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[emzeciorrr-gaming]

[ANDROID] Tokyo Revengers PUZZ REVE! -- Gameplay

"Tokyo Revengers PUZZ REVE!" is a puzzle game with RPG elements developed by the Japanese company Goodroid, released for iOS and Android mobile systems in 2023, based on the manga comic "Tokyo Revegers" by Ken Wakui. Before starting the game, we create our own gang of up to 6 people. During the game, the basic task is to eliminate 3 or more of the same elements of the same color and shape vertically or horizontally. When we arrange the elements in an L-shape or vice versa, or a wider line of elements horizontally or vertically, we will see special powers that allow them to be eliminated faster. In addition, each of the characters in our gang has their own powers. To achieve and use them, one of the characters' bar must be filled and then, after pressing on it, we can use its power. We receive rewards for completing a level and, over time, reaching a higher level for one or more characters in our gang.

[luthienmpl]

The way he's awake and listening to every word coming out of their mouths and they either don't seem to notice or care is fucking me up ngl.

[squirsquirrel]

Today I learned how to make an srt file. Now I'm learning how to make iOS Texts in ao3. This has been a fun day :D

[hxney-lemcn]

The Fall — Connor x gn! demi! reader

summery: Connor asks a personal question which leads to reader explaining their sexual orientation. Which ends up in a confession and fluffiness.

tw: anxiety attack, mentions of being invalidated

a/n: Super self indulgent. I may be aroace but I will live in this fantasy as long as I want.

wc: 1.5k

Master List

I felt frustrated. Oh so frustrated. I typically would spend my spare time reading. No, not reading novels or books like I probably should. It was kind of embarrassing to admit, but yes. I read fanfic. It’s not a crime, okay. But recently, I couldn’t pay attention to it, my mind drifting off to someone else instead. Every time too. I would be reading about my favorite characters and then think about him instead. Which led me to stare at my phone when I had free time and come up with scenarios that would potentially befall us. Not only did it waste my phone battery, but it also makes me look dumb just staring at nothing. 

I found myself in a similar situation at the moment. The t.v. droned on, some video or show, I wasn’t completely sure. I let out a small huff, tossing my phone gently onto my stomach. I turned my gaze to Connor, who happened to already be staring at me. 

Connor invited me out to Hank's house today. Just to hang out. I accepted, deeming that I need to socialize with people more…and maybe because that meant I could hang out with Connor. Hank was off who knows where, telling Sumo to watch over us. Which led us to sit on the couch and watch something. I was curled into one side of the couch, a light blanket keeping me warm.

“May I ask a personal question?” Connor asked, head tilting to the side in that cute puppy-like manner. 

“Shoot,” I replied, putting my full attention on him. 

“Have you ever been in a romantic relationship?” He asked, curious brown eyes boring into me. 

A range of emotions washed over me. Nervousness as to the implications this could mean, but also nervousness to what I was going to have to explain. I’m demiromantic, which meant that I had to get to know a person real well before even thinking about entering a romantic relationship with them. But I never really liked anyone like that for years…until now. 

Which meant that I had little to no experience when it came to dating. And I honestly believed that it would stay that way. Which I didn’t mind, don’t get me wrong. I was content on my own with my pets…but I always wanted something more with someone. To be special to someone. Which led me to reading fanfic. 

“No,” I replied hesitantly. 

Connor’s brows furrowed, a slight frown settled on his lips, “I don’t understand.”

I frowned in confusion as well, “What don’t you get?” His stare moved back to me and it was intense, some feeling I couldn’t put my finger on was swimming through his eyes.

“How someone as amazing as you haven’t found anyone yet,” Connor stated. 

I felt my heart rate accelerate and I tried to hide how flustered that statement made me, but I also knew he could scan me and find out without me even realizing. How could he say something like that so unabashed? He thinks I’m amazing? Does that mean he admires me? God, the thought alone made me feel all warm and fuzzy. 

“It’s…hard to explain,” I shrugged, looking towards the t.v. only to notice it was shut off. Connor stayed silent, eyes pleading for me to continue. I let out a small sigh, ready to fall into the usual spiel, “I’m demiromantic. I need to get to know someone real well before even thinking about anything more than friends, and the people I start to like never really saw me as anything more than a friend so I’ve never dated or anything.”

“How long does it take for you to gain these romantic interests? If I may ask,” Connor asked, his body moving closer in curiosity. 

Once again I just shrugged, trying to not think about how surprisingly quick I found myself falling for the handsome android sitting next to me. It still took longer than what the media portrays, at least a month, but that was quick for me. 

“It depends,” I finally answered. “I haven’t been interested in many people, I could probably count the amount on one hand.” I let out a small chuckle at the thought. “Why do you ask?”

My eyes were drawn to Connor’s led as it spun yellow. It even blinked red for a second and I grew concerned. Did…was he going to invalidate me somehow? Tell me I’m just trying to label myself and that what I felt was normal? It’s happened more than I’d like to think, but I trusted Connor, so if he said anything like that I wasn’t sure what I’d do. 

“I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable,” Connor finally managed to speak out. I moved to sit more upright, scooting closer to him. I gently placed a hand on his shoulder, and he seemed to relax a bit under me, the artificial muscles moving under my hand. 

