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Mecha girl action game Dolls Nest launches in 2024

From Gematsu

Mecha girl action game Dolls Nest will launch for PC via Steam in 2024 with English and Japanese language support, developers NITRO PLUS and NITRO ARTS announced.

Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:

About

Dolls Nest is a 3D action game where you control a mecha girl as she explores the gigantic factory world of Hod on her journey to uncover the truth. Hod, the world which you inhabit, is a massive crater crawling with armored units. Broken machines and ruined buildings are strewn across its landscape. But fate can be cruel. You must scavenge the land for resources if you wish to survive in this ruined world. Make use of the parts and items you find on your journey, and overcome the trials that lie before you.

Story

Doll. My darling doll… Your birth is nigh, so leave the cradle. They plundered my body, my limbs ripped of, my eyes gouged. To reclaim all, I give birth to you. Awaken, my doll. It is time for battle.

Key Features

Combat – Dodging and using weapons will consume energy. Be sure to manage your energy well and avoid running out of energy in the middle of a fight.

Exploration – Aim to defeat the area boss and discover new unexplored areas. Some events may even trigger along the way.

Customization – Frame Units are capable of changing out and customizing parts. Select parts that are best suited for the situation at hand.

Watch a new trailer below. View the first screenshots at the gallery. Visit the official website here.

Story Trailer

[guardiandeterminationteam]

Name: Inkuyzujadly.

Real age: 1,225 years

Human age: 23 years

Who is she?:

She is a being made of light and a large part of divine essence.

Being a being of light, she does not have a physical body and so she adopted a human appearance.

She was created by Elathyley's sister: Elatenjadly.

Currently...she and Core!Sukisarayx live together in Subtertale in Ketteiville.

Appearance:

She is a divinity with an ethereal and vibrant figure that reflects her connection with colors and the creation of the multiverse.

Her hair is little long and and white and super light yellow.

Her eyes change between violet and pink tones.

Her skin is light.

Clothing:

A flowing cape with purple, blue and pink tones.

A dress made of gold and purple fabric.

Violet gloves with gold touches.

At her waist she has a golden belt, from which hang ink bottles of various colors that she uses to feel positive emotions.

She goes barefoot.

Abilities:

She has the abilities of Ink! Sans.

She has her mother's abilities such as: immortality, omnipotence, omnipresence and omniscience.

Personality:

She shares many characteristics with Ink! Sans but with a more mature and thoughtful approach due to her direct connection with her mother and family.

She is very kind and optimistic, but she is also a faithful and great protector and guardian of the multiverse.

Although she is outgoing and loves to help, she also has a deep sense of responsibility due to her role as a divinity.

What role does she have?:

She created an alliance with Subtertale Rocío, Subtertale Lyra, Subtertale Chara, Suwappytertale Stelliny, Core!Sukisarayx and Subtertale Sans.

The alliance is called: Hoshikarygadian.

She is the leader of said alliance.

The mission of the alliance is to protect and maintain the balance of the multiverse, peace and harmony.

They all become the new and definitive protectors of the multiverse.

Name: Shiperaxpatertale Sans/Eraxsukuxuy.

Real age: 21 years

(Eraxsukuxuy was previously original Subtertale Sans).

(Eraxsukuxuy AU is called: Shiperaxpatertale).

Who is she?:

In Shiperaxpatertale...Sans, after several genocidal routes carried out by Lyra, lost a bit of his sanity.

Also he got post-traumatic stress because he saw his brothers, his friend Toriel and all the monsters in the underground die over and over and over again all those times.

This Sans had a drastic plan to stop Lyra forever. The plan was as follows:

He would save his brothers: Papyrus and Stelliny from being killed by Lyra.

After saving them, Sans told them to go to the barrier and not move from there until he arrived.

After that, they both listened to Sans and left.

Sans once the two left, teleported to Alphys's laboratory, where he injected himself with an immense amount of determination and gave himself a little fragment of Rocío's divine essence that he found in a jar.

After that...he transformed into a half-divine human girl.

After all this...she teleported to the courtroom and once Lyra got there...the fight began.

After the fight...she kills Lyra and after Lyra returns...she tells her that she has to do a reset and do the pacifist route and after doing it...destroy the reset.

Lyra after listening to her decides not to obey her and attacks.

She dodges the attack and becomes angry and grabs Lyra's soul and teleports to the determination extractor and there she extracts all the determination and then kills her definitively.

After that...she teleports to the barrier and uses her determination and the human souls to break the barrier and after that she and her brothers go to the surface.

Once on the surface...she explains everything that happened to them in a way that they both understand.

At first they don't understand anything but after she explains it to them again...they both understand.

Currently...she and her siblings live in her Au in Jasuttisuville.

Appearance:

She is a half-divinity human girl with an ethereal, dark and fearsome figure.

Her hair is long, black and magenta.

Her eyes change between dark red and dark yellow.

A jet black and purple liquid falls from her eyes.

Her skin is pale.

Clothing:

A long black and dark blue scarf with black lines.

A very dark red and gold long-sleeved sweater.

A purple and gold skirt.

Dark red stockings.

Black gloves with red touches.

Black and red shoes.

Abilities:

She has the abilities of Error Sans.

She has immense determination.

She has immense hatred.

Corruption of souls.

Teleportation.

Absolute manipulation of space and time.

Intangibility.

Personality:

She is marked by desperation, her little madness and her post-traumatic stress.

She still has a small part of her former self, although that part is oppressed by her little madness and post-traumatic stress.

She is not very cruel and murderous, although she occasionally shows doubts, regret and empathy with anyone and also with her allies.

What role does she have?:

She created an alliance with Hokorytertale Sans, Hokorytertale Stelliny, Hizumikiyugyx, Yamynodarakushatertale Sans and Yamynodarakushatertale Stelliny.

The alliance is called: Jigokarymihakai.

She is the leader of said alliance.

The mission of this alliance is: to destroy the balance of the multiverse and peace and harmony because she lost all peace, hope and harmony of her Au and also because she hates knowing that all this exists in the multiverse.

[allegrasilva]

Oh, is that ALLEGRA SILVA? I heard the THIRTY-THREE year old is DAUNTLESS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also IMPETUOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a GETAWAY DRIVER in the SOCIETY.

