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Post by Planetbox on Aug 25, 2015 16:25:32 GMT -5
I would advise them to find a way to block off the bridge. It should certainly be easier than trying to tear it down, and destroying it may raise more problems in the future. ^Thirded I got stuck in the quotebox again. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2016 20:29:00 GMT -5
I've given this a lot of thought obviously, and for good reason I assure you. The path of denial is peculiar, but not one without its charm. Advising to wall off the perilous bridge could seem like fine plan in principal, but how often do you see a determined man like that uncle in the parable heeding a discouraging example like that. You'll need to be skilled in creating scenarios that appear to be absolutely impossible to accomplish.
"Standing on Mountains, Besting all odds against them, That is man's nature."
If you want to play hardball I won't stop you, but don't come crying when an airtight plan starts springing leaks. What I think is smart and You think is smart is totally different from what they may think is smart in the end.
But I digress, We should be reaching the Writer's Block by now. Come along James, let's put a spring in our step and hurry along now.
The Writer's Block is a special domain where all manners of adventures eventually can reach with time. In some cases a tale will strike it and halt, but more often then not it allows the transmission of ideas to reach their final conclusion, or perhaps continuance in some cases. I haven't a doubt that this Block will serve as the start and end of our adventures for the forseeable future of this journey. It may sound a bit boring to have a central base of command in an adventure but there is some prospect to be had for intrigue, however with time it will certainly develop into quite the hub of activity.
For now I'll be charting our course to the next storyline to bring in, but if you'd rather not ask questions with little actual progress, you can always prompt James to visit any manner of place you can imagine within the six walls of this area.
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Post by Planetbox on Oct 14, 2016 16:56:19 GMT -5
Wait patiently, because I can't tell if we're supposed to be doing anything yet or not.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2018 10:20:42 GMT -5
You are JAMES WILLIAMS again, or at least you feel as though you are. What had started as a rather mundane trip the local THRIFTCO had changed rather dramatically when just as you had turned onto the I-ROAD FREEWAY to go prepare for the BIG GAME, you were teleported to a strange BOXLIKE ROOM with a SAMURAI who enjoys talking to himself there. It kinda reminds you of one of those ANIME SHOWS one of YOUR BEST BROS keeps talking about. You've always been more of a sports buff though so you've never given them much thought. What you do remember though is that it sounds like you get some SUPER POWERED ABILITY whenever this happens, so perhaps this won't be all bad.
You decide to sit around and wait for the SAMURAI to come back from whatever he was doing. Clearly if anyone knows what's going to happen it would be him right?
Just as you say that in your heart however the unmistakable sound of an electric door bell ring out from overhe
Oh dear, I'm awfully sorry for the wait. It seems getting around the writer's block is a lot harder than one may think without a clear direction to go in. Nonetheless, we have the first storyline we will be visting lined up, so it should only be a moment more... Hold on, Where did this store come from? I didn't hear anyone suggest a marketplace for James to explore after all. Mari Mart? Is that a Fish Market? I'm well aware how silly some of the voices suggestions can be at times but isn't that a little peculiar even by their standards?
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Post by Planetbox on Jan 24, 2018 16:00:38 GMT -5
What the heck is even going on it's been like two years
Yell at the samurai or something idk
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2018 20:35:00 GMT -5
You try your best to shout to the SAMURAI, but unfortunately it seems you do not have the proper INTACT/RUPTURED ORGAN RATIO to properly express your distress and confusion underneath this HEAVY AND CRUSHING SKY BUILDING. You will need to come up with a different plan.
Oh no. Oh no this is bad. James is under the building? How could this happen; I merely turned my back for 60 or so weeks in the timeless void of the block. To think such a pitfall could be encountered so immediately is a misfortune above all else.
I understand if the level of this crisis is missed upon you, so allow me to explain. Without James, you the mighty voices are without a protagonist to maneuver. We'll be hard pressed to do any good if we lack anyone to send into the tales to rectify their inconclusive situation, so action here and now is of utmost importance.
Pardon my rudeness for the additional weight I now shoulder you with, but I must investigate this shop and uncover what has happened. Since I' unable to share the details of what I see as James would have through the second person interface, I'll try to keep you in the loop regarding what I encounter.
<bii-booon>
The shop is pungent with the odor of sea. It reminds me a lot of the markets that my setting would have likely raised me in, but that is not particularly relevant in the slightest.