“I trust you, Connor,” I spoke up. “I know if something comes out wrong you don’t mean it in a bad way.” 

“That’s not,” Connor huffed, shaking his head. My eyes fell onto that small piece of hair on his forehead, but I ignored the urge to push it back into place. His led once again blipped red before settling on yellow. “You produce these feelings inside of me, things I haven’t felt around anyone else. Hank has made some comments…and I believe this feeling is love, or strong attraction at the very least, but with this newfound information…”

Connor’s concerned, fearful look along with all the words he just spoke put my brain in overdrive. What? He…no. No…I…do I like him like that? I mean, yes I’m attracted to him, and yes, the idea of being in a relationship with him makes my heart pound faster. 

I pulled my hand away from him, scooting away slightly. I clenched my fists against my knees, staring down at the carpet floor like it would give me all the answers. I barely recognized his honeyed voice call my name in concern. I didn’t notice how his led settled on a deep red. I was too wrapped up in my own feelings, suddenly overwhelmed by everything. 

Scared, I was scared. Isn’t this what I wanted? Someone to like me? But was I in love with the idea of that? Or did I actually like Connor? I don’t want to start a relationship with the wrong intentions. Connor doesn’t deserve to be hurt. But I really really like him. Yeah, I like him. As a person. I like spending time with him. I like talking with him, I like helping him with his still newfound deviancy. 

Oh god, what if he only liked me because I was the first person to be kind to him? No, no it’s not my place to question his feelings. It’s all new to him as well. This is new to both of us…the thought alone made me relax a bit. I took a deep breath, and then another. Would it hurt to just try out a relationship? It’s Connor after all, and if it doesn’t work I don’t think it’d end too terribly…

With one last deep breath, I opened my eyes, feeling a lot calmer than I did a few seconds ago. I felt guilty as Connor fidgeted with his quarter, led bright red, eyes searching for something in mine. 

“Sorry,” I apologized nervously. “I…just got a bit overwhelmed.” Connor looked scared, he opened his mouth, but closed it. He seemed afraid he’d say something wrong. 

“Like I said, I’ve never been in a romantic relationship,” I explained. “And…I guess I kinda thought I’d never get a chance. So you saying that you…” The word felt heavy as it sat on my tongue. “...are strongly attracted to me…I guess it kinda scared me. I’ve never dealt with this before, and didn’t think I’d have to. Not that it’s bad or anything! Because I like you too, I’m just…scared.”

Connors led spun yellow, processing what I had just said. Finally it settled on a serene blue, his face morphed from fear, to relief, to settling on pure joy.

“I also don’t have experience in this field,” Connor replied. “I was built with a social programme, but it didn’t include anything to do with romantic human relations. I would like to learn with you.” 

Heat simmered through me, heart beating faster and I felt inexplicably happy. So happy, I had no idea what to do with this newfound energy bursting through me. I stared at Connor, his cute freckles, deep brown eyes, perfect eyebrows, full lips, to that damned piece of hair still out of place. It was hard to believe someone who looked so perfect would want to be with me. 

Trying to calm myself from doing something I’d regret, I lifted my hand up and brushed that piece of hair up and into place. Connor closed his eyes, tilting his head closer to my hand. I couldn’t help but marvel at how soft his hair felt. 

Continuing to brush his hair gently, I finally replied, “I wouldn’t want to learn with anyone else.”

Connor opened his eyes, his smile seeming to split at the seams. My heartrate spiked once more as I finally could put a word to the look in his eyes when he looked at me. Love.

[vee-beeee]

The Call

HELLO THERE

Im back in the building with a slightly angsty slightly b99 inspired crime scenario

Premise: You hadn't been on a call since you shot a mannequin 15 times. Nines and Conner promised your safety. And then you get HURT OOPs

a lil shorter too, sorry for plot holes stuff like that

Warnings: violence like choking and guns, punching y'know the basics getting attacked by a random mean guy

Conner and Nines x reader

I also dont know how to feel about this but i worked hard so here it iss

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It was a pretty uneventful morning all things considered.

You woke up with Nines and Conner, got all ready and went to work together. You got some basic desk jockey work done while Nines and Conner consulted Fowler on a case.

You were happy doing paper work, you even enjoyed it. You loved your job, but it could get super nerve-wracking when you went out on calls. The last one had been almost 2 months ago, when you had been so terrified from the description of the suspect and the location the crime took place that you as soon as you heard a noise you jumped up, screamed at the top of your lungs, and shot a mannequin to death.

Nines had then sarcastically told you that he thought it was dead, and Conner hurried by your side to calm you.

So you hadn't been on a call for a while. Usually Nines or Conner would go with Hank, (and on occasion a very angry Gavin) but you were all content.

Until today.

The boys got a report of someone seeing an android and a human having an altercation and the human dragging the droid to a nearby abandoned house.

Awesome. Sweet. Totally chill.

But Hank was out that day, Gavin was bonking around somewhere, and that left you alone to go.

"You don't have to if you don't want to Detective. There are other officers and other ways to go" Conner had seen your heart rate pick up when he told you the news, and was quick to comfort you. He was currently kneeling next to your chair, LED flickering amber and brows furrowed in concern. Nines on the other hand....

