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Fan Creations / Re: The Map of RPM
« on: March 07, 2013, 01:47:48 AM »
You know what the Eastern side really needs?

A LIBRARY!!! 8D



I'll probably be adding more places for Tarot Cat's cards to own when I get enough inspiration.

Edit: Damn you, post!  Stop reducing the size of my image! :|

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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: March 05, 2013, 08:11:30 AM »
People have ways of finding respect in someone who hazes them upon first joining the forum. 8D

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Off The Wall / Re: "What's Upsetting You Right Now?"
« on: March 04, 2013, 09:54:25 AM »
Or, as I would like to call it, Warner Bros.' attempt at ripping off parodying The Rescuers. 8D

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Off The Wall / Re: "What's Upsetting You Right Now?"
« on: March 04, 2013, 09:28:40 AM »
Apparently, fans of old Tom & Jerry cartoons either forgot or didn't realize that the title characters have had at least one line of dialogue every now and then and not just this line -> [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9U_C_q6WcU[/youtube]  -_-

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Off The Wall / Re: "What's Upsetting You Right Now?"
« on: March 04, 2013, 07:37:48 AM »
If they were gonna make it pay2win, I dont get why they didn't just sell the whole game.

Probably the same reason Capcom has been sticking DLC content on their discs.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=DB-rxpD4nTQ#t=125s[/youtube] 8D

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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: March 02, 2013, 11:03:04 PM »
I don't have a NES, we had one but my mom sold it when we moved in this house when I was in Kindergarten.

And I would probably do the same thing since I suck so bad in those games.



The solution to all your old school gaming problems. owob

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: March 02, 2013, 09:23:06 AM »
(And speaking of misadventures.... 8D)

For a scrapyard, the ceilings have nary a crack on any part of their ceiling or walls.  Then again, since nothing's happened in the past few minutes, Hierophant could only assume the robot in charge had gotten too use to the obnoxious crow's innate cries and chose to ignore them.

He could go back to watching over the cards in World's place, but knowing that disassembling robots lacking in proper armory would need to oil themselves every now and then, it still wouldn't be a good idea to continue camping out in such an obvious location.  It was probably best to leave now before that happens.

Keeping a careful weight on the hand pressed against the wall, Hierophant lifts the leg on the opposite side of his body and attempts to turn and slip it back onto the skull-patterned, tile floor only to feel his other foot slip from the curved corners of the tub, dropping him into the oil bath.  Panicked, he grabbed the corners of the tub, barely keeping his head, back, arms and stuck out leg from suffering the same fate as the rest of his body, all the while the minor tidal wave pushed Death to the edge of the tub, surprisingly not dampening or startling her still content posture.

"Finally decided to join me, eh?" Death chuckles, "Should've thought twice before using a oil-slicked tub as your stepping stone."

Hierophant struggles to keep his calm as he staggers to his drenched foot while slipping the other onto the floor outside the tub, looking down to find his once green and white miter tinted in dark, oily stains.  He goes through the process of squeezing out any dripping oil that might leave a trail while shaking some more out of his drenched leg and once green boot before grabbing Death and heading for the door leading back into the scrapyard.

Upon opening the door and looking around, he finds that Reggae was nowhere around, either suggesting he had gotten bored and left, or the robot in charge got tired of his annoying squawking and threw him out.  Either way, it gives him the opportunity to sneak out without being caught, sticking close to the wall as the best means of staying clear out of the robot's sights.

Berbil Jane, meanwhile, drags Raggae to the very crate her red and orange brethren hid in earlier and tosses him into it, kicking the door shut and wandering off until he regained his senses and pecked his way out.

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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: March 01, 2013, 03:44:09 AM »
Ah, Viper, don't you know?  The cake is a lie! 8D

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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's picture!
« on: March 01, 2013, 01:42:33 AM »

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Fan Creations / Re: The Galaxy of Rockman Perfect Memories
« on: February 26, 2013, 08:32:16 AM »
Aile can be real, if you give her the same device that made the doctor hologram from Voyager tangible beyond sick bay. 8D

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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: February 26, 2013, 05:07:14 AM »
"You will care if I have to go Super Saiyan for it!"

