Keep moving, but rest when you need to.

BLU double down on Wub

sorry rad yolkies, you'll have to split the toxic waste we have

Oh right we know the dinodata does *something* when applied directly to a repteka, so let's apply some to ROCKS to see if that heals his severe damage.

Need to get back to NEW HOME so you can make it safe from the RAD AMOEBAs. Doing that with DIIRA and BIG RAD YOLKIE will be hard, but what else can you do?

Ah, I just realized there's one option we've been ignoring. We can send Reptekas out to go get things. Not just raw resources though, we can go fetch stuff from our base(s)! We can, for instance, fetch enough materials to repair the CART, which should allow us to transport the giant Rad Yolky.

Alternatively;
BLU go back with the radyolkies and fetch TOXIC WASTE for travel rations, and let the radyolkies eat waste at the site so they get bigger, which would let us travel faster and also fight the radmoebas better. And while that would potentially result in creating more giant immobile radyolkies down the road, what's more important is that we survive the trip back home.
ROCKS rest.

Stun it by asking a deep philosophical question, then run around it to the door.

Get height advantage, climb on the desk do if it gets close you can hop the divider. Then you'll have the breathing room to aim a shot.

>>1099810
The danger there, of course, is that we are a feeble academic and it is a muscle beast. The ones growing tired and slow? It is us, most likely. We should probably play to our brainy strengths - using tools and our environment (e.g. doors, electrical hazards, material properties), our smaller form (maybe can fit through tighter spaces), maybe hiding, uhhhh tactics?

>>1099809
Run away. If you can't get enough distance to blast it then leave the room and hope it can't open doors.

Persistence running would be a good idea
Keep throwing objects to tire it out

Food, huh?
...is there somewhere nearby we can get some food that isn't attached to a person?

Do we still have the sticky bun we can feed it with?

Oh yeah we have the sticky buns. Give the ghost some buns in exchange for information.

>>1099653
Buns i have and i shall share
Because our lives you chose to spare
Our question we shall surely make
As you feast upon my cake
I must assure i talk of food
And nothing even slightly lewd
I am a young lady of class
These are baked goods, theyre not my ass.

Someone think of a question quick, i burned out my thinky parts rhyming

Toss ‘em the bunbag and ignore Riley.

Apologies and buns for you,
In trade for answer straight and true.
To cut it quick, a simple tell,
What’s going on here, what the hell?

Or if you want a ghost to find someone Spirited away, replace the last two with:

Snack on those, there should be many,
Now please tell, how to find Penny?

A3

Don't get cocky. Are you sure she isn't a distraction from the real assassin?
B4, and quickly.

>>1098083
you know
she seems more prideful than smart

maybe you can use that?
find out what she can do AND get someone to watch your back for a full second without getting distracted by ass. even if she cant do garbage beginners tend to be lucky right?
something like
"ok kid tell you what, iv dealt with a LOT of would be killers in my years. show me what you can do to the next chump to try and jump me.
if you impress me well have a fight. maybe ill even show you a couple moves that never made there way down here before."

Suggestion 2024/11/03(Sun)09:26 No. 1099322 ID: 681cb5
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While we wait for the next update, I’m currently running a vore tournament set in this universe that might interest readers of this quest over at my furaffinity. Do come and vote if you’re interested.
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58706626/
In other news, an update is being worked on, but Scion of the Old Blood will probably be priorities for now.

>>1099322
So that rat ana would she not be trying to make herself as tasty as possible slather on sauce and fattened?

>>1099505
I guess the nailed plank could serve as a weapon.
You could try to use a pole to pry up the garage door, maybe... Or try to force the lock on the gate with the hammer and screwdriver. Use them like a hammer and chisel? Do you have any idea how to pick a lock? You have most of the tools needed here, you're just missing something thin enough to put into the lock and manipulate the pins.

If you can pry up the garage door you could put the plank(s) under it to keep it propped up. Hmm, you could even use the pliers and hammer to blunt the opening so it's less dangerous, but hammering it would be very loud.

Well you could twist all the barbs away, but that would take a long time. Propping up the garage door seems quickest.
And keep one of the poles as a weapon, or the nail plank. Whichever isn't too heavy.