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There's a wet pattering sound coming from behind the counter. I can't quite identify what it would be, not from this angle or viewpoint at least. But I can sense an incredibly powerful strength coming from the vicinity, the kind of energy that would easily have the providence to cause such a disruptive action. I have no choice but to back away to avoid notice, though to suggest that would do any good would be mockery of the wills that be.
I am being toyed with now. A trial is upon me.
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Jan 24, 2018 21:36:18 GMT -5
Scream loudly to whoever is toying with you "I KNOW YOU'RE DOING THIS!!!!'
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 8:37:57 GMT -5
Although I would savor the opportunity to do so, I must implore you to refrain from suggesting such a thing. Caution and guile are essential to settling this matter without confrontation. The will of the Voices, you in other words, are able to be impressed through the protagonists of the story, this however is an intervention orchastrated by the story itself.
"Hey."
...Ah. It seems that I have been caught wind of.
"Well yeah. I kinda figured that out the second the door rang open. You talking to yourself out loud all the time didn't help either."
Is that what I've been doing all this time? How foolish of me to do such a thing.
"...Yeah. It is."
I can see that you're pretty confused about all this, but I'd like you to hold off on any questions until after we step outside of this store. Just now when it appeared it seemed to have crushed an innocent man underneath it.
"Oh shoot is he okay?"
...It'd be best to hurry.
Our new visitor quickly scrambles out of the store to look for signs of James I presume, but a serious concern has arrived now that I have verified the identity of this stranger.
I can't speak personally for your familiarity with him, but from my origin I know this figure to be a particularly chaotic individual who goes by the name "Spindow Dokuma." I can't help but be wary of somebody who introduced themselves into a story by mentioning how his friends set up a relief fund for the town damages he accrued. He just arrived and already incapacitated our protagonist, there's no telling what could happen if we let such an unruly figure stick around.
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Post by Planetbox on Jan 25, 2018 18:13:48 GMT -5
Looks like we have a problem.
Jason Mendoza once said that whenever he had a problem, he would throw a molotov cocktail and then he'd have a different problem.
Let's do that.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 7:57:59 GMT -5
Yes, that could work. But before we do so I think it would be wise to attempt to get the most out of our "Molotov" before we actually toss it away, if you catch my drift.
It's true that he isn't a protagonist by any means, but I suspect that he can probably act as a surrogate if you were to prompt him like one. As for what to do after that... Although it would be a regrettable waste at best to do so, It'd be far safer to toss Spindow into the story I had lined up and move on to our next destination after James has recovered.
"Oh my god! Is that his ARM poking out? I can see the bone how gruesome!
Why aren't you out here yet didn't you care about this dude or something?"
...Our first priorities should be getting James to safety. I'll see to getting the gateway open meanwhile.
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Jan 27, 2018 19:12:09 GMT -5
Do things that involve getting him to safety.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2018 22:45:48 GMT -5
Do things that involve getting him to safety. In desparate bid to save some dude apparently stuck under the building, Spindow's first inclination is to try dragging the poor guy out. However, this is quickly vetoed by the talkative yellow Samurai who reminds him that in all likelyhood, that would Kill him given his state. This strikes Spindow as rather counterproductive, does he want him out or not?
As he grips the temple of his helmet in distress, the Samurai stop shuffling around suspiciously in the background of this lifeless wasteland to suggest that instead of mangling James further, Spindow ought to use some of the tools at his disposal to [i]carefully[/i] retrieve him.
Admittedly that makes a lot more sense in hindsight, but it may still be a tall order for Spindow, delicate isn't particularly a term that comes up all to often in his playbook after all... What can he do that could be considered "helpful"?
"Don't be afraid to ask me before you do anything with him" The Samurai says as he looks off into the sky. "In fact I'd say it's probably safer than not to air on the side of caution to whatever may happen with this one."
Scoffing loudly at the golden general's offer, he turns back to James with a skeptical expression. What did he think this guy was capable of to begin with? He's trapped under a damn building for pete's sake!Spindow DokumaStatus
Level 6
HP: 75/75
FP: --/--
Sta 45 |Skl 10
Att 80 |Wis 04
Def 27 |Mag 03
Agi 08 |Luc 02
Quirks
Break: The quality of destruction that can not be repaired.
Erase: The quality of destruction that can not be perceived.
Demolish: The quality of destruction that can not be rebuilt.
Techniques
Contact: Impart one quirk's effect through touch
Connection: Imbue one quirk's effect to an ally/item
Activation<Icefire>: Power 15, Costs 1 Mag. creates a flaming projectile that burns away all heat. Fire element on contact, residual flames impart {True Freeze}
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Skipjack: A hefty fish from the bountiful sea. There's no end to the number of ways to serve it.