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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: February 25, 2013, 05:45:59 AM »
Yes!  The question of whether Protoman fence to disappear! 8D

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 24, 2013, 11:03:32 PM »
(Technically, he isn't heading to St. Acidburg, he's just plowing through a random city near RPM, but like RMZX said, not everything is going to happen exactly as the person causing it is going to happen.  I'm willing to have the wreckage wait until everyone's recuperated from their earlier ordeal)

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 24, 2013, 10:24:39 PM »
(Assuming we still have other people to respond to an out of control Wreck-It Ralph robot [wiggle])

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 24, 2013, 10:09:19 PM »
(This is what happens when people get bored and restless!!!! 8D just kidding)

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Forum Games / Re: Add a caption to the previous poster's avatar, ROUND TWO!
« on: February 24, 2013, 11:46:51 AM »
"Because you're simply not sexellent enough!"  8B

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Roleplay / Re: Wushu Campaign! RULES AND INDEX IN FIRST POST!
« on: February 24, 2013, 08:45:47 AM »
I might use this for my Magical Dash RP once I find the time to get to know the mechanics better and flesh out a more believable storyline.

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 23, 2013, 09:24:54 AM »
(The only relevancy...is completing teh Wily Star II!!! 8D or not....)

It didn't take long before Magician returns to the ruined Wily Star II with a clinging Bin Man in tow.

"Took you long enough," Hajime mutters, though not sounding irritated or upset by the late arrival.

"You have no idea," Magician sighs while tossing Bin Man towards the ruins to have him lump the Refractor Crystal with the rest of the scraps, "Now I just need to find Hermit and Strength before one of them provokes an army to come charging over here to chase us off."

He turns around to do so only to notice the oddly crafted Fix-It Felix and paint bucket robot lingering towards them with eager grins on their faces.

"We're here!  We're here!" Paint-It Man exclaims excitedly, "Now we can get to work fixing the star!"

"And you are...?" Hajime asked, sounding cautious.  The two robots look towards him to find his dragon mech greeting them instead of the humanoid piloting it.

Any normal person or repair robot would have freaked at its appearance, but the two simply stood straight and saluted.

"Fix-It Man and Paint-It Man; at your service, friend of Dr. Wily II!" Fix-It Man greets stoically.

"He didn't send you here because he was getting impatient, did he?" Magician mutters.

"Oh no, friend of that silver knight guy!" Paint-It Man assures, "We came of our own accord!  And we wanna help get this Star back up and running!"

Both Magician and Hajime look to each other before the materialized card sighs and scratches his brown, silky straight hair, "I'd...better go back to finding Hermit and the others...."

He then drifts off back into the drifting sea of space junk, leaving Hajime to deal with the archaic-looking robots.

"So, where do we start!?" Fix-It Man asked, "I hope you've gathered everything!  I can't work my magic if even a computer chip is missing."

Hajime continues to stare at them, unsure of whether he should accept the help, knowing WilyII probably had intentions of using his income as a tether to keep him latched to his side for more unpaid favors, all the while further antagonizing him against the Resistance.  But at the same time he didn't want to keep his Robot Masters lingering in frustration and fret of being looked upon as traitors to a side they clearly weren't created to serve.

"Find a human-shaped cat in ribbons," Hajime sighs, "She should know more about how many parts are left over."

"Roger that!" Fix-It Man quips before looking towards Paint-It Man, "Let's hurry!  The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can be accepted as part of Dr. Wily II's army!"

Paint-It Man nods eagerly as the two rocket towards the ruined Star, seeking the World.  Hajime watches them leave before deciding to follow after them, wanting to make sure they do exactly as they claimed they came here to do.



Having gotten bored, and worried about how long the other cards were taking getting back here, Chariot leaves the control room and wanders about the lab's ruins in search of them.  Along the way, he came across a large pair of thick, metal doors boarded to near unrecognition by girder-size planks of maltanium.  This was most likely where their older, menacing brother, Wreck-It Man was being locked in.

The entire area around the door shook as loud, deafening bangs rang from the metallic barriers being bashed against each other by a bulldozer of a beast on the other side.

"Dat must be where deir mean older bwother is being held in!" quips a nearby voice.  Chariot looks beside him to see the Lovers, Sun and Erika standing near the threshold.

"For a fortress the size of a mountain, there isn't exactly much that separates it from the Domination Station," Erika mutters while scratching her hair.

"It is a ruined Lab; you expected the other Wily to just leave his most valuable creations here?" Chariot retorts.

Several more bangs rang in their ears as a loud, aggravated roar echoes through the hallway.

"Let's get away from here," Erika mutters, "I don't trust the stability of those bars."

The other cards nod as they turn to leave only to nearly run into Temperance, lingering down the same direction Chariot had been wandering in.  Her other pot had been drenched in a pink and yellow swirl of paint similar to what sloshed around Paint-It Man's crown.

"Check out these strange liquids," she sighs amusingly while heading towards the door, "Every time I spray them at something, it sinks into the puddle the paint leaves behind."

She moves towards the bolted down double doors, "It's so cool.  You've got to see this!"