"They requested us. I understand she is anxious, but we have to leave quickly." He was standing a little behind Conner, looking edgy. His LED was also yellow, and he was stick straight. He held your gaze with a expression you couldn't read, but if you took a guess the flicker in his eyes was worry.

"We promise to protect you Y/N. If it comforts you to know, we are the most advanced androids currently." Conner did a little wink which made you perk up and giggle, bringing a smile to his face. Nines rolled his eyes but still followed up on his predecessors comment with

"We can easily take down anyone wishing harm on you, in fact we should all just stay together in the same room.."

"Okay Ill go"

Both RK units looked at you in surprise, not yet hearing your voice since announcing the news. You looked into both their eyes and nodded your head, and they instantly sprung into action. You got ready, nerves wracking your body, and left in Conner's car.

You were doing it.

When you got to the location, the first thing you noticed was how creepy it was. The house was in a bad part of town, and was extremely decrepit. The yard was completely over grown, and you had to fight some bushes to get close to the door.

"I cant believe this thing is still standing." you mumbled to yourself, and both boys had heard you. Conner shook his head and turned to glance your way while Nines scoffed in agreement. You all cautiously approached the the front door, taking care in being quiet.

Conner went to knock on the door, saying his usual "Detroit Police" spiel and Nines stood right behind him. While Conner was doing that, Nines had held his arm slightly in front of you, and you flushed over his subtle protectiveness. He was really cute sometimes. He was also making good on his promise from earlier to protect you, and you silently thanked him.

When knocking didn't get anywhere, Conner started looking in the windows (or what was left of them). Nines stalked away from you to do the same on the other side, and you stepped back off the houses porch to examine the stained glass window on the top of the home. You guessed it shown into the attic. At that moment you didn't know if it was the suns beams or you were freaked out, but you felt like you were making eye contact with a shadow.

You heard Conner call to you and he nodded his head to the door. You understood and saw Nines, once again, step his massive frame in front of you.

And then Conner started to kick the door.

It broke with surprisingly little resistance, and splintered on impact.

You were kind of glad for the Nines shield about now.

You watched Conner step into the house and spin around, whipping his gun into his hand. Soon he faced Nines and his LED blinked. Then Nines stepped into the house and you followed. You turned on and held up your flashlight and started looking around the living room area you seemed to be in. The house was in even worse shape on the inside, everything was a mess. There was dirty food and animal prints everywhere, and the house reeked of rotting wood. And something metallic. Not good.

You looked around and saw Conner enter a new room, that was right of the main entrance, and proceed to lean down and (yuckkk) taste test old blood. From where you were standing, it looked like an androids blue blood. You turned to the RK900 unit, who was staring at you, and fake gagged. He gave you an amused smirk and turned to continue into the kitchen.

As you were left alone in the living room, you decided to enter what looked to be a laundry slash back room that had a staircase to the top floor in it. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and you couldn't help but wonder what happened to the people that had previously been living here.

What you didn't notice when you were observing the clothes, back turned away from the stairs, was a figure.

Creeping down the stairs.

Quietly.

Staring at you with hate.

You started to turn around as you heard fast thumps and suddenly you were pushed into the wall. Hard. So hard, the wind was knocked out of you and suddenly the world was tipping as you fell on the ground. You gasped as the assailant took advantage of your surprise to kick your stomach, making you wheeze harder. You tried to grab at their legs to trip them, and you managed to for a second but they recovered faster. They then sat down on you to stop your fighting and wrapped their hands around your neck. And then applied pressure. They positioned their knees on your legs and leaned their full body weight on your upper body. You kicked and struggled, gasping loudly and calling out a pitiful "help".

2 heads snapped in your direction from across the house.

And then the figure, which you recognized as an large adult man with balding hair and a shaggy mullet, was harshly shoved off of you and pushed into the ground. Nines had gotten to you first, and was busy fighting the man as he pulled out of his grasp and kicked at the RK unit. It was a losing battle, and the man was subdued when Nines punched him so hard he knocked him out.

As soon as Conner entered the room he was instantly at your side, brushing your hair out of your face and calling your name. Your vision was blurry, but you saw his LED was a bright red. You could feel your body was bruised, and your heavy breathes came out raspy. You coughed and tried to sit up, falling immediately after. Conner caught your head before you hit it on the floor, and lifted you to his chest. He wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head, whispering apologies.

Over the RK800s shoulder, you saw Nines was still looking at the man. The expression on his face was murderous. He finally glanced in your direction and caught sight of your teary eyes, and softened. He walked over to lean down and kiss your hair, LED blinking red and yellow. You knew he was scanning you. Both of them had. After a while, Conner's hug became bone crushing and you tapped his back to signal it was time for him to release you. With a hoarse voice you tried to ease the situation.

"Guys I'm okay now, but I am disappointed I didn't put up much of a fight." Conner was instantly shaking his head.

"No he suprised you and over powered you. Dont blame yourself. Blame me. I wasnt there, Im so sorry." Now you were shaking your head in defiance.

" I wandered off, its my fault not yours, you guys should be mad at me.."

