we can kill you right here. I’m sure we’d get a lot of heat off our backs for doing so. “ Fred’s breath left a light fog on the red lenses as he spoke. His voice was to a growl so that only Robin can hear him, his stare fixated as he waited for a reply. He could tell the boy was shook behind his mask and that almost made him grin. But he kept his composure.

“And who are you to order me around and give me death threats?” Robin asked, a little worried and ready to fight. He didn’t like being ordered around so much, and if this was how things were going to be he was better off alone in his opinion.

“ Why I’m Pope. leader of the Unholy Saints. Now tell me, why are you coming all the way out here to Hominious, to the capitol conference room, where all the people who run your country have met up? Do you wish to cause a revolution?” Fred would’ve liked that idea. Had plan to do the same at a later date, but this kid was about to solo it. He was bold, Fred gave him that. Bold and stupid. Fred backed up a little bit and looked at the boy up and down. Seeing his well tailored clothing under his ragged cloak he probably only used to hide his identity. He heard the boy sniffled and looked back up him. Now afraid of what the answer might be.

“My….My parents...they let my parents die!” Robin yelled in a cracked voice. His throat swelled to the point he didn’t know if he could go on to tell the rest, his body quivered at the memory . the lonely nights afterwards. He was so alone after that and had to keep up the act that he was fine. But those days were behind him. Now things were going to change. For better or for worse. Robin took a deep breath...letting it all out after a couple seconds. His throat healed just enough to utter the rest in a sorrowed whisper “ The man that ran my district did nothing to help us when a weird epidemic went across my town. It had hit a few towns previous to us, so it wasn’t like he didn’t have time to help. He just refused. When it hit our town we just weren’t prepared. Including my father, and mother, who was pregnant with my little sister at the time.” robin had paused at the mention of his unborn sibling. Wincing at the thought that he never got to see her. “ My father was the first to go. Trying to make sure me and my mother didn't get sick. He died at the dinner table a week later. Because he was gone my mother ultimately ended up being sick as well. She got all my things before it was too late and told me to leave, to beat the sickness by getting further out, or to another district even. We got into an argument about it all and it finally took her too. Right in the midst of her trying to convince me to leave. So I left. Ended up finding a nice lady and her husband in the capitol of my district. Her husband was a Medical professor and taught me all this stuff about medicine. I later ended up furthering my studies with it and became a doctor myself.” he smiled, his voice was cheerful at that part, but then remembering what happened next in his life his tone became more dreadful “ But while my teachings taught me what things were and how to aid, and cure. I started to research how to hinder and infect people as well. How to make bacteria and create viruses. This was of my own research in an attempt find what exactly killed my parents. Over and over I would read stuff, hypothesis and test. I’d go mad with this sudden knowledge. Ending up making myself sick most of the time with all the accidental bacteria I created. I was unsuccessful in my work. Till a pale, old, sickly looking man met with me and offered to help me on my research. Said he could tell me just what I was looking for. But at the price of my soul… I was stupid to agree, the want to know drove me to make reckless decisions. I later stayed with this man for almost a year. Not knowing who he was. And the whole time he wouldn’t tell me what I wanted to know but instead gave me the whole knowledge, dare I say power, to create illnesses and remedies. A whole periodic table of bacteria and viruses to use like building blocks to make the ultimate epidemic.  Finally he said who he was, his name still rings in my ears from time to time. He told me that He created the epidemic that got my family killed. That I’ve been learning under my parents killer this whole time and never knew. He said that I was ready to learn more though. That I could do so much more if I was to stay his student, and that he’ll tell me how he made that exact epidemic. Long story short I told him to fuck off and I escaped… just not with my soul… and not with all the power he had. I can’t kill him, but I can kill those who never tried to help.” Robin looked back at Fred, Brock and now Jester who was sitting crisscrossed with popcorn. Robin looked at Jester questionably but before he could say anything Fred spoke up.

“We see, and don't worry, we will help you make sure you get your revenge. On both our country leaders, And Pestilence. But only if you join us, help us help you and you will get what you want, as well as help us get what we want.” Fred said, his voice low but not cause of his cold, emotionless nature.

Robin only nodded. “Fine.”

Jester jumped up gleefully, stretching and getting ready to leave “ WHOOOOOO NEW PERSON!!! Now things get exciting! And I’m not on the bottom anymore!! Sweeeeet!” his voice loud and obnoxious like always.

Brock had already casted a portal back to the monastery “Well let’s get going, Gotta get him settled and have to find out what’s next for us to do. And Jester has chores he never does.” brock, glared at Jester Before stepping in. Jester ran right after him trying to defend himself. Fred just shook his head at the two before looking back at Robin.

“Yea we ain’t serious all the time, but we know when we have to be.” Fred said with a shrug, acting annoyed at the fact that they are pretty crazy at times, especially Jester, and started walking through the portal.

Robin hesitated, he had just met these guys and he’s about to go off with them. Was it right? Should he? They offered everything he needed in a blink of an eye. And they don't even seem like they have everything together. How would they do everything the said…? He had all these questions. Yet still saw himself walking through the portal.