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full name: allegra isabella rubi silva

nicknames: spitfire, dodge, whip, coyote, correcaminos (road runner), big al, al, ally, alba, legs.

faceclaim:  ana de armas

birthdate: april 19th

alliance: the society

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

occupation: mechanic getaway driver

hometown: sancti spiritus, cuba

sexual orientation: pansexual

relationship status: single

height: 5"3

the rainbow slick of oil on tarmac, red lines of pleasure scratched down your shoulder blades, the ringing of slot machines, a floor length scarlet raw silk gown with nothing underneath it, neon lights reflecting off wet asphalt, engine grease smudged on your nose, punching nitros and feeling your entire body sing with adrenaline, applying red lipstick in the rearview whilst reversing at high speed, a hand wandering up your inner thigh beneath the table, dancing to guajira over a tinny radio with sunlight pouring through the blinds, sweat glistening on bronze collarbones, the pop and spray of champagne, the feeling of your body nearing g-forces.

Basilio and Catalina were an unlikely pair: one a street rat drag racer, who learned everything he knew from the solares of Havana and the other, a decorated army engineer. Their love was instant chemistry, petroleum kissed match, a passion that burned bright and quickly but gifted them three kids.

Allegra spent the first few years of her life bouncing between military bases until her parents separated and Basilio got the career opportunity of a lifetime. He was to be provisionally training some pit crews at Monaco for the Grand Prix, after spending a couple years in his youth experimenting with mechanics on the Indy 500.

After that the stability of the base never felt adventurous enough for Allegra, who spent at least the entirety of race season living with her father overseas, her other siblings remained with Catalina. Endlessly curious, Allegra would sneak out to where her dad was working and start picking up the skills that brought her to the Society.

Basilio saw that wild streak that he had in himself in Allegra and knew that fighting it would only mean losing her entirely, so he indulged her. Teaching her how to hotwire, allowing her to help him experiment chemically with fuel systems. Allegra grew up grease stained but happy.

She loved her mother but they fought endlessly and she always ended up in trouble for getting into the hangars on base and tinkering with the heavy 4x4s and tanks. Allegra was a constant flight risk. These exploits were aided by her being a competitive gymnast since she was six and her taking up free-running when she spent time in London with her dad before races at Silverstone.

Sensation is everything to Allegra, anything that gets her blood up or adrenaline running is something worth doing.

Organised a simulated Italian Job Scavenger Hunt for her fifteenth birthday party with her car meet friends. The real way to win was to be the last car of the night to be caught and arrested. She very nearly ruined her entire future but just managed to get off by the skin of her teeth.

The champagne and glitter of the Formula One circuit, kids of millionaires becoming Allegra's earliest playmates. She terrorized and captivated them in equal measure; they were fascinated by this little Cuban girl causing so much trouble, she taught the children of diplomats ring of fire, how to take their tequila and how to get out onto the track at night. This is where she got a taste for the finer things, the high life and after that she was used to a certain kind of lifestyle and was going to do anything to maintain it.

Her brother and sister began visiting far more and in turn Allegra would spend a portion of the Winter back in Cuba. She was something of a stranger and something of a legend to friends she had in Havana, she'd been accepted for a mechanics apprenticeship under Ferrari after being caught elbow deep in one of their older models just at the Gran Premio d'Italia at Monza circuit. Another brush with the law that could have ended everything. Though even over the winter she still raced, she still broke into old mansions, llegaypones and bajareques with her friends, setting off firecrackers and doing the usual hoodrat shit.

Basilio was considering sending her back to Cuba permanently as her antics could reflect poorly on him, something she knew she'd despise. She needed newness, travel, novelty, excitement. Ferrari sent her to school, a strange combination of mechanical, electrical engineering, chemistry and physics that for the first time actually challenged her mind instead of leaving her bored and disruptive in the classroom.

Giselle, her sister, had slowly morphed into an alternate universe mirror of Allegra, without the mascara smudged last night's party raccoon eyes and the acting out. A perfect slick back bun, ROTC, her mother's miniature.

Then Elle was dead, just like that, her entire family that had just about sustained equilibrium again shattered in every direction. Allegra's father had just bought a house in upstate New York, much to his employers chagrin, he had turned to her and muttered under his breath 'Never move to Indiana, mija'. Now they could barely talk to each other.

Allegra was sixteen and put her head down and got to work. She drifted through the race circuit for almost eight years until she started to get her spark back, her love for the work, her inspiration. Unfortunately, even if you don't experiment with fuel types and engine parts on the race site or race team's HQ, being a mad mechanic scientist reflected poorly on the company and Allegra was dumped on her ass with a small bag of belongings, no fixed address and no village to return to. She completed basic training for the Army but got thrown out after knocking her drill sergeant out, luckily Basilio got her out of Cuba and back to the US. Authority had always had to earn her respect or get nothing.

Worked in a few small garages in NY; Rochester, Carmel, before realising she'd never carve out any respect there and focused her sights on the city.

One thing Allegra had learned in her time with F1 was how to network, so for the first three weeks she hit every bar and club she could remember, using any social leverage she could to get in to see old familiar faces and schmooze her way up. She landed a personal valet, driver position, when posed as having a beautiful thing in the driver's seat would be some kind of novelty for the very rich client and his esteemed guests.

Ingratiated herself fully with the New York car meet and drag race scenes, this is where one of The Society saw her race for the first time and quietly passed her information up the ranks for contact. [ Wanted Connection ]

Names all the cars she's ever driven and 'knows' their personalities. Speaks to them like she's riding a damn horse. Who cares if she gets results. Laments that she never got to go back for 'Hugo the Yugo' that she drove once in Indianapolis.

So what if when she took Society leaders for a test drive so they could see what she could do she very seriously asked: Danza Kuduro or Gasolina? Pick one. She got the job, even if she overexplained the horrendous fate of a young Scandinavian water carrier from early F1 and how she had trained on their simulators and cars which regularly hit 200mph so reacting to obstacles and pedestrians was everything. How blinking could end it all.

Allegra has a range of playlists you can choose when you get in her ride: 80s power anthems, reggaeton, speed metal, punto cubano guajira, classic rock, 2000s sleepover, rap, hip hop, techno trance, an entirely Pitbull playlist entitled 'Pledge Allegiance to Mr. Worldwide' and many, many more.

Uses her devil-may-care reputation to make sure people underestimate her and don't think she's capable of deeper machinations, she's extremely intelligent, even if she also happens to spend a lot of her time at the Ruby Casino chatting up boring, ugly clientele. She can slip on a new character every night, they don't get to meet her.