"Okay we all failed" Nines cut in on yours and Conner's rambling. After getting both your guys attention he continued

"I apologize Y/N for breaking my promise. We did all learned a valuable lesson however" You and Conner raised your eyebrows at him and he stood off the ground to straighten his tie and say,

"Listen to Nines when he says stay together."

After waiting a bit more, Nines took the man to Conner's car and made sure to "accidently" use more force than necessary. Conner told you to stay put and rest, he had called an ambulance when you were hugging and wanted you to try not to move. His LED was blinking a lot as he grazed over the kick to your stomach. While you were waiting, Conner went and found a terrified android, he was cowering in the corner of the attic and was covered in blood. He escorted the droid to the car and you continued to wait. You heard the sound of the car roaring down the road while Conner came back to wait with you until the Ambulance came, and when it did, he rode with you. He reassured you and stayed by your side the whole time. Eventually, he had to leave and go to the office but he promised to be back. So you waited and the hospital did more tests.

(After 1 hour)

Nines and Conner had hurried through everything so they could visit you as soon as possible. When the got off, they basically speed to the hospital and ran to your room. (Speeding for Conner was 5 over the limit)

When they got to your room you were lazily smiling at the tv in your room. A nurse was there with you and explained that you had bruising around your neck and internal bleeding. Also, small note, you were VERY drugged up. Conner sighed and Nines barely acknowledged the nurse, and kept staring at you. Eventually, after briefing the boys a little more, the nurse left them so they could be alone with you. Conner gently walked up to you and scanned you himself, seeing the hospital's assessment to be correct.

"She was right, I see internal bleeding"

You turned to face him and suddenly huffed out a laugh. He watched as you reached out to pat his arm, surprising both RK units with your reaction.

"Conner your so cute. That's where the bloods SUPPOSED to be"

You smiled brightly and looked at Nines who snorted and averted his gaze. Conner hung his head, hiding his smile, and quietly asked Nines what drugs they had you on.

Later that day, after the some of the drugs had worn off a bit, Hank visited you with flowers and a bag full of "lady things" he thought you would like. The bag consisted of lipstick and a magazine. Conner had reluctantly left to finish work and Nines stayed to look over you. He had left once and gotten your favorite takeout (against his will) and complained about you eating un-healthy food in your condition. You just rolled your eyes and took the bag out of his hands to kiss his cheek.

After a couple days, you returned to the office and was greeted by everyone calling you a "good sport" and patting your back. Conner and Nines were the happiest you were in the office.

You knew from then on, that they would always keep their promise.

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THANK YOU FOR READING

Im sorry if this has been done before, and sorry for spelling errors or if its cringe lol

First time writing a fight woohooo

I slipped in a parks and rec joke to lol

[danthepest]

Its always interesting to see the difference between how fans who have seen/read OG Dragon Ball before Z and fans who only watched Z perceive Yamcha as a character. Doubly so if they only watched the English dubs.

Z-only viewers treat Yamcha as this pathetic loser who is a regular cheater/womanizer and that of course Bulma would dump him for the murderous space pirate who barely a couple of years ago was indirectly responsible for his death among others.

Fans who have followed DB from the beginning know Yamcha is none of those things. Aside from his stint as a bandit, he was nothing but a firendly, helpful and respectful dude. Hell, it was Bulma who drove him away twice over petty nonsense and he still hoped that there was a future for them together. Their relationship was pretty toxic at times. Him cheating on her was a dub line and for some reason Toriyama decided that it totally makes sense Yamcha is a sudden cheater when it was Bulma who was drooling after every attractive dude before she settled on Vegeta. Gotta justify her banging the unrepentent space pirate somehow.

He took on the Saibaman for Krillin not out of arrogance, but to avoid the risk of Krillin dying again. At the time a second death would have been permanent. And he beat the little plant gremlin and was only killed due to the surprise attack, not because he was weak. To most OG fans, this wasn’t a meme or a lol-yamcha-so-weak moment. It was a shocking and iconic moment that really raised the stakes for the battle.

The whole womanizer thing is usually brought up or implied in the games and the like, but the main series shows no evidence of it. Trunks says his mom told him that he cheated, but as mentioned above, I take it with a container’s worth of salt.

And Yamcha could’ve easily been a prick about it. He was saddened, but he didn’t resent Bulma or Vegeta or even Trunks. He was humble enough to get out of the way during the Android scuffle since he knew he was dead weight by then and as such opted to take care of one of his oldest friends while the others kept fighting. It was Yamcha who told Trunks about how Vegeta reacted to Cell killing him. He didn’t have to do it, but did it anyway. When Vegeta had his dumbass Majin stint and then died, Yamcha comforted Bulma but never tried to take advantage of her. If that isn’t a good dude right there, I don’t know what is.

And before someone gives the “But Toriyama said” spiel, keep in mind that he manages to contradict himself multiple times with regards to Yamcha’s “womanizing ways”.