Aw that hammer isn't broken. It's just been shortened for use with smaller paws/hands. You could use the (shortened) hammer and the screwdriver to probably bust the hinges off that door and climb the ladder. Problem is, that's gonna be LOUD!

Just try to pick a lock with that screwdriver. And keep it for now, it should work as a shiv.

>>1098984
This

Brett 2024/11/04(Mon)17:36 No. 1099394 ID: 0d1c28
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Brett goes to the top of the stairs

Brett: "Hey Dean! where you at?"

Does something happen when Brett reaches the top of the stairs, does he hear something?

He can hear someone fooling around in one of the rooms. Its the perfect opportunity to try and scare them.

Unrelated random survivor crashes through door, pivots across the railguard, falls on head and goes crazy.

>>1099400

I don't have anything better cooking in my noggin, so I'mma support this.

>>1094116
Why would they execute you now when they could do it live for the ratings or whatever? They don't need an excuse, its not like the audience is going to know if they're lying.

I guess just keep the pick under you until you free your head.

Derringer stock? Lockpick? This feels like the sort of thing we shouldn't convert into something else immediately. The potential is worth more than a toothpick launcher at the moment.

The new guys could be useful. If they're really that talented, then if we can spring them, they might be a big enough distraction to cover whatever we're doing. The downside is that they might be loose enough canons that we get caught in the crossfire. Communication is gonna be limited, but scoping out exactly what their talents are and how dangerous they would be to us should be a high priority.

>>1094056
What's that in the lower-left corner? It looks kind of irregular, not intended, especially with the discoloration. Does it go somewhere, is it a pipe, or just a random, unintended hole from a stray gunshot or something? Did someone punch it and leave blood around the jagged edges?

That toothpick is going to turn into your life line here. Might even be able to use it as a lockpick.

If you made a low-grade gun with the Concealment trait, something prone to failure and nigh-incapable of firing but with a supernatural chance of evading discovery, you could put the splinter in its hole.

No matter what, continue to make getting unstuck your primary focus. The chances of you getting killed for "resisting" shoot way up if you're still stuck in place when your turn at trial comes around. And if you do actually decide to resist, this is an extremely disadvantaged position from which to do so.

In the meantime...

"So, Barbara; I know one half of why you're here - you were found guilty of something death penalty-worthy regardless of whether you actually did it. But if this trend of 'special talents' continues... what special ability have you supposedly got that made the authorities extra scared of you?"

Come to think of it... this whole production seems wildly unprofessional for the purpose it's supposedly serving. There's duct tape holding down the intercom button. The way the 'contestants' have arrived is inconsistent in several ways. There are robot guards, but they're wielding wooden spears - and they aren't even in particularly good shape.

Actually... try asking everyone where they're from, come to think of it; specifically, where they were arrested and sentenced. Compare stories in full (assuming the new guys can take their tape off now that they aren't being watched), making no assumptions about details like that. I'm still of the theory that this whole show isn't legitimate, at least beyond a certain point. A front for some criminal group underbid for the right to handle the "disposal" of death-row inmates from various places - that only some inmates had to sign paperwork could suggest they're from different places with different laws and procedures pertaining to prisoners' rights. The goal, of course, is to recruit different criminals with supernatural abilities and help them 'disappear' off the living record to become everymen with no history and thus theoreticall

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>Nothing
That’s cool I guess, doesn’t beat something though. Something is waaaay better.

turn the candle on

Enable Dowsing option:

This better be a real quest or I will give you a spam-kin'.

I get the feeling theres a pair of mice with a clipboard taking notes as we bash our collective heads against this maze...

Hm.
Maybe its pictographic?
Responds to images.
Not normally the done thing to post an image unbidden in someone elses quest though so...

>>1098291
with your sharp beak

>>1098297
This is the way.

Grimothy 2024/10/14(Mon)21:05 No. 1098608 ID: 0d1c28
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Grimothy snaps Rhonda's belt

Rodrick flails on the ground and slices Khonda's weapon

Round five

Enemies and allies will take turns acting
Select a single character to act and explain what they do

-CT01 Grimothy
-CT02 Konda

That thing is totally still safe to fire, Khonda. Shoot it point blank at Rhonda.

Konda: pistolwhip Rodrick. weapon can still work as a melee weapon.

It won't do for the leadership to appear above their people. Take part in the orgy, its good for morale.

>>1098546
Get with her fancy style, not the orgy.