Doesn't have an appropriate fear response at all, instead of becoming serious or fearful when afraid she often laughs like crazy, sometimes scaring those not familiar with her particular brand of gearhead. Drifting at 40mph with a maniacally giggling driver is an experience. Though she can seem flippant and capricious to those unfamiliar with her, when it's time to work she flips into a mode that is all steel.

Most often seen cruising the city on her KTM 1290 Super Duke GT motorbike, or in her 1970 Dodge Charger, she loves classic cars.

In her element when she's in her garage come laboratory space, a pair of welder's goggles perched on her head and gesticulating wildly with a wrench, yet few see that, instead they see the polished young lady in a perfectly tailored suit or a raw silk dress sat in the driver's seat.

[cuzikan]

The Anatomy of the 427 SOHC – Ford’s Answer to the HEMI that was banned from NASCAR and went drag racing.

What is the most feared engine ever to come out of Ford? A very subjective question – but the Boss 302, 427 Tunnel Port, Boss 429 come to mind. All these are candidates, but a lot of people would say that distinction belongs to the 427 SOHC. Mostly referred to as a 427 “Cammer” or “Sock”.

1964 was the year that Richard Petty won the Daytona 500 with the new Dodge 426 Hemi. Ford was running the 427 Hi-Riser that year and won the majority of NASCAR races. The writing was on the wall and the boys at Ford had to come up with an answer to the new Hemi. Within 90 days, Ford took what it learned from the 255ci Dual Overhead Cam Indy motor and applied it to the bulletproof 427ci FE motor. The displacements started at 332ci and grew to 428ci. The baddest of the bad of these were the 427’s and the King of the 427’s is the 427 SOHC!

The shortblock for the “cammer” was basically all 427 hi-riser. Ford wanted to keep the cost down by using as many off-the-shelf parts as it could. The crank was the 427 forged steel version that was cross-drilled at both the mains and rods. This crank with the steel hi-riser connecting rods and special “hemi-head” pistons was the ticket needed to live at 7500 rpms. Increased oil pressure and updated water pump helped to keep all fluids flowing no matter what the conditions were.

The main thing that drew your eyes to this motor was the massive valve covers, which were made from magnesium. One look and you knew that this was no ordinary engine. The heads were cast iron and wide. With a machined combustion chamber putting the compression ratio at 12.0:1. The intake ports were a “tunnel port” design that fed 2.25″ intake valves and through 1.90″ exhaust valves, gases exited out D shaped exhaust ports. Hollow stem intake valves were used and the exhaust valve stem were sodium filled to help control the heat that is generated at 7500 rpms.

The first public mention of the Cammer V8 appeared in the Daytona Beach Morning Journalon Feb. 23, 1964. Beaten up at Daytona all month by the new 426 Hemi engines from the Dodge/Plymouth camp, Ford officials asked NASCAR to approve an overhead-cam V8 the company had in the works. But as the Journal reports here, NASCAR boss Bill France turned thumbs down on Ford’s proposed engine. France regarded overhead cams and such to be European exotica, a poor fit with his down-home vision for Grand National stock car racing.

Even though France barred the SOHC V8 from NASCAR competition, Ford proceeded to develop the engine anyway, hoping to change Big Bill’s mind. In May of 1964, a ’64 Galaxie hardtop with a Cammer V8 installed was parked behind Gasoline Alley at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, where the assembled press corps could get a good look at it.

On October 19, 1964, NASCAR moved to ban all “special racing engines,” in its words, eliminating both the Cammer Ford and the Chrysler 426 Hemi from Grand National competition for 1965. Chrysler responded by temporarily withdrawing from NASCAR, while Ford continued on with its conventional 427 pushrod engine in NASCAR and took the SOHC engine to the drag strips.

Despite heavy lobbying from Ford, in December of 1965 NASCAR again banned the Cammer for 1966, with USAC piling on (Spartanburg Herald-Journal, December 18, 1965 above). However, in April of 1966 NASCAR finally relented. Sort of. Okay, not really. The Cammer was now allowed, technically, but only in the full-size Galaxie model, limited to one small four-barrel carb, and with an absurd, crippling weight handicap: nearly 4400 lbs, 430 lbs more than the Dodge and Plymouth hemis. At that point Ford said no thanks and dedicated the Cammer to drag racing. The engine never turned a lap in NASCAR competition.

Ford made the Cammer widely available in the drag world, providing engine deals to nitro racers Tom Hoover, Pete Robinson, Connie Kallita, and a host of others. Among the most successful Cammer-equipped drag cars were the 1966-67 Comet flip-top funny cars (Don Nicholson, Eddie Schartman, et. al.) and Mickey Thompson’s dominating ’69 Mustang team starring Danny Ongais and Pat Foster.

[jaillir-des-etincelles]

closed starter for @vicletnight​. 

For those who lived off the thrill, they came in droves under the cover of darkness. Participants and audience alike went off road at the edge of a road that seemed to end. Beams off, you would only be guided by certain glow-in-the-dark markers. But you would only notice them if you knew they were there in the first place. The night was invite only, Of course, anybody invited could invite another - with the tacit understanding that if you ended up being a rat, it would be the last event that you ever attended in your life. The abandoned military airbase, no longer on the radar for authorities, whether out of a lack of care or a greased hand, lit up only once a month, but it had grown over time to be more than just passionate racing. From your regular street thug, to the delinquent kid to gangs alike, the Races were viewed as a central hub, an opportunity to connect, to buy and sell, to make a name, do business, and be entertained. Anyone who was anyone, directly or peripherally, in the underground liked to attend, even if sporadically.  Selene’s heels clattered on the ashphalt, inaudible against the engines revving throughout the crowded, as she got out of her black Dodge Charger. Already having placed her money for today’s roster, she was one of the many racing today, the crowd favourite. What new engine would she get when she won today’s races? Selene had made her name in the Races, being the youngest Rider to win. And then win five times in a row after that. Her face was calm, focused and expressionless, as she popped the front open to check on the new customisations she’d done on her vehicle, some more illegal than others. Pulling some grease from her duffel bag that she flung on the ground, she tightened one of the parts. Maybe a new V-8 engine for her Dodge, supercharged rather than going turbo. Or maybe a nitro-tank? Normally she was an overseas sort of girl with her cars, but the young girl had a guilty pleasure for sleek cars. And perhaps that guilty preference extended to men, she mused, as a group of men, too polished and sophisticated to fit into the illegal grunge scene, stopped to talk right by her car. One or two in the group seemed more used to the rowdiness, unfazed by the money and other contraband being handed around. But even then, they were clearly normies. Your average contributing productive citizen who decided their idea of fun would be to observe the underground. Dirty their soles a bit. Feel like they are living dangerously, just by feeling the evident undertone of aggression that hung in the air like a heavy blanket. People here didn’t play nice, and it gave people like them feel edgier than they actually were.  Her hand hovered just above the gear she was working on, as she glanced to take a better look at the group. Immediately her eyes were drawn to him - she could tell who was green in that group. He’d never attended, just in the way his eyes drank in the wild bustle around them. Too put together. Too out of place here, she told herself. He had an air of gentleness to him. She could tell that, even without interacting with him. He reminds me of Atticus. A jolt of guilt passed her chest, curling tightly like a fist. Suddenly finding herself more and more irritated, she glared at the man who looked most out of place before snapping, “Hey, this is the riders area. You’re in the way. If you don’t know what you’re doing or where you’re going, idiots like you shouldn’t come to places like this.” Her eyes hardened, taking in the man’s handsome features. “Especially you. This isn’t the opera or a walk in the park.”