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Jan 27, 2018 23:21:57 GMT -5
Break, erase, and/or demolish rubblestuffs to get to the guy who's trapped under the building!
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Post by Planetbox on Jan 28, 2018 15:05:28 GMT -5
Seconded.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2018 17:47:17 GMT -5
Break, erase, and/or demolish rubblestuffs to get to the guy who's trapped under the building! When in doubt go all out as they always say. Following this sagely advice he heard from somewhere or another Spindow commits to pulverizing the building at max power.
Using the raw strength of Break Spindow sends one swift punch into the store's foundation sends shockwaves rippling through Mari Mart as it begins shaking itself apart at the seams. The sound and smell of various aquatic goods shattering out of their containers is nauseating, but even worse is the fact that this has only made James situation worse. Not only is he buried under the building, but now the rubble has buried him even further!
It is at this point that a certain feudal lord has begun racing over to put a stop to Spindow's "Efforts" weapon at hand. However, undaunted by the prospect of further admonition Spindow hastens his pace as well to fix this minor setback with the much more gentle Erase. slapping at the bloodiest looking wreckage in the heap, chunks of cinderblock began to vanish away and uncover a very flat looking James underneath at last. As he reaches his hand out stave off the shogun's advance, he realizes that he still can't reach James despite the free space in between the two. "Damn it why did I think Erasing the rocks would work that only makes them invisible?!" Spindow cursed aloud with panic in his voice.
There is no time left. If this was the furthest extent of his abilities perhaps Spindow would gladly lay down and accept his lot, but when push comes to shove there is still one ace in the hole that is sure to destroy the rocks completely. Given that he's probably in pretty dire straits now, Surely James wouldn't be so sore if Spindow was to break the stones down into their raw energy state right over him would hStop. I'm sorry but I can't allow this to continue any further. It was my mistake to believe that any good could result from this in the first place. Never in my wildest imagination would I have anticipated he was capable of any of that, though given this is an avatar of such a coldhearted supreme being, that was a folly on my part to assume. Thinking that It wouldn't take the first opportunity to go on the offense was a fool's dream. I think a change of priorities has to be made, We're better off with James in his state than we are with that one carrying on in any manner down the line. Once we get rid of this pest we can see to it that James can prompt forth a more reliable rescue, as I should have suggested in the first place. |
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Jan 28, 2018 18:51:30 GMT -5
Call 911?
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Post by Planetbox on Jan 29, 2018 18:46:19 GMT -5
Call 0118-999-881-999-119-7253
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2018 17:30:51 GMT -5
Once again, you are JAMES. Although seemingly this you have been freed from being crushed under a building. However, this has done nothing to ammend your sensation of IMMINENT DOOM. Luckily, between the waves of MIND NUMBING AGONY you recall that you were in possession of a CELLULAR DEVICE convently in reach of your dislocated arm. Immediately you ring up 911... Or at least you eventually do after pushing just about every other button with your BROKEN LIMP NOODLE ARMS.
Speaking of noodles, as you wait for the appropiate paramedics to arrive you spot that SAMURAI fellow sweeping something away into some kind of ANOMALOUS DISTORTION OF SPACE judging by the looks of it. Although the blood loss could easily be messing with your head, something tells you that it was that blobby thing that was trying to dig you out not long ago before the SAMURAI clocked him in the back of the noggin. There must have been a good reason for that, saying that although he probably shattered your femur after a water pipe shifted in the wreckage, he did look like he was trying to help.
"Don't worry about that fellow James, he's somewhere he shouldn't be able to cause any trouble now. The medical professionals are already here so just hold on a little longer."
As he says, the presence of emergency responders are running this way, JAWS OF LIFE in tow. That be pretty rad you'd think, if your SEVERE CONCUSSION would allow you to do so. But you still wonder what the heck this was all about to begin with. Undoubtedly, as soon as you wake up from this irresistable urge to become unconscious you'll have a lot of questions to ask this SAMURAI. But now you're asleep Zzzz.
End of Part 1
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2018 15:27:13 GMT -5
"Oh good, I caught it off guard."
The sound of mumbling rings in the air and awakens Spindow from an especially groggy haze. The surroundings open into the open square of a desolate town left to crumble to the elements, and dead ahead of him he catches notice of young woman dressed in a white tunic.
This woman appears to be drawing closer with cautious steps, and armed with a rather sharp looking sword more befitting a knight than somebody who looked to throw a pair of boots on in their PJs before coming here.