... serious question, is there any reason we can't pick all three options?

Right here, right now, as an example to the crew.

Let's make it our mission to ensure love isn't completely absent here either. That takes time, and a quick review of whatever trashy romantic fiction you can scrape of your ship databases. The latter you can discuss with her at dinner, or view with her in her chambers.

The Wroknir method of forming alliance is a fine one. Consider the merits of adopting the tradition for yourself. Embrace your inner xenophile!

>>1098363
I think had you gone down the family route I’d have done more of a super controlling old money (source not specified) interfering family that put their reputation above the case and are embarrassed by Raquelle

>>1098370
Thanks I appreciate the feedback.
I never had that in mind specifically for Grim and Raquelle but I suppose I’d be open to if it was suggested.

Honestly I was considering having her leave Grimm to free him up for more interesting encounters with girls of varying sizes but eventually changed my mind.

>>1098344
Thanks for the quest.
It was fun.
And thankyou for the denouement.
Its nice to know how things would have played out or at least one possibility.
Gives closure.

>>1098344
Damn. Well, at least you bothered to say it. I suppose we got to sleep with Raquelle, so it's not all bad, so thanks for running what you did, i guess.

more closure than I'm used to. Bless you sir grimm

Mazzie 2024/10/03(Thu)00:19 No. 1098170 ID: 575940
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You begin explaining your past with the village you once lived in. It doesn’t remotely answer their question, but context is important you guess, and it is really more for yourself than anything. The memory needs some breathing room, especially the memory of your hometown. You don’t want to lose it now you fear you may never see it again.

“I live in this big beachside town in the Upways. Not literally big, but dense, full of tons of people. It only barely stretches from the shoreline to the edge of a forest of needlewoods. It is full of the most kind and compassionate people you would ever meet. We do a whole lot of fishing and exporting ocean stuff. Though I guess the Highest Class doesn’t particularly like us for some reason? We don’t export stuff to them.” You felt like you could have scoffed as you said that last part — if you had a body to do so — but your smirk got quickly replaced with the tone shift in what you said next. “That’s what– was my home town.

“It happened so slowly; there were signs of something, but… We were just catching fewer and fewer fish, and what we could snatch was too diseased for consumption. Then suddenly, it all stopped. The population returned completely, like whatever had been plaguing the water had been taken out. It should have seemed foreboding. It was just a few cycles later while I’d been taking a casual hike through the forest out of town, but when I returned…”

Mazzie 2024/10/03(Thu)00:24 No. 1098171 ID: 575940
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It is difficult to say the next part, but you swallow the lump in your throat and go through with the horrific thought. “There was fire everywhere. Those bright flashing colors were everywhere. Eating away at every building, billowing massive towers of vibrant light completely blanketing my vision. But I had to go back there. I had to know how this had happened. I had to find my mom.”

“I did find her; just ran to where I guessed she might be, then followed her voice to a fishery on the docks. There were a lot more boats there than usual. Larger and with designs I didn’t recognize. But then I stopped; froze in my tracks when I saw– something. It was– well I couldn’t see it too well, only its silhouette cast by the fire behind it. Or maybe it was itself as pitch black as shadow. It was a massive beast; crawling on six stout flatfooted limbs, yet it left a hole triple my height in the wall I saw it through. Its body was a gargantuan bulk of flesh while its head was only a slender boney skull. I saw it tower over my mother who was lying on the floor injured and crying. It was disheartening to see her like that. I only saw her call my name, her voice too quiet to hear. I called out to her in response, but then the beast switched its attention to me.

“It turned toward me. It had no face, only glowing white pinpricks from the hollow sockets of an expressionless skull. Its lower jaw was split like the mandibles of an insect, holding its rows of teeth reminiscent of kitchen knives. A large hole was located on the peak of its head. It stared at me. A growl of sorts emanated from it, low in pitch yet shrill. It opened its mouth. Its hollow maw filled with the same fire that surrounded it, and it produced more from within its gape.

“I stood at the edge of the docks with the ocean to my back. I couldn’t move, I was stuck in place. All I could do was stare back at the beast as the fire in its jaws grew and g

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Mazzie 2024/10/03(Thu)00:26 No. 1098172 ID: 575940
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While that may not have exactly answered its question, that seems to have satisfied it in a way. “Woah,” the child-like voice hushedly exclaims. For a brief moment the silence of death returns. The truth is you don’t actually know exactly how you died. One moment you stood frozen staring at death’s skinless halow face, then an explosion of colors to your front, the splash of freezing water to your back, and now you are here being interviewed on your life.