[alice-honeysuckle]

Book One of the Bristol Temptations Series.

|Chapter One|

1. New Beginnings

"C'mon Roni, it's not that bad."

Veronica looked at her twin brother with a tinge of annoyance. Of course, moving halfway across the United States sounded like a great idea to him. He's always had a love of traveling and doing it fast.

"I don't know about you, Chase but I've got a life here. I've got friends."

Chase glanced at her and she wondered if the name Sebastian flashed in his mind. He knew that she had liked Sebastian since they were kids. They had been the three amigos since second grade. Sebastian had never even made a comment that said he had a clue about her feelings about him.

"Kids! Soups on!" A voice like a bell rang from downstairs.

Veronica sighed causing Chase to raise his eyebrows. She hated it when he did that. It made him look like an old man with his forehead wrinkled.

"Sebastian offered to come with us. He offered to be my mechanic on base." Chase said, "If that's what you were worried about." She looked up at him, all feelings of annoyance and anger gone. Had her feelings for Sebastian been showing just now? Was she that obvious?

"I wasn't worried about Sebastian. Maybe I'm worried about you getting hurt." She gritted out.

"Veronica, I've been racing since I was four." He chuckled "It's my destiny."

"Really? Destiny? You're kidding me right?" Veronica raised her eyebrow this time He laughed softly, earning a well-deserved smack to the head.

"Ow! At least your stature goes with your personality." He pointed out, causing her to smack him again. There was a knock on the bedroom door as it opened slightly. The twin's mom stood in the doorway. Her long black hair reached down to her heels and braided with feathers in random places. Her face was riddled with laugh lines, and her startling blue eyes had a light in them that sang mischief.

"Didn't you two hear me? Breakfast is ready. You guys have a long drive ahead of you."

***

"And you remembered your inhaler?"

Their mother worriedly asked. Chase groaned, earning a giggle from Veronica. He gave her an annoyed glance as they continued to pack up the car. Chase had always been a favorite in the Walsh household from the moment they found out one of the twins was a boy. Veronica always felt inferior to her brother when it came to their parents. Especially when her dad had left his cherry red Dodge Challenger SRT Demon to Chase. The car had been her dream since she was small enough to hold a screwdriver properly. She'd grown up right alongside Chase. Changing tires, checking oil, air filters, Nitro, and most of all?

Speed.

Chase was the only one out of the two to continue racing after a certain age. Their father had rules about life, and they followed those rules. So she had been stuck learning how to be a wife and went to school, watching her brother do the thing she most desired. Chase shut the back door to the dodge and turned to look at their mother, his eyes softened like they always did when it came to their parents. Their mom hadn't taken it well when their father died from cancer a few months prior, and now her only children were too.

"Mama, I promise everything will be just fine. Bristol is only a few hours from Blacksburg. All you have to do is call us or we can come visit."

     "Honey you don't have to worry about little old me. I'll be just fine. It's you two I'm worried about, you've both been so sheltered your whole life. To just move to a whole city at eighteen years old just seems over the top."

Chase looked taken aback by their mother's forwardness. Veronica just smiled and suppressed her feelings about the situation and gave her mother a hug.

     "We'll be safe, mama. I'll keep an eye on Chase. Don't worry." She gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and followed Chase to getting in the car. As they pulled out of the driveway he inched slow onto the gas, knowing their mother was watching to see if he was being responsible, even two seconds from the house. Once they were out of sight of her prying eyes he hit the gas and shifted his gear. The car shuddered under his artistic fingers and lurched forward with such speed Veronica thought she would pass out from the rush of adrenaline.

      "WHOO BABY!!" Chase pressed a button on his side panel. All four windows descended and the wind whipped at their hair as they shot down the road, towards the highway.

[klcthebookworm]

WIP Wednesday

And in true Biker Mice mentality, Hannah's not about to let Vash face an enemy alone.

Vash pushed up and out of Monev’s grip, stepping on Monev’s face mask to leap over him. The manacles hit the floor as Vash darted through the hole in the wall. Milly-ma’am dodged to the other side where the desk used to be. Hannah and Chuck shoved back against their wall where the sheriff was frozen in terror. Vash snatched his gun up off the floor and is out the door before they can blink.

Monev fired briefly through the open doors as he slowly sauntered to them and paused as he looked. “It’s true what I was told about this guy. He’s a complete chicken shit.” And then the muscle-bound wrenchhead loped after Vash.

The sheriff wasn’t moaning now, but he was breathing like he had done all the running Vash had. Milly-ma’am ignored him as she went into the cell block. “Meryl, are you okay?”

Hannah scrambled for the outer doors. She can’t seen either Vash or Monev on the dark street, but she heard people still enjoying their early evening. And some alarmed screaming from the direction of their hotel.

Inside the office, Chuck said, “We told you Vash didn’t do it. Now do you believe he was framed so that guy could get him?”

A bright light filled the street before the riderless black bike squealed around the corner. Hannah ran out to meet her, swinging on while the bike still rolled. Her new boots grabbed the foot pegs she installed for her legs much better than her sneakers had done. She thrust her helmet on and activated the face shield. “Battle mode activate.”