"I don't think you should do that right-!" Chariot tries to warn, but Temperance, slow to respond, has already pointed the pink and yellow swirled pot towards the door, sending a fountain of paint flying around the door.  Almost instantly, the door behind the splattered, maltanium planks jostles several times before dropping into the puddle below, "...here...."

Before the other cards could react to the sudden sight of the door sinking into the painted puddle a pair of large, glowing red eyes flashed within the shadows of the other room before a red streak smashed through the maltanium as though they were made of styrophom.  Chariot barely manages to yank Temperance out of the way as the other cards scrambled back to avoid getting bulldozed by the impact of the streak

A giant, ogre of a man robot in red plaids and treadmill legs, with brown hair frazzled by the static popping from the two bolts drilled into where his ears would be.

WRECK!!!!

He then charged through the hallways in the direction of the ruined lab exit, passing clear by the control room without a second thought and plowing through the caved-in rubble left by Omega Joe earlier.

The splinter cards, save for Temperance, ran back to the control room and looked out the window to find the giant Wreck-It Man tear through the Bridge of Evil and run circles around the WDS, pumping his hammer-shaped fists into the air.

WRECK!!!!

After circling the building several times, he plowed through one side of the gates and charged into the city, oddly in the direction the Wily Star II would be from ground level.

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 22, 2013, 07:02:53 AM »
"Ha!  Yeah!  Go ahead and run, you worthless sacks of meat!" Strength calls out, waving his bloodied fists at the seemingly casual retreat of the Fire Emblem characters, "That'll teach you not to mess with someone three times your size and power!"

Hermit muffles a snort before letting go of his lamp and curling his fingers inward.  The lights flickered slightly as static drifts into his hands, causing electricity to crawl around it.  He then pokes one of the remaining swords, unleashing the static he had built up and electrocuting Strength.

The entire station erupts in an agonized, almost startled roar before the scar-riddled brute flips over and floats in place, partially charred and barely conscious.

"No...fair...." he wheezes a whine, "You ruined my coolness...."

"Technically, I didn't see anything you did that would qualify as 'cool'," Hermit mutters before grabbing Strength by the back of his belt and looking towards one of the cameras strewn throughout the hallways, "Sorry for the mess, dear member of the Resistance.  We'll be out of your way in a sec."

He then hauls the fried Strength back through the door leading into the Hanger and heads in the direction of the Wily Star II.



Paint-It Man and Fix-It Man eventually break through the ozone layer, finding themselves drifting aimlessly through the vast, star-filled atmosphere of space.

"Well, we're here!" Paint-It Man proclaims, though how anyone could hear him still falls under Star Trek logic, "So which direction is the Wily Star II in?"

"Let's see...." Fix-It Man mutters while placing his hand under his chin and closing his eyes to bring up the location that had been given to them earlier, "It should be right around...."

He then points to one area of the galactic sea, "That way."

"Right-O!" Paint-It yips excitedly, "Let's hurry before any trouble finds its way to Dr. Wily II's friend!"

Fix-It Man nods as he and his twin brother activate their thrusters, propelling them in the direction he pointed in.  Halfway from the planet they left, they notice a red and yellow robed man with a familiar card stuck to his back dragging a Guts Man-like robot clutching a gold Refractor Crystal in the same direction they were heading in.  Thinking he might know short cuts, they secretly followed after him, deciding to wait until they got to the Star before introducing themselves.



Hierophant's concentration is suddenly interrupted by a jostle on his staff.  Opening his eyes, he finds a black, crow-like bird with a white, folding fan acting as its tail.

It was Reggae, the obnoxious robot bird owned by the original Wily.  How it wound up in the WDS was either because he badly needed a pet that isn't built like a weapon, or was trying to do the same thing he was going to do with the two robots, but couldn't get past the "disable" phase.

And apparently the second assumption seemed more accurate as the black bird wiggled his eyebrows sinisterly before opening his duck-like beak and letting out a loud, ear-piercing, long-winded honk that almost startled every single Berbil that neared the washroom.  Hierophant almost dropped his staff trying to cover his ears and curb his startled reflexes before he began shaking it to get him off, only managing to rattle the noise.

Unwilling to be spotted this soon, and in no mooed for another round of cat and mouse, Hierophant cautiously gets up, carts his staff outside the washroom and heaves a massive thrust that threw the obnoxious bird into a pile of junk.

"Sorry," he mutters very nervously, "But I'd rather not be in the same situation as Chariot at the moment."

He then shuts the door to the washroom, heading back to where the oil tub is.

"You know they're going to discover us anyway," Death sighs while continuing to drift along the surface.