The voice asks again, still curious. “But that’s not everything, is it?” It holds the intonation of already knowing. Like it only asks not to know more, but to see how you describe it. Though that child-like voice it carries is still laced with innocence. “What about the people in your life? I wanna know about them too. You must miss them, don’t you?”

A. Who is your mother?
B. Who are your friends and neighbors?
C. Who were you; what did you do as a job or pastime?

And please, you may have a lot to say, but it is best to be brief and concise. Leave room for interpretation by me, or for extrapolation by others. Now, Topics written in blue are mandatory to answer. You specifically don’t need to answer them all, but you collectively have to. Mandatory has nothing to do with priority, but just because your response has no immediate effect does not mean it was completely cast aside. Remember: you have just as much of an influence on worldbuilding and lore as I do.

Mom fixed the crab traps. The fishermen had a soft spot for her (and you) and would sometimes give her some of the fish that hadn't sold. You spent a lot of your youth mediating arguments between your two best friends that lived on either side of you.

Your mother used to be an adventurer, but then she took a pick to the face. For all your life, she has been a carpenter; lots of good work, repairing the old docks. Most people are put off by her open right cheek, but she says it makes her look like a wolf.

You were planning to become a musician, but had to make do as a dockhand.

Silly Zealot 2024/09/28(Sat)18:55 No. 1097976 ID: 578f3f
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Mostly because lifting them back up would be very difficult.


-“Fee Fi Fo Fee, I found me a nice chunk of meat,” the verdant behemot lifting you by the foot booms.

-“Hey, who you calling meat? Put me down, you lunk!” you yell, flailing your other limbs as you uselessly try to wriggle yourself free.

-“Fee Fi Fo Fool, I want to carry it but my belt is full,” the saurian barbarian continues.

-“Fee Fi Fo Foom, put it in mine, there’s still some room!” another voice rumbles enthusiastically behind you. God, the only thing that hurts more that your mangled foot right now is that stupid accent of theirs.

Silly Zealot 2024/09/28(Sat)18:58 No. 1097977 ID: 578f3f
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The amstvane squeezing your foot hands you over to his buddy, who promptly hangs you by your feet with one of the lengthy, sturdy ropes that pass for a belt around his belt with a practiced and surprisingly gentle motion, wedging you in between a yich-eater that desperately trying to pull her clothes back upwards and a shabby old human.

-“Damn, man, you smell like hell,” you friendlily greet the hooman.

-“Why hello yourself, bloody nightmare dog,” the old man replies with blushed cheeks, likely due to a jolly disposition and not anger or blood rushing downwards.

-“What the fuck’s a dog?” you ask irritatedly.

-“I’ll have you know I haven’t had a chance to take a bath because I’ve been buried in what the used to be my neighbour’s building for the last two days. Luckily these fellows dug me and Miss Pitching over there out before we ran out of air. If they weren’t going to eat us, I’d say they are being a terrific rescue service.”

-“Yeah? And how do we go about avoiding the whole ‘getting eaten’ part?”

-“See, I’m not rightly sure. I’ve only been here for an hour or two, and between everyone else screaming themselves hoarse to be let go and trying to lift my torso to avoid fainting, I haven’t been able to come with a plan.”

-“How many of these giant guys are there anyway? I’m hearing a lot of stomping.”

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Talk to the amtsvane. You guys are vegetarians, right? It's a good thing we're not a miklik.

There's a reason only yich eaters eat yichs, right? If you can just sneak it into their pot, it'll put them off their meal. Should probably try not to get to that point though.

These barbarians can't be that smart. Bluff that Rokoas have a super buffed version of neumono regen. If they eat you, you'll regenerate in them and tear shit up.

>>1097977
Why are you even fighting? Fuck it, maybe find a place to hide away from society, grab a husband or something and settle down.

Safety first, wrap up the pipe then call it in. In case they can't get to it until tomorrow. Then get some fresh air, that gas was really getting to you.

>>1098003
good idea. and yeah, be sure to call in as soon as possible.