The bike’s main laser cannon and the front fork’s side missile and bola bolt slid out. A grid of the town with two blips moving fast on Hannah’s face shield. Good, the bike’s sensors already had a lock on Vash and Monev.

Hannah grinned. “Let’s show this town how we ladies dance.”

The bike popped a wheelie and charged after Vash and Monev.

“No fair!” Chuck yelled over the radio transmitters between the helmets. “I want to help too!”

“Help Meryl and Milly-ma’ams!” Hannah yelled back.

The bike turned on her speakers and blared out one of Metallica’s recognizable opening riffs, that made the guitars sound like revving engines. “Give me fuel, give me fire. Give me that which I desire, ooh!”

Hannah howled during the solo music and focused on the town map. Vash was in the lead, taking the shortest route to the town’s limits, but it was the side of town filled with saloons. And that’s were all the people who were still awake were. “Battle plan: get ahead of Vash and clear the road so we can get that wrenchhead Monev and his firepower away from the civilians.”

“Battle plan accepted. Intercept course plotted.” The bike printed along side the map grid as she beeped affirmative and fired her rockets.

“Yeah! Turn on, I see red. Adrenaline crash and crack my head. Nitro junkie, paint me dead. And I see red.”

Hannah held on as the bike drove up the sturdiest building on this street and shot across the rooftops. These buildings were only two to three stories tall, no problem for the bike and she was free to really pour on the speed with Metallica singing encouragement.

“A hundred plus through black and white. War horse, warhead. Fuck 'em man, white-knuckle tight. Through black and white.”

The taller buildings were all clustered around the plant bulb. They reached the end of the buildings and the bike fired her rockets again as they dropped off the roofs and back to the street. The civilians gaped watching them settle on the ground again. “Aooooow!” Hannah howled. “Take cover! Bullets will be flying!” The bike revved and surged forward as the chorus blared.

“Ooh, on I burn. Fuel is pumping engines. Burning hard, loose, and clean. And I burn, churning my direction. Quench my thirst with gasoline. So give me fuel, give me fire, give me that which I desire. Hey!”

The civilians screamed and dived through the doors of the buildings.

“Good! Stay there until Vash the Stampede has left town!” Hannah yelled. They rode toward the fast-moving blip that was heading toward them. And people scattered off the built-up sidewalk and street.

[lenniumgodzilla]

Godzilla Lennium 1999 Edition Chapter 46

In Brimstone Field, the epic confrontation between Godzilla and Cyber Giant escalated as Jake mentally activated Godzilla's nitro mode, causing his dorsal spines to light up with a terrifying aura of blue, purple, and white. The atmosphere grew taut with anticipation as the behemoths faced each other, embodying the ultimate clash of science and nature.

Observing from her bunker, General Miyami sneered into her intercom, ordering the Cyber Giant to deploy the tantrum missile. The weapon, a marvel of advanced technology, shot through the air in a display of unpredictable chaos. Despite Godzilla's efforts to dodge, it struck him with overwhelming power, sending him crashing into the earth and leaving a gaping crater.

Yet, Godzilla's indomitable spirit refused to be crushed. He rose again, his resilience stunning Jake and the watching world. The battle continued with ferocity, each monster's resolve unwavering. It was clear to Jake that this was not just a contest of strength, but also a strategic duel that would shape their destinies.

The fiery landscape reflected the intensity of their struggle, each blow they exchanged resonating with the fate of the world. While the Cyber Giant represented the pinnacle of human innovation gone awry, Godzilla's unyielding spirit symbolized hope in the face of insurmountable odds. As the battle raged, it became a thrilling spectacle of intelligence and power, leaving observers breathless and the outcome uncertain.

"Use your nitro jump punch, Godzilla!" Jake instructed telepathically with a sense of urgency in his mental voice. The colossal creature, responding swiftly to the command, drew upon its enhanced abilities to execute the powerful maneuver. Meanwhile, Cyber Giant, a towering mechanical behemoth, made a valiant effort to shield itself from the incoming assault. However, the sheer velocity and might of Godzilla's speed proved to be an insurmountable force, rendering its defensive actions futile.

With a thunderous impact, Godzilla's electrified fist collided with the metallic frame of its adversary, sending a shockwave rippling through the battleground. The clanging and grinding of metal reverberated as various components of the Cyber Giant were violently expelled from the point of contact. General Miyami, observing the intense combat from the relative safety of her bunker, couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation. "Indeed, it appears that Godzilla's strength has been amplified," she murmured to herself, a hint of a smile playing upon her lips as she took note of the unfolding events.

As the dust began to settle, the Cyber Giant, though visibly damaged, continued to stand its ground, sparks dancing around the core of the machine like a fiery ballet. The creature took a moment to reassess the situation, the glow from its mechanical eyes dimming slightly before refocusing. "Now, Cyber Giant, deploy your Lonesome Ranger assault!" General Miyami barked out orders, her voice filled with determination. The robotic behemoth, taking its cue from its commander, raised one of its massive arms and fired a missile that split into four distinct projectiles as it sped towards Godzilla. The monstrous reptilian creature braced itself, the ground trembling beneath it as each missile detonated, creating a barrage of explosive bursts that pushed it backward. The force of the attack was palpable, sending droplets of perspiration from Godzilla's form splattering onto Brimstone Field. Despite the onslaught, Godzilla remained steadfast, the fire in its eyes never wavering. The battle raged on, with each titanic clash echoing across the landscape, a testament to their unyielding determination and the depth of their respective powers.

The intense combat between the colossal Godzilla and the formidable Cyber Giant reached a crescendo as Godzilla, in a display of his unmatched might, released a devastating nitro beam directly into the very core of his mechanical adversary. The beam, a spectacular combination of purple, blue, and white energy, soared high into the heavens after striking its target. Cyber Giant, already weakened by the relentless onslaught, could no longer withstand the immense power and the life within him began to ebb away. His once vibrant, radiant purple eyes grew dimmer, and eventually, they ceased to respond to the urgent commands of the tenacious General Miyami, who had been orchestrating the battle from a safe distance.

The aftermath of the collision saw Godzilla's nitro mode gradually dissipate, revealing his natural grey spines and restoring his eyes to their original lime green hue. With the battle's conclusion ending, Jake, the intrepid hero who had formed an unprecedented bond with Godzilla, approached the defeated General Miyami as the Cyber Giant lays on the field unable to battle. "Your skills in monster engagements are commendable," he acknowledged, "but it seems that today's victory has swung in my favor." His voice carried an undertone of respect mixed with a hint of triumph.