"Okay, a little bit closer... Careful..."
Aha, it seems pretty obvious that this is an attempt at making a sneak attack now that he thinks about it. After all, why else would somebody go around with dangerous weapons like that where nobody would notice, aside from those awkward types who enjoy LARPing out behind shopping markets that is.
Dubious motives aside, the fact stands that if she's coming at him at this point then this sneak attack has been spectacularly bungled already hasn't it? It seems she doesn't even realize that her opponent is already watching her every step. Excuse me miss, this wouldn't happen to be your first time trying this would it? You won't be able to get your bonus damage if the monster is awake you know!
Jokes aside, somebody with clear killing intent was still approaching Spindow without any rhyme or reason to cause harm, at least as far as he can tell. There wasn't any explanation he could come up with for why somebody he hadn't met would try to stab him in the back, so a direct inquiry seemed like the quickest route to figuring this out.
But... As sensible as that would be...
Spindow can't find it in himself to ignore the golden opportunity to turn the table on this girl for trying to attack him in the first place. As an upstanding and honorable individual of high moral fiber, it would be a great disservice to allow this greenhorn to walk away thinking that her gross failures were due to missing the window of opportunity. There's absolutely no malice involved in wanting to correct somebody through example, so it follows that playing along just long enough to educate this pupil in the proper form of a premptive strike would be entirely warranted and justified, right?
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Feb 3, 2018 0:49:47 GMT -5
Sure?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2018 11:27:58 GMT -5
As expected, Spindow could find absolutely no flaws in his deductive reasoning. Despite the soundness of his judgement on why retalia- reeducating this lass was the best choice of his options, he hadn't quite considered that his options were pretty limited in what he could do from a static position. Maybe he could swat away the incoming blade as she swung down at him with one arm, and follow it up with an over the shoulder throw with the other? Ooh or perhaps some Icefire could be used to freeze the floor solid and send the swordswoman sliding away like a hockey puck? Considering the local topography also reveals many options, the brokem down water fountain a few paces away could definitely open some options for battle. It was only with the shout of his pupil's battlecry that Spindow was pulled back to attention to avoid the lunging strike dealt out by the novice warrior.
"It dodged? Was it waiting the whole time?"
"Hello my student, so glad to see you've caught up to about five minutes ago."
Spindow offered his heartfelt congratulations as he knocked the horrified adventurer off balance with a firm shove. It wasn't the introduction that he intended to give, but perhaps that was for the best if she was a slow learner. It is the necessity of every instructor to impress the concepts at a pace suitable for their class after all. All this really means is that this lesson will have to be drawn out a little longer than expected.
"I should have expected as much. There was no way that such a weird monster could be hanging around here unless there was a Dark Lord involved."
Spindow tilted his head in confusion about what this girl was on about now. Maybe that gentle push rattled something in her head on the way down? He was willing to put that incredibly insensitive comment about being a monster to the side for now but this nonsense about Dark Lords didn't sit right at all. Where was she pulling this shlock from an old 1980's game script?
In any case the girl quickly scrambles back from her fall with newfound hatred surging from her. How unreasonable can somebody be to justify a battle over such a misguided appraisal of the situation? Very well, if you're not willing to see this like rational and understanding person than there really is no choice but for Spindow to give you the battle you so obviously want. Just remember whatever happens is on you lady.
Battle Start!
Enemy:
Swordswoman: 34/38
Bio: An adventurer in a white tunic wielding a broadsword that shines as brightly as her righteous indignation.
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She looks and moves like a novice. This fight could really end whenever I feel like it.
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Spindow: 75/75
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Feb 4, 2018 11:49:46 GMT -5
Try to ask her what a Dark Lord is and repeatedly refute any claims of your connection to one.
Also tell her if she REALLY wanted to kill some dark-whatever she should, like, not start with you because you aren't one.
And tell her that her sword form is bad. But do it kinda nicely so she doesn't try to kill you more because while she probably won't succeed even if she tries it'd be rude otherwise and we all know rudeness is the truest evil of all. That and I think I remember Spindow being a slime monster and it'd be a shame if her shiny sword got all goopy.
If none of that works say "heck it" and use Erase on yourself to turn INVISIBIBBLE and mess with her head.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2018 20:03:21 GMT -5
The first attack comes again from the swordmaiden as she attempts a wide arcing slash across Spindow's midsection. A faint smile of relief emerges as the feeling of the blade sinks into something tangible. *8* That smile quickly changes to confusion however when she discovers her weapon had been fastened inside her target's body.