“Oh, he cheats now that he’s more confident”

“He has a girlfriend at the end of the Cell arc”

“No wait, he hasn’t really gotten over his fear of women, but worked as host in a host bar and then lost his job and lived with Tenshinhan and Chaozu for a bit”

Toriyama has always been forgetful towards his own series. His infamous conversation with Oda when Oda had to remind him who Tao was. He forgot Super Saiyan 2 was a thing. He forgot to draw Launch in the Boo arc and replaced her with #17. He fucking forgot that the recent Dragon Ball anime/manga was called DB Super, which is why the last movie was called Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero. So a lot of what the guy says in interviews is most likely the result of him making shit up on the fly because people just wouldn’t let Dragon Ball end.

Basically, Yamcha was the sacrificial lamp for most of the series. Was given a bad hand multiple times and is still a good dude in spite of it. I could write for days on how many issues I have with the Dragon Team just accepts Vegeta before he actually shows any redeeming qualities.

[iamfruitie]

Could you possibly do some bingle?

Google liked seeing Bing in lingerie, never one to complain at the sight and enjoying the fun that came with it. But, unlike the other partners of the brat club members, he didn’t really get too flustered about it. Bing knew this, and Bing also knew what got Google going. 

He stole one of Google’s classic blue shirts, one with the G in the center and everything. The two androids were about the same size, give or take a few inches in certain spots, so the shirt fit him well. Bing also found a pair of tight, very short shorts that clung to his body and even had 

the bottom of his ass sticking out. This duo was a deadly pair when it came to flustering Google. 

“The update is processing as we speak. It’s mainly a firewall advancement.” Google spoke to Dark through the video call he had set up on his laptop. He preferred reporting this way so he didn’t have to worry about finding Dark or having to speak in front of all of the others. Google wasn’t the biggest fan of talking in front of everyone but would do so when needed. 

“Do you have an estimation of how long the update will take? I don’t want our digital protection to be down too long.” Dark’s voice came from the laptop’s speaker. The screen was angled, so the door to the room was just out of view, and Bing knew that was how Google always had his catch-up meetings with Dark. He used that to his advantage and stood at the door, leaning an arm against the frame and grinning as he waited to get seen. 

“The first…layer, to put it in less technical terms, will be active in no more than five minutes. The rest of the layers will slowly add on and take, give or take, less than an hour before everything returns to proper function.” Google explained and turned his head toward the door. He had noticed Bing’s presence earlier but wanted to finish his spiel first. “I-” Google’s voice got caught in his throat, and he felt like his brain short-circuited at the sight of Bing. 

“Report back to me when it’s finished so I can let the others-are you alright?” Dark asked. 

“Um…I-uh-I’m…” Google cleared his throat. Bing only softly giggled and waved, winking at Google and watching the other’s face grow redder with each passing second. 

“Google?” 

“Sorry. There’s a-uh-a distraction at the door. I’ll report back to you when everything finishes.” 

“I’ll be here,” Dark stated before ending the call. 

“Don’t you have to watch each ‘layer�� build on?” Bing asked with almost a sing-song tone. “You can’t do anything else for that whole hour.” 

“Bing.” Google breathed out, gripping the edge of his desk. 

“It’s almost like I timed this or something.” Bing giggled and placed a hand on his hip, tucking his fingers under the shirt and exposing more of his skin. 

“This is part of that brat club, isn’t it?” Google asked.

“A little.” 

“You know what happens to brats, right?” 

“I do. And you have plenty of time to plan it out.” Bing winked and turned around, pulling up his shorts to show off even more of his ass. “I’ll be in the bedroom~” He said over his shoulder before walking away. 

“He is so getting it when I’m free,” Google said to himself. 

[tombraidergirlde]

Crossover zwischen Tomb Raider und Hero Wars angekündigt

In den letzten Jahren hat Lara Croft im Rahmen von speziellen Events bereits mehrere fremde Spiele-Franchises besucht. Ihr kommender Ausflug wurde nun am 29. April 2024 angekündigt: Ab dem 13. Mai steht Lara Croft als spielbare Figur im Free-to-play-Titel Hero Wars zur Verfügung.

Hero Wars steht ist ein Fantasy-Action-Spiel, in dem man eine Heldentruppe auf die Beine stellt, um finstere Mächte zu besiegen. Derzeit gibt es zwei eigenständige Versionen des Titels. Hero Wars: Dominion Era als Browsergame und Hero Wars: Alliance für Android- und iOS-Geräte. Besonders cool: Das Event mit Lara Croft wird in beiden Varianten stattfinden. Laut uns vorliegenden Informationen von Crystal Dynamics soll es ab dieser Woche möglich sein, spezielle Münzen im Spiel zu sammeln, die man benötigt, um Lara aufzuleveln. Das Event endet am 26. Mai 2024. Unklar ist aktuell, ob man Lara nach diesem Datum als spielbare Figur behalten kann.

In den kommenden Tagen werden nähere Details zu den konkreten Inhalten, die Lara bei ihrem Ausflug mit sich bringt, erwartet. Wir empfehlen daher allen Spieler*innen, die keine Details zum Crossover-Event verpassen möchten, den offiziellen Hero Wars Community Blog im Auge zu behalten.