General Miyami, unable to conceal her disappointment, nodded solemnly. Despite the setback, she recognized the valor of her opponent. "Indeed, you have," she conceded, her voice tinged with sadness. "Although we stand on opposing sides, your valor and the strength of your bond with Godzilla are undeniable." She paused, contemplating the wreckage that surrounded them, a testament to the power of the beasts they had both controlled.

Jake, ever the optimist, offered his hand to the general, a symbolic gesture of camaraderie amidst the chaos. "Our battles have been nothing short of exhilarating, and I'm sure the next time our paths cross, the challenge will be even greater," he exclaimed. His words held a promise of future encounters and the thrill of competition that lay ahead.

General Miyami accepted his hand with a firm grip, her eyes reflecting the determination that burned within her. "Your prowess and the might of Godzilla have certainly impressed me," she said, a slight smile playing on her lips. "As for me, I shall return to my workshop and refine my mechanical kaiju, eager to see how much more power and speed I can instill in them for our inevitable next encounter."

Their handshake was a silent pact, an unspoken agreement that the war between them was far from over. As they parted ways, Jake offered a final salute to the stoic general. "Until we meet again," he declared, his eyes gleaming with the anticipation of future battles.

With that, General Miyami turned and walked away, her figure slowly disappearing into the horizon as military personnel rushed to the scene to begin the arduous task of clearing the battlefield, littered with the torn and twisted remnants of the once-mighty Cyber Giant. The sound of their boots crunching on the debris and the buzz of their machinery echoed through the air, a stark contrast to the deafening silence of the battle that had just occurred.

Jake heads back to the hotel to meet General Miyami and his friends who await him. Indeed, it was none other than Jake who had emerged from the intense situation, drawing the attention of Ragnar and the others. "Well, if it isn't the hero of the hour, Jake," Ragnar exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. Shauna and Carla couldn't help but chime in as well, echoing the sentiment of amazement that filled the air. Meanwhile, Dalton stood there with a look of awe, holding a box of food that had been set aside for the victor.

Miyami, the esteemed General, walked past the group, her right hand delicately held against her cheek as if to shield herself from the weight of her recent defeat. Her eyes remained cast downward, not yet ready to engage in any further discussion regarding the battle. Despite the somber mood she brought with her, the others couldn't help but revel in the excitement of the moment.

Carla was the first to step forward, her arm wrapping warmly around Jake's shoulders. "You truly are a master of these challenges," she said, her brown hair dancing with every step she took, her green eyes gleaming with admiration. She was quickly followed by Shauna and Dalton, who both offered him a box brimming with leftover pizza and fries, a small token of their appreciation for his unmatched skill.

"Is this truly for me?" Jake questioned with a hint of surprise in his voice, glancing at the offerings before him. "Well, if you're all that insistent," he conceded with a chuckle, accepting the food with a grateful nod.

The room fell into a brief silence as they watched the Cyber Giant, the once formidable opponent, being hoisted into the sky by three robust fighter jets. The mechanical beast was being transported back to the base for further examination and potential reconstruction.

Miyami's gaze remained fixated on the retreating figure of the Cyber Giant, a slight scowl etched on her face. She took a sip from her cup of coffee, its warmth doing little to alleviate the sting of her loss. "Pitiful," she murmured under her breath, her thoughts lost in contemplation.

Geoff, who had just descended the stairs, took notice of her demeanor. He approached her and offered a comforting word, "You were absolutely incredible out there on the battlefield, General." He took a seat opposite her, his eyes reflecting a mix of respect and concern.

General Miyami, her expression still grim, took a moment to respond. "Ah, thank you, Geoff," she finally said. "But do not be deceived. That Godzilla creature is much stronger than it appears at first glance. The Nitro mode it employed was quite a surprise, and I must admit, it left me utterly impressed," she conceded, a hint of begrudging admiration in her tone. "It will be intriguing to see what we can learn from the wreckage and how we might use that knowledge to our advantage in the future."

As Geoff approached the gathering, he couldn't help but notice Jake, who was at the center of a lively group that included his close companions Shauna, Dalton, Ragnar, and Carla. They all sat comfortably in a circle, with Jake leisurely savoring a slice of pizza. Upon spotting Geoff, the group collectively turned their attention towards him, the atmosphere brimming with anticipation. With a cheerful expression that conveyed both excitement and a hint of competitive spirit, Geoff addressed them, "Looks like the moment I've been waiting for has arrived! I'm ready to challenge Jake in the epic monster battles, and I'm bringing my formidable Fern Blade Dragon to the fight," he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "I remember hearing about monster like that existing in another country, never thought they would exist here" chuckled Ragnar.

Jake, unfazed by the challenge and seemingly enjoying pizza before responding with a hearty chuckle, "Ah, so it's you, Geoff! I've heard nothing but praise for your Fern Blade Dragon. I must admit, I'm intrigued to see how it will fare against the might of Godzilla," he said, his tone a delightful blend of confidence and amusement.

The friends exchanged glances, their eyes sparkling with the thrill of the impending battle. It was clear that the recent victories of Jake's monstrous ally, General Miyami, had not only left an indelible impression on them but had also fueled their desire to test their own mettle. The mention of Godzilla's power caused a ripple of excitement among the group, as they were all aware of the legendary creature's reputation in their monster battling circles.

"Indeed, it seems that General Miyami has quite the formidable opponent in you," Geoff acknowledged, his voice filled with admiration. "But let's not forget that every battle is unpredictable. I've studied and trained my Fern Blade Dragon meticulously for moments like these. I'm eager to see how it performs," he added, a touch of determination in his tone.

Jake nodded in agreement, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm not saying I'm scared, not at all," he began, "but I do respect the challenge you're bringing to the table, Geoff. After all, the excitement is in the unpredictability, and I'm certainly looking forward to an entertaining match," he said, his voice a blend of respect and playfulness.

"Well, I wouldn't have it any other way," Geoff replied, his grin broadening. "I've heard through the grapevine that your Godzilla has some seriously mad skills, man. I'm just eager to get in the ring and see what he's got," he stated, the excitement palpable in his voice.

The group of friends laughed together, the air thick with the anticipation of the upcoming clash between the monstrous titans. It was evident that despite the friendly rivalry, they were all eager to witness the spectacle that was about to unfold. The conversation drifted towards strategies and past battles, each participant contributing their own insights and anecdotes, further building the suspense for the main event that was soon to come.