"It's... It's stuck! Why can't I get free?!"
"What, did you think I'd just let you keep swinging at me?"
As fun as it would normally be to roughouse, the thought did come to Spindow that if he was to knock her clock out it would set a very bad impression. This girl took one look at him and figured he was a monster or a Dark Lord on the spot, whatever that was. If he was to actually prove himself dangerous somehow what happens the next time some tunic wearing weirdo sees him, or even worse, pursue him with a bounty set up by this awfully rash and judgemental chick?
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"Oh for pete sake OW! Why are you kicking me no- Come On! Damn it Knock it off!"
"Give me back my sword you beast! Dark Lord or not there's no way I'm letting you have that sword!"
Again with this Dark Lord thing. Seemingly not content to take a hint, The girl takes to kicking Spindow in the chest in a bid to free her sword from his grasp. Was it really that valuable?
"Hey hey, slow dow- *1* I SAID SLOW DOWN A SEC WOULD YOU?! I'M NOT A DARK LORD!"
"Don't even bother trying to play coy! I don't know what you're scheming or who you serve, but I Do know a Dark Lord when I see one."
In one ear and out the other. If there was a worst waste of time than this Spindow thought he would beg to trade for it in a heartbeat. To his wits end, he reaches out to separate this bothersome woman away from her precious blade at arms length.
"Whoa! Get your hands off of me!"
"Hey I've been nothing but civil here, don't get angry at me for acting like a brat just because your toys got taken away."
Naturally this measured and restrained chiding has no bearing at all on her demeanor. Grasping and kicking in futility to reach her weapon, she hurls every name and insult she can muster up to vent her frustration at Spindow for his treating her this way. It made him wonder if on some level she was coming to terms that he wasn't interested or if she was just so high strung she couldn't help but curse him out at every breath. It was actually rather impressive to see somebody so outright determined to let him know how much they disliked him. But even so that wrath wasn't about to get any answers so for the time being it was better to get things settled down just a little bit.
Holding out the knightly weapon, an ethereal blue flame ran the blade from Spindow's hand with a loud hissing, catching the woman's attention front and center to the horror of her prized weapon glowing red like a furnace's forge.
"No nonono not the sword! Please if there is any good or mercy in your heart don't do anything to my sword I beg you!"
"Well I mean I could just snap it in two."
In the throes of another tantrum the sword was plunged into the earth with a blast of mist surging from the fissure, issuing wails of despair from its owner. Finally content that it won't be much of a danger anymore Spindow released the girl and took a seat at the fountain to sigh deeply.
"Can we just get a few things straight before we descend any further into hy-"
"What have you done to my sword? It's frozen solid! It wasn't enough that you stole it you had to freeze it too?"
"Oh shove it, if you hadn't been such a pain I wouldn't have had to."
-Sniffle-
"...Unbelivable. You're going to CRY because of this?"
Who the hell was this girl, she can't even use the weapon to save her life and yet she values it so much that it's bringing her to tears? Although Spindow was never one to stake his life on the quality of his gear, surely there had to be some limit to how dearly you hold your weapon. Isn't this going a little overboard? Amidst her sobbing she begins searching through her item pouch, eventually locating a tiny festively decorated scroll which is turned over to Spindow to examine.
"...Number 32 Nice Prize Winner. 1 Knightly Broadsword."
Looking down at the little scroll and back to the woman, a picture began to be formed.
"I had to work so hard for so long. -sniffle- I saved up every gol I could scrounge up and I finally won... -sniffle-"
Could it really be possible? Could somebody like this really truly exist? The thought sent shivers through his body as he feared the worst. But there was no way he could bear not confirming it.
"Are... Are you telling me... That sword you can't use for jack that you value so much... Is because you got it in a Prize Lotto?!?"
The poor girl said nothing, but as she sat next to her frozen sword head hung low her tears said everything she couldn't bear to say herself.
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Enemy:
Swordswoman: 34/38
Bio: An adventurer in a white tunic wielding a broadsword that shines as brightly as her righteous indignation.
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Spindow: 53/75
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Feb 6, 2018 10:08:24 GMT -5
Did... did Spindow just take damage from sentiment?
Console the girl and ask more about why the prize lotto meant so much to her. Also offer to fix her sword (can we fix it?) if she promises to not try and stab us again.
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Post by Planetbox on Feb 6, 2018 19:26:52 GMT -5
#Relatable
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Feed me lemons or feed me life!