[mitarbeiter]

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"Fruit Ninja 2" is a sequel to the mobile game "Fruit Ninja" developed by the Australian company Halfbrick Studios. In the game we play the role of the title ninja, where our task is to achieve as many cut fruits as possible. The game has several game modes, including: Classic Mode (the game ends when we cut the bomb), Arcade Plus Mode (limited to 60 seconds mode in which we do not have to guard every fruit, and hitting the bomb only temporarily interrupts the gameplay) and Zen Mode (as the name of the mode suggests, it is a calm mode, it is timed to 90 seconds, but there are no bombs in it and, like in Arcade Plus mode, you can find special fruits). Another interesting game mode is "League" in which we will compete on a "one-on-one" basis with players from around the world. The one who cuts the most fruit wins, and over time promotion to a higher league. After each game, the player receives rewards and the optional ability to upgrade power-ups and swords, as well as unlocking new characters over time.

[certified-dork]

so, first post after several months (... years) of very little activity, with my fan character, pyrite!! their actual origins are of a crossover ship, being a fan-child of that.

however, one of the characters in the ship is from an upcoming game, unfinished as of yet, and I do not wish to turn them into shipping fodder, so i decided to make a solely spark-centric pyrite!! but hello, after years of silence hehe. more lore underneath!

Pyrite, or Unit-3, is Fark's child. I imagine there was a bigger gap between Spark 2 and 3, to allow such time and desire to develop. To simplify one of my drabbles, Pyrite was born out of a desire to raise someone who was free to choose who they were, without being created in anyone's shadow or exact image, nor to carry the heavy legacy of a robot tyrant. Vicarious living, if you will. They were built with little, if any, Clarity coding, so they would be suspectable to corruption and assimilation.

GPA Pyrite is their initial form, with a "Fark Force Enforcer" outfit for Spark 3. They, however, saw very little action, and resided in Utopia Shelter with their father. Fark was very protective of Pyrite, so much so that hardly nobody in or out of the Force knew he had a child. When the initial raid of the Shelter happened, Pyrite was put into a holding pod, transferring their consciousness to a last-resort android body, in another shelter underground.

They slept, dreamless, for the centuries it took to free the simulation, when they finally awoke. Freed, they exited their shelter, and quickly realized they were alone, in a post apocalyptic world. With a final message from their father on a holographic communicator, and a desire for connection, they travel across the moon. Perhaps they can reunite with their father again, wherever he may be.

Pyrite is a youthful and free soul, a song always in their batteries. They wear their emotions on their sleeve, and often have trouble controlling their voice, whether speaking or singing. They are very musically-inclined, tapping or humming near constantly. They have a strong sense of justice and action, and doesn't like to stand by. They're rather optimistic and idealistic, which may cloud their thinking, especially in dour situations.

They were inspired by punk and rock aesthetics, paired with the edgy buttrock lyrical songs in 1 and 2. This appearance is inspired by the Super Staff pallete, perhaps due to an unconscious self-hatred Fark held when he created Pyrite. Their name comes from the mineral pyrite, or fool's gold, or fake gold.

with that little spiel out of the way (there is so much more but i will spare that for another day. maybe.), here's some more sketches!

[spielesnacks]

Keplerians veröffentlicht das neueste Kapitel von Ice Scream, seiner beliebtesten Saga, und stellt außerdem sein erstes Spiel für PC und Konsolen vor

Die Teilnehmer werden die Gelegenheit haben, die Live-Präsentation von Ice Scream: Final Chapter (iOS / Android) zu erleben, dem neuesten Teil der berühmten Saga des Entwicklers und Horrorspiel-Verlages Keplerians. Am Freitag, den 15. Dezember, wollen sie alle Teilnehmer der Veranstaltung in die Veröffentlichung dieses letzten Kapitels einbeziehen, das ihre erfolgreichste Saga abschließt. Schau…

[hiraya-sa-dilim]

Ang Pagiging ay Pag-alam ay Pag-Ibig Chapter 1. In the early 22nd century...

Early in the 22nd Century, AI corporations advanced Human and Robot evolution into the TRIGUN technological era, heralding free market bio-cybernetic modifications, and Androids—beings now virtually identical to Humans—known as Replicants.

The TRIGUN Replicants were superior in strength and agility, and at least equal in intelligence, to the genetic engineers who created them.

Replicants mass-produced by the SEEDS Project were used abroad in warfare, in the hazardous subjugation and colonization of other Lands.

After a series of bloody mutinies by a SEEDS Project platoon during several campaigns abroad, all Replicants regardless of manufacturer were declared illegal on Noman’s Land—under penalty of death.

Special police squads—Undertaker Units—had orders to shoot to kill, upon detection, any trespassing Replicant.

This was not called execution.

It was called retirement.

Wolfwood is an Undertaker. Vash, once proven to be a Replicant, is his next target. Blade Runner AU. Multichap. Rating for violence and explicit content.

[1703 words] Read here or on ao3.

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The Replicant’s eyes are shielded by a pair of glasses, two matching circular voids over otherwise unconcerning features. Wolfwood’s subconscious automatically supplies prescription, tinted, and armor in that order, and he files it away for theories to test throughout the interview.

“Please have a seat. I appreciate you taking the time today, aa,” Wolfwood pretends to glance at the file display on the table’s screen to see what the thing across him would do, “‘Vash Saverem.’ I hope I’m saying that right?”