The excitement had been escalating for days as the epic battle approached at Brimstone Field, where the two rivals, Geoff and Jake, were about to face off. They met with a firm, respectful handshake, a prelude to the fierce clash ahead. The atmosphere was electrifying as they moved to the bunker at the battlefield's edge.

The legendary Godzilla and the awe-inspiring Fern Blade Dragon were the central figures of this dramatic showdown. Their eyes locked in a fiery stare, the anticipation grew thick. The dragon, famed for its sharp, steel-cutting scales, matched Godzilla's imposing presence. The spectators held their breath as the duo took their positions, ready for the clash that would determine the victor.

With a calm yet commanding voice, Jake instructed his colossal ally, "Elbow strike." Godzilla complied, charging forward with incredible force. His elbow collided with the dragon's side, the impact echoing through the air and sending the creature reeling to the ground, shrouded in a dense cloud of dust and debris.

As the dust began to clear, the Fern Blade Dragon was seen standing once more.

[acdoflancashireblog]

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Dolls Nest launches April 24 - Gematsu

Mecha girl action game Dolls Nest will launch for PC via Steam on April 24 for $19.99 / 2,160 yen, developers NITRO PLUS and NITRO ARTS announced. It will feature English and Japanese language support. A demo is currently available.

Users who purchase the game by May 23 will receive the early purchase bonus “<em>Dolls Nest ArtWorks” setting material collection, which contains 49 pages of the designs that inspired the game, such as weapon and equipment design drawings and image boards.

Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:

About

Dolls Nest is a 3D action game where you control a mecha girl as she explores the gigantic factory world of Hod on her journey to uncover the truth. Hod, the world which you inhabit, is a massive crater crawling with armored units. Broken machines and ruined buildings are strewn across its landscape. But fate can be cruel. You must scavenge the land for resources if you wish to survive in this ruined world. Make use of the parts and items you find on your journey, and overcome the trials that lie before you.

Story

Doll. My darling doll… Your birth is nigh, so leave the cradle. They plundered my body, my limbs ripped of, my eyes gouged. To reclaim all, I give birth to you. Awaken, my doll. It is time for battle.

Key Features

Combat – Dodging and using weapons will consume energy. Be sure to manage your energy well and avoid running out of energy in the middle of a fight.

Exploration – Aim to defeat the area boss and discover new unexplored areas. Some events may even trigger along the way.

Customization – Frame Units are capable of changing out and customizing parts. Select parts that are best suited for the situation at hand.

Watch a new trailer below.

Release Date Trailer

[vodgoblin]

Platinum #4 Crash Team Racing

So fun fact about all these Crash games I'm currently playing: I have no nostalgic ties to any of them. Absolutely none. These remakes have been my introduction to lovable orange RAT and are the only reason why I've become such a big fan of the series in the first place. Also I'd like to say growing up with Mario Kart and only playing Nintendo's titular kart racer since the N64 days I am shocked that CTR is leaps and bounds better than any of the plumber's forays into the racing world and yet no one talks about it. WHY DO MORE PEOPLE NOT PLAY THIS GAME????? The technical aspect of actually requiring finesse and skill with drift boosting and U-turning is so much more satisfying and fun to master, though I'm starting to deviate a bit here from the topic of trophies because even those mechanics couldn't save me from the dreadful pain going for the platinum would cause me.

I don't know why I thought this would be any different than the N. Sane trilogy when it came to soul draining trophies because it's not like it's any easier... no, it's actually far WORSE. For one there are a multitude of multiplayer trophies that are always a total slog to get through. They included using every item (both the regular and super version which boils down to RNG), blocking specific items with a TNT crate, playing and winning every game mode, you get the idea it takes a while because of the aforementioned RNG. I ended up having to play two characters simultaneously in order to snag them all in a timely manner.

Then I had to play the game's story mode on hard difficulty and holy shid these CPUs are DEMONS. They are insanely fast and will obliterate you with 10 thousand items. I was struggling to win the first race because of how aggressive they were. I think I spent an hour just getting acclimated to all of the controls before I could start beating them regularly. The high skill ceiling required for hard mode made going for every CTR token within each level a total nightmare as well. Oh yeah that reminds me, you gotta play each stage SO. MANY. TIMES. This is because you have to beat the CPUs on hard mode, then do the race again collecting all the CTR tokens AND getting first place, then again for the time relic (thankfully sapphire is enough), beating all the cups for each colored gem, THEN EVERY OG CTR AND NITRO FUELED LEVELS FOR THE TIME TRIALS AND AT MINIMUM TWO MORE TIMES IN ORDER TO BEAT N TROPY'S TIME AND OXIDE TIME. Which is total BS by the way. If you accidentally beat one of N. Tropy's times and you don't have one of their ghosts selected it doesn't count. You will have to at MINIMUM do each time trial race three times which again is complete crap. And let me tell you some of these Oxide times are brutal when you're new to the game. Tiny Temple requires you to maintain blue flame for the last two laps, Deep Sea Diving requires your timing to be PERFECT in order to dodge a copious amount of giant fans that you won't see coming because of how fast you're going, Oxide Station for having so many sharp turns and many more cruel races. Dare I even mention the Crystal Challenges at this point? I think you're starting to get the point.

This was much harder than the N. Sane trilogy so I think it's time I take a break from Crash because I know the 4th game is the most brutal completion in the series. Make no mistake though this game is feckin' amazing and so much fun to play casually, but it's platinum trophy will drive you crazy.

[neos-ultra]

use a chip!

-you pull up the battle chips and it seems like luck is on your side, two aqua-blades and a wave-rider! you grab them all and as the two watery katanas form and you step onto the surfboard, your phone speaks up again!

sho-co: "hey so i'm watching this stuff from the news and like, i know aqua style seems like a good idea cuz it beats fire but you like, really really need speed right now soooooooo"

neos ultra: "uhh... it's probably fine!" you stay in aqua style and zoom out on the board! the small wave of water carrying you along as you charge through the streets towards phantom!

-the monster yells out again as you crash forward and slash with both swords! cutting into-

-nothing. because it catches the swords and snaps them like twigs. you fall off the board and faceplant on the ground because you failed to dodge the second arm sweeping you.

neos ultra: "...oh man... that's not-" you feel yourself get listed up onto the air by your leg, upside down and eye to eye with phantom flame. "...hi-"

phantom: "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" it starts slamming you on the ground like a ragdoll. back and forth, your face against the concrete over and over. you hear something shatter as your whole body hurts. lifted up again you see shards of your helmet and one of your lenses on the floor. your right eye and some of your hair are exposed as you're too weak to fight. it's about to slam you down again, but suddenly stops.