>>1097995
Open all windows and doors.
If the gas is allowed to gather it becomes a risk of explosion, a throughdraft will disrupt this.

A gas leak can be dealt with immediately by shutting off the gas line! Go outside and find the shutoff valve. Then you can call someone tomorrow and have them fix the pipe without disturbing anyone.

>>1097995
Open the windows IMMEDIATELY distrupt the gas build up so you dont get woozy and loopy, what ever is faster go outside to turn off the gas or wrap a cloth but immediately call the repair man explaining or the fire services as a gas leak is no joke

I very much would like to learn this young lady’s name~ Let’s ask about it~ Now, as far as going places, this storage room seems like a good bet. I like the idea of traveling together with this lass.

(1/2) kpwlt 2024/09/26(Thu)08:17 No. 1097851 ID: 127310
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>Speculation: could this be a history of the mole people, how they came to be underground. Or someone else occupying this space before them.

May well be. You’ll keep this in mind in case it ever becomes relevant.

>I very much would like to learn this young lady’s name~ Let’s ask about it~

“Alright, call me Mary.”

I like the idea of traveling together with this lass.

That’s good. She should make hacking your way through this place a bit easier.

>Now, as far as going places, this storage room seems like a good bet.

Mary grabs you by the forearm and leads you back the way you came, to the fork.

Mole people have filled in the gap now, enticed by your fleeting presence. They recognise you. Maybe. Regardless, they shuffle towards the pair of you, eager to grab and bludgeon you into submission.

(2/2) kpwlt 2024/09/26(Thu)08:17 No. 1097852 ID: 127310
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Mary leads you down the left path. After a few turns and narrow sections, a vast emptiness opens before you. The shrieks of lost fruit bats and dripping punctuate the sound of rushing water beneath you.

On the other side of this darkness is a huge column that stretches up as far as you can see, and down the same distance. A large door is conveniently set directly facing you. On either side of the door is a mole person, both taller and broader than any you’ve seen before. Mary looks puzzled at their presence.

Connecting the door to the cliff where you’re standing now is a thin and treacherous path that looks as though it could crumble at any moment. Another path starts out at the same place, but forks around and continues underneath the upper one. You can’t get a good look at what might be on the lower path.

“Either of these should lead to the storage room,” says Mary. “probably.”

take the sneaky low path

Argument: Take the forward path. It will be direct and put us in full comfrontation of the mole men at thegate, but their threat is manageable and time is of the essence in this mission.

>>1096689
Caitlyn checks the rope and then begins to cross the room through the sludge, catching herself on the rope when her balance is threatened. "Whatever is down here better be worth this. Its going to take a week to scrub this smell out."

>>1097012
The fissure continues horizontally some 150', through about forty feet of wall and then diagonally across the floor of a pillared hall roughly twice the size of the one Kisara and Caitlyn are currently in. Below the fissure's entire length, there's a cave, seemingly separate from - but comparable in size to - the one under the hole Cold and Woe went down. Both areas are basically pitch black, so effective mapping would require a light source... or, possibly, a calligraphy brush Kisara can wield in bat form, to take notes as part of an echolocation-based survey.

Traversing the fissure to reach that larger hall might be relatively straightforward, by professional rock-climber standards - just gotta go single file, pressure-walking against opposite walls - but if part of it turns out to still be unstable, who knows how much rock could suddenly be coming down on your head. There's almost certainly another way around, longer but safer.

>>1097174
Shadow-tar thing plowed a path through the slime, and foxmen have been busily expanding it with shovels. Only about two or three feet wide so far, and the residue on the floor is still fairly slippery and disgusting, but the stone floor is actually visible. Even without the guide-rope, someone with at least Athletics 2 could run full-speed along the cleared section, or fight, without to significant impediment or risk.

rolled 9, 10, 2, 5, 10, 4, 4, 8, 8, 5 = 65

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>>1097286
Once on the other side with Kisara she examines the entrance of the other door, illuminating it with her caste mark if needed to see further in. She pondered what that shadow mass might be and questioned if she should have struck it down or not - it seemed to know where it was going and that concerned her. "Does anyone know what that shadow was?"

ooc:
Try to determine the nature of the shadow thing that passed by.
int 2 + occult 4

rolled 7, 4, 6, 9, 8, 7, 3, 5, 10, 9 = 68

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[i]Cold listens, trying to hear the distinctive whooshing noise the shadow made as it fled[i/]

(OoC Per=Awareness + 5dice for StoryTeller discretion)

>>1097667

Honestly, there is absolutely something to be said for pitting the Censors against the Circle on this point. I don't know if we'll be able to pull that off now, but it can at least be a long-term point of consideration.