“Yup!” (Nothing. Wolfwood took his eyes off it and it did nothing.) “And it’s no problem. Good to do a practice interview before the real thing. This is part of that new legislation, right?”

“Due to recent events, yes. And best of luck on your applications.” Wolfwood leans back on his seat, presses a couple of buttons on the PKD machine. They blink colour under the harsh white light over their heads, but are too weak to affect his visuals on the Robot before him in any way. Boredly, he runs over his shopping list in his head. Cigs. Nachos. Batteries. Bullets. “If I may direct your attention to my equipment, I have turned on audio-visual recording. You are aware of this?”

“Ay! Aa, yes.”

“Then for the sake of this recording, my name is Nicholas D. Wolfwood and I’ll be facilitating Mr. Vash Saverem... 32. Uh, cy-”

“Last July.”

“Sorry?”

“Turned 32 last July. They say I look younger than my age, hehe.”

“A. Aa, ehem, 32, cyborg, single, citizen of Noman’s Land, his mandatory Voight-Kampff Examination today, April 10, 2119, for the purpose of employment. I will be asking you 20 to 100 reaction time-sensitive questions meant to illicit emotional response. Number of questions depend on your answers, so examination may take as briefly as five minutes to over an hour. Length of time does not necessarily mean negative or positive results. We are not looking for any set of answers in particular, but try not to think too hard and answer as simply and honestly as you can. We are also required to track,” Wolfwood pats the PKD as part of his spiel, “optical activity and changes in your vital signs during the test as part of evaluation. This process is unobtrusive and won’t require any conscious effort on your part to display results. Evaluation will be completed and revealed to the participant within five minutes of test completion. If the personal information I’ve read from your file is correct, and if you understand the procedures for the test and consent to taking it,” Wolfwood takes a long, tired drag from his cigarette, and does a final check on the monitoring machine (no detected weapons). “please state your National Identifying Number.”

“Yes. 60-012-536-474, thank you. Do I, aa, sign anywhere?”

“Your recorded verbal consent is enough. If you could please remove your glasses so we can begin.”

“Nicholas, ha... that’s a good name. In an old pagan religion, he was the protector deity of children-”

Wolfwood pointedly adjusts Punisher’s position behind him, an upright cross in wrappings looming over his seat at the table. If he could reposition the lights so that the gun would overshadow every Human, Replicant and idiot who ever had to sit across him to shut them up, he would. They should recognize a grave site when they see one. “Your glasses, please, Mr. Saverem. This is not a visual test, you will not be needing them.”

“Of... course.”

Wolfwood turns back, pleased the smile on the Robot’s face has gone down a few notches. “Let us begin. You are walking in a desert. You look down to see-” (The monitor must be fooling him... No. The morning sky from his distant childhood before the sprawl of hologramic billboards engulfed even his little valley. Blinking at him. No screen, nothing to protect him, nothing to divide them both .) “ehem, aa, shit. Aa, to see a tortoise on its back. What do you do?”

“Do I have food?”

“What?”

“Do I have food with me, and water? In the desert? Of course, I’d turn her over the right side up first, but-”

“Thank you,” Wolfwood snaps. He keeps his eyes on the dancing numbers on his device. “It's your birthday. Someone gives you a calfskin wallet.”

The Replicant—Saverem—scowls in the screen. “I suppose the right answer would be to reject it and report them to the police,” he says slowly.

“‘The right answer?’ We’re not looking for the right answer, Mr. Saverem. Just your answer.”

“Then... then if it’s all they have, and they give it to me for something as pointless as my birthday, I’d take it gratefully and repay them in kind. Otherwise, I’ll refuse and have a talk with them about it.”

“Talk?”

“About getting a different job other than tanning. Or being a thief. Ay, actually, it’s likelier she would be a grave-robber if-”

“A different job. Such as?”

“Something sustainable for a start. Hopefully, legal and kind, too. Like teaching.” Vash smiles expectantly at something Wolfwood doesn’t get. It’s almost sincere if it doesn’t look so practised...

Wolfwood tuts. He’s not supposed to ask follow-up questions, but fortunately, the Replicant doesn’t know that. He flips a page in the questionnaire.

“Let's try avoiding conditional answers, Mr. Saverem. Now. You've got a little boy. He shows you his butterfly collection, plus the killing jar.”

“I’ll talk him out of it. Get advice if that doesn’t work.”

“Let’s keep our answers brief, please, with no regards to future situations. Single sentences if that helps you.” Wolfwood had been so sure it’s a Replicant before it opened its mouth to talk. Whatever. They have a hundred odd questions to go. The faster he proves his hunch, though, the sooner he gets his next pay check. “You're watching television. Suddenly, you realize there's a wasp crawling on your arm.”

“I’ll wave it off, get it outside saf- get it outside safely.”

“You're reading a magazine. You come across a full-page nude photo of a girl. You show it to your spouse. They like it so much, they hang it on your bedroom wall.”

“A. That’s. Aa...”

The Replicant is red in the monitor, almost as much as his jacket. Wolfwood taps his cigarette over the ash tray, idly fiddles with the loose strap of his weapon on his lap. “Mr. Saverem. Remember we are monitoring your reaction time.”