???: "that's enough for now flame, return." a posh and confident voice speaks out from above. phantom flame vanishes into a flurry of pixels. you look up at the source of the voice, barely able to focus on it in your condition.

neos ultra: "who... the hell..." despite all the main, you're feeling something very odd. a burning sensation at the source of all this damage... you're not too familiar with this feeling.

???: "oh you'll find out later little hero, honestly through you'd be tougher than that... organisation X sends it's regards." the figure simply walks off, out of sight on the rooftops.

-you limp yourself into an alleyway and turn back to geo. many of the injuries stay, but you can at least walk again. to start walking through town to find a bus stop, you've just got to get home now.

-you feel yourself enter auto-pilot as you find a stop, stumbling onto the bus and falling asleep on it, barely even listening to the driver...

-you are not on the bus when you awaken.

-you are on... your couch.

sho-co: "yoooo alive. swag."

geo: "w... why are you here?"

nitro: "I SENT AN EMAIL WHEN WE GOT INSIDE."

geo: "oh, w-wait how did we-"

"the bus driver": "hey, that was me!" the bus driver is in your kitchen, he seems to be making some kind of stew and... you recognise the recipe. your dad invented that.

geo: "j-j-j-j- AUGH TONGUE WORK!!! just, explain everything man! i'm tired of not knowing stuff!" both the driver and sho-co seem caught off guard by your sudden outburst. "just... please."

sho-co: "woah..." the bus driver stirs the pot a little more and puts a lid on it, sitting down with both of you.

"the bus driver": "alright kid... ask away."

what do you want to know?

-who are you?

-why are you helping me?

[stuartpowellfordlincolnmazda]

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[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 52 SANSA IV (pages 678-688)

Sansa gets her first period.

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Sansa dug her nails into her hand. she could feel the fear in her tummy, twisting and pinching, worse every day. Nightmares of the day Princess Myrcella had sailed still troubled her sleep;

*recalls Sansa vs. nightmares of the bred riots (tv edition)*

Oh dear. I don't think that's fear in your tummy, sweetheart.

They had hemmed her in and thrown filth at her and tried to pull her off her horse, and would have done worse if the Hound had not cut his way to her side. (...) Try not to be afraid! he said.

Stop making me like you asshat! Ooooh, that's cheating! Sorry, I just, really like that he said try not to be afraid rather than don't be afraid. It just feels more comforting and less demanding on an already stressed young girl.

"Give your Florian a little kiss now. A kiss for luck." He swayed toward her. Sansa dodged the wet groping lips, kissed him lightly on an unshaven sheek, and bid him goodnight.

I'll give you a "kiss" *hefts steel chair* come here >:3

Turning back to the stair, Sansa climbed. The smoke blotted out the stars and the thin crescent of moon, so the roof was dark and thick with shadows.

I know I've been having fun with 'interpreting' the visions and dreams and stuff the past few chapters, but we do all (myself included) need to remember how hind-sighted visions are. In a narrative it's easy because the author often wants the events to tie together in a certain way, but even then there is always room for different interpretations.

Take for instance this chapter. We are being reminded multiple times that King's Landing is being bathed in smoke. King's Landing which is on a salt water coastline. Born of smoke and salt could now fit basically anyone in or around King's Landing at this point in time.

Case in point: Sansa has been weeping a lot (extra salt for the salt checkbox) because she's getting her first period (if I have my chapters and events correct) which is a "gateway" to womanhood in many cultures, and reflects more viscerally the idea "kill the boy and let the man be born" train of thought. If we wanted to do some crack takes, we could use this to say Sansa is Azor Ahai Confirmed.

She's not, probably, but we could say it.

Hell, Cersei could be Azor Ah-hoooo my gosh someone find a fic author and make that happen! X'D Azor Ahai!Cersei XD

... and just like that Sandor's made me dislike him again. He's so grumpy. And not in a fun way.

...Damn that's a violent period dream. For a second there I was kind of reminded of Dany's first vision through the doors, it was the "Women swarmed over her like weasels" I think, but the phrase from the vision described the men as "rattish"

Gods, Sansa is so terrified. First periods are always scary, even when you know what's going on because it's this change that you can't really wrap your head around until after, and for Sansa it's more than just that, it's another layer of illusionary safety being violently torn away from her.

Also, just as a point of interest, Blood is a Protein Stain. Cold water and a cake of your normal hand soap will remove most fresh stains from clothing and sheets, don't use hot water, warm to hot water actually makes fresh blood stains set. For older stains, glycerine can help to break them up, just dab a bit on the stain and give it a light scrub before washing with cold water and soap.

And when I say glycerine, I mean the stuff from your first aid kit for wound care, also called glycerin or glycerol. not the nitro for exploding stuff.

Queen Cersei laughed. "Wait until you birth a child, Sansa. A woman's life is nine parts mess to one part magic, you'll learn that soon enough... and the parts that look like magic are the messiest of all."

Not super looking forward to Cersei's POV's, cause I've heard things, and I would like to pretend she actually has some intelligence a little longer. Look at this scene. My gosh. For a moment there I almost thought Cersei gave a shit and was commiserating.

This woman has some opinions, and not all of them are complete trash, but damn she needs some therapy... but damn everyone in this series needs some therapy.

"Joffrey will show you no such devotion, I fear. You could thank your sister for that, if she weren't dead. He's never been able to forget that day on the Trident when you saw her shame him, so he shames you in turn. You're stronger than you seem, though. I expect you'll survive a bit of humiliation. I did. -"

So first of all, I understand that had Arya not been in the wrong place, doing the wrong thing, the situation would never have been possible BUT, consider for a moment, that it ALSO could have been avoided if Joffrey hadn't been such a piece of shit! So really he brought that shit on himself then made it everyone else's problem by being an insufferably self-absorb, overly entitled, rich little white bo-

... Joffrey isn't just a dude bro. He's Elon Musk with a violent streak.

I need a moment...

...

Where was I?

Second of all! Oh look, Cersei is Pro Cycles of Abuse. "I suffered so every one else should suffer too. It's equality UwU"

*Kicks Cersei off a tower* This. Is. SPARTA!!!!