For now, you need a plan. If there's anything you can rely on Serah for, it's navigate social situations. Tell her what your concerns and expectations are for how your people will act, and ask her to decide for the group how you'll engage with them.

Ask for Serah's expertise and planning. Now that you're all on the same page you can get her opinion on how to proceed. An outside perspective never hurts.

>>1097660
Bravely done rae.

>>1097670
Agreed.
Fresh perspectives.
New vantage points to view the situation from.
Give that beautiful bird tanaris a scritch while you listen to their takes
Its good for both of you and he deserves it.
then you can decide a path with a calmer mind.

>>1097667
Corruption has consumed the Censor Church. They won't just 'do their jobs'. They could ignore the soul devourers entirely to continue pursuing the low-hanging fruit... or even worse, successfully capture the soul devourers and breed them to conduct human soul experiments.

Your objective should be to inflict conflict, as much as possible, between the elven extremists and the corrupt priests. Give the task of monster slaying to beings you can trust to do actual slaying.

Help getting everyone out of here, fast.

D, C

B, C. If Fire Magic can be on cool-down, so can your embarrassment, at least for a few minutes. Let's say until it's pointed out or you finally head through to the store. Though maybe help pat out that fire.

Enjoy the strange feeling pf getting touched like this in a place that is quite unacceptable, before remembering your situation.
A, d

C, a

C

Alright, two options, let's make 'em count:

Height - Vivi is considerably tall. To put it in scale: Her height, when compared to the average fairy woman, is about what Serah's height is when compared to the average human woman. She is a giant

Eyebrows & Facial Demeanor - Intense. Her neutral expression is almost a glare, but it radiates less anger and more of a sense of deep focus. You can tell by looking that she's ready for anything, and would be difficult to catch by surprise. As for her eyebrows, make 'em thicker than just a curved or angular line. Hers are thick enough that you gotta draw a shape and fill it in with color.

- Hair color
dark green with some light green streaks or patches, or vice versa

- Tattoos (you can describe multiple tattoos as a single feature) has some names of the people who beat her in fencing cause she wants to remember and honor them cause not many people can beat her. She sees those names of winners as battle scars too.

>>1097535
Her ears are a little longer than average and quite expressive.
Even a little mobile, tilting up and down and moving in ways that sync with her mood.
She is self conscious about them, and regrettably her ears redden too when she blushes, rare as that is.
Primarily, the biggest annoyance is that shes started to worry that they are a tell in duels and as such she has taken to wearing a binding head band to tie them down during matches.

She has the brightest, most infectiously joyous of smiles and while it is as rare a sight as it is singularly charming, when something brings out that smile she melts hearts.
Much to her chagrin, it is adorable.
A badass blade dancing fae shouldnt make people want to squee at her cuteness.

I think Vivi has bigger hips than she’d prefer. Where the rest of her body is toned, and firm, her tush is soft and squishy. She’s come to terms with the fact that it makes her sexy. She only dislikes the size of her rear due to it increasing her size as a target, in an area she’d rather not be struck.

Also, Vivi’s hair is purple. Well, it’s NATURALLY purple. She dyes it green to match her glow for duels, but if it’s been a while since her last fight official fight, you start to see some purple at the roots. She usually uses this as a timer. As soon as she can see the purple, she knows it’s time to get it over with and issue a challenge herself before she starts to get rusty.

>>1097587
This doesn’t count as a suggestion, just wanted to point out, if she ends up having pubic hair, she wouldn’t see a point in dying it. Just a detail considering the type of quest this is.

Presses Start

Remove the typo in the game files or the AI will be dumb

>>1096989
Add typos to the game files to prevent the AI uprising

Add Silly Comments in the game's code that no one will see until people break open the game thirty years later.

You know those 5g cell phone transmitters. Ride around in a pickup truck with sledgehammers, maybe five six guys. Bring a ladder and rope.

Once all those are down maybe something a little bigger to take down the cell phone towers themselves.