Saverem stifles the last of his giggles. “Get her stilettos in my size, I guess,” he shrugs. Eyes like a clean, clean sky.

Wolfwood returns quickly to the PKD. He’d been keeping his eyes away long enough anyway, he reasons, clearing his throat. “Next question,” he grinds on his cigarette.

...

Wolfwood hates this part of the job.

He heard that in the old days when it was easier to tell just from appearance, Undertakers called suspects in or paid home visits and had it over with in five minutes 90 percent of the time. Now he’s in an office, only three miserable blokes in and dozens more to go before lunch god damn it, doing his nth review of the vitals fluctuations this Replicant... Human... has displayed in the past hour. Finding nothing again, he tightens his grip on the Punisher’s strap under the table, winds a leg back to kick his usually flawless intuition in the shins...

“One last question. You're watching a stage play. A banquet is in progress. The guests are enjoying an appetizer of raw oysters. The entrée consists of boiled dog.”

“I’ll leave.”

Wolfwood kicks his intuition’s shins. Both of them.

...fuck.

He’d wasted a whole hour waiting for the question that reveals the crack in Saverem’s facade, the gaping hole on his Humanity’s puzzle. But the Human’s stats are the typical cyborg’s for each emotional response, and his empathy and logic above average. Enough so even Wolfwood would be forced to call him a sensible person, maybe even a good person if you held a gun to his head. But not too much that it rang any alarms.

“That concludes our examination,” Wolfwood mumbles, cracks his neck. His throat hurts from talking so long. He only ever had to ask up to 30 questions for even the most complex Replicant, and otherwise the necessary minimum of 20 for Humans. He couldn’t tell why he hadn’t been able to let this one go as the latter sooner. “You’ve passed with flying colors, Mr. Saverem. Congratulations.”

“Really? That’s new. Hehe.”

“Your papers will be updated of your status. Expect the change to be recorded in an hour. When asked for proof of your Humanity,” (Wolfwood was right. They were prescription glasses, and tinted. Saverem had stopped squinting since putting them back on, a desert’s haze, a sandstorm.) “a. Aa, for all intents and purposes, simply present your National ID .”

Wolfwood taps and drags the man’s file to the appropriate folder, reaches behind him to check on the Punisher for the next loser... still imposing, still heavy-looking. It’s always too early to take a break when you need it. “Please tell the next person to come in. Have a good day, Mr. Saverem.”

“You too, Nicholas. Aa, Mr. Wolfwood. Thanks for everything today.”

Wolfwood picks up Saverem’s untouched cup, chucks the contents in the sink to avoid the handshake he is offered. He busies himself at the water dispenser until he’s sure Saverem is at the door.

“So... I am not a Replicant?”

A strange question. Wolfwood actually looks. “It appears so, Mr. Saverem. You are Human Cyborg according to your records.” He watches the tension on Saverem’s lips and scoffs at the back of his throat. “A. Any questions before you go? Forgive me for not asking sooner.”

“You believe... A. None now, it’s okay. I, I hope I haven’t wasted your time today. And I hope you have something good for lunch.”

“A, sure. You too. I... guess.”

Saverem chuckles. “Thank you. Really.”

It’s dark by the doorway, away from the unfeeling fluorescents over the interrogation table. But the light is in Wolfwood’s eyes, and he couldn’t tell if the sandstorm has yielded to a night sky.

The closing door is silent in the windowless, soundproof room.

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[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 1: Mechanic Weirdo

Narrated by Caprico.

Narrator: An abandoned factory in Rosset. The distinct smell of hyper-fiber material lingers in the air.

Narrator: It’s dark. All information is converted to data through my robotic arm and sent to my brain.

Caprico: ...Insufficient explosive power. Transformer No. 238 requires adjustment.

Narrator: The number of explosives required for this order is twice the usual number for top-class products in Rosset’s black market.

Narrator: It’s a challenge indeed... though the aforementioned top-class products are my handiwork as well.

Choose either “Isn’t that weapon illegal?” or “What’s going to happen if the bad guys get it?”

If “illegal,” ...

You: Aren’t those forbidden weapons? Are you sure you’re allowed to do that?

If “bad guys,” ...

You: What if criminals get hold of these dangerous weapons?

--

Narrator: Doesn’t matter. I sell machinery and people pay me money. That’s all there is.

Narrator: Knives with special hidden mechanisms, androids, explosives... whoever you are, whatever you want, I can make it for you.

Narrator: There’s a set of electronic communications equipment at the factory door. My clients can pick up their orders there.

Narrator: They wouldn’t want to interact with me anyway. I’m the one they call a “lifeless cyborg” after all.

Narrator: However, on this particular day, someone is pounding on the factory door.

Caprico: ...Irritating.

Narrator: I press a button and the AI customer service system repeats its usual spiel, asking the visitor to leave a message.

Narrator: The knocks stop briefly but begin again, anxiously, expectantly, intterupting my stream of thoughts.

Narrator: Who in the world is it? Tiresome reporters? An enemy of one of my clients? Cops seeking trouble?

Narrator: In a fit of annoyance, I put down my work and open the door.

Narrator: A battered, bloody girl in Wasteland attire stumbles into my factory.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[easyh]

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