Hierophant muffles an irritated grunt as he looks at the ceiling, pondering just how sturdy it was and if he can uncover an opening he could sneak into and find a less harrowing place to concentrate on the whereabouts and goings on of the other cards.  He climbs onto the top, spreading his legs out to both sides while leaning one hand on the wall to keep his balance as he uses his staff to poke at the ceiling above it to see if there was anything he could move from his position.

Meanwhile, Reggae bounces onto his feet and waddles over to the door, pressing the side of his head against it before snickering sinisterly and opening his beak to screech again only to feel a heavy object land on his head.  He stumbles about a few seconds before falling flat on his beak, twitching as Berbil Jane pulls back the monkey wrench she had since deemed a useful weapon against obnoxious threats.

She stares at the half-dazed bird before grabbing him by the legs and dragging him away from the door, never once bothering to figure out why it was closed in the first place.

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Forum Games / Re: "What Are You Thinking Now?"
« on: February 19, 2013, 06:11:09 AM »
We should probably be thankful he didn't find a Youtube video of Diana Troy's mother walking into a wedding reception naked. :\

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 18, 2013, 12:20:46 PM »
Hermit sits straight on his cane, tilting his head side to side while rubbing his chin before tilting the cane towards Strength, who was in the midst of banging the head of one of several unconscious soldiers onto the carpeted, ruby shard-scattered floor, five swords stabbed through several parts of his body.

"Say, if you're not to busy, you mind telling us why we're still here?" he asked, "Not that I'd want to spoil your fun or anything, but since we have been discovered, sticking around here, beating an endless supply of holographic minions seems kinda pointless, don'cha think?"

"I...will...best...Chariot...yet...!" Strength strains before lifting the unconscious soldier into the are and throwing him towards another army of replacements that had started rushing in to take over the previous set that had fallen under his over-muscular might.  Hermit watches a bit before letting out another exasperate sigh.

"Sometimes I wonder why there are two Strength cards instead of the one that stays true to the original tarot card...."



Fix-It Man and Paint-It Man eventually make it outside, and with one final glance towards each other and a readying nod, they activate their thrusters and take off towards the vastness of space.

"What do you suppose the rest of Dr. Wily II's friend's robots look like?" Paint-It Man ponders.

"If they're just as willing to help Wily take over the world, they'll be just as eager to help us repair the Star as we are willing to please the latest Wily!" Fix-It Man proclaims.

Paint-It Man jitters with excitement, "Oooh!  I can't wait to get there and meet those other robots that knight and his friends mentioned!  Is there anyway to speed up these thrusters so we can get there faster!?"

"Try searching your internal systems; I'm sure there has to be something that will increase their energy output."

Paint-It Man nods in agreement before closing his eyes and concentrating on his internal systems and programming, eventually coming across a dial that appears to be connected to the thrusters below his feet.

"Found it!  Now to figure out how to turn it up!"

It didn't take long before the envisioned dial begins to turn, causing the blazing spearhead to balloon to twice it's previous size, rocketing him further towards the edge of the ozone layer.

"Hey!  Wait for me!" Fix-It Man yelps as he concentrates on his own systems and turns the same dial to catch up to his twin, paint-type brother.



After wandering the scrapyard for a while, and avoiding where Junk Man is, Hierophant quickly notices Death had disappeared halfway through his exploration.  Using his staff, he finds her card drifting somewhere in another room and runs towards it to find an archaic-looking bathtub full of steaming hot oil and a familiar card drifting along the surface.

Death projected herself from the card, laying contently on her back while basking in the warm, oily steam.

"What're you doing?" Hierophant hissed, "You're a Magitek card!  You don't need oil to stay active!"

"Maybe not," Death muses, "But this entire room is colder than my own personality.  And since you said you were going to be staying here a while, I figured I'd relax in here until Hajime and the others finish that Star and come back to get us."

Hierophant fumed at Death's lack of consideration for the danger she might be putting herself in, but couldn't help but admit that the entire area was unbearably cold thanks in no part to the overhead fans keeping the still sparking parts from overheating from their unavoidable connections with other parts.  The bathroom seemed to be the only area that was at least decent with the oil bath still running despite the only bot using it currently in some other area of the scrapyard.

Thinking Junk Man wasn't going to be back for a while, Hierophant decides to stay here a while and sits properly on his knees next to the foot end of the tub, concentrating into the blue orb of his staff again as visions of the other cards lurking about both space and the Ruined Lab swarmed within his sights along with other robots he's encountered thus far.

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 18, 2013, 09:23:49 AM »
(It's basically the same paint from Super Mario Sunshine.  Once covered, the victim has more of a chance of being sucked into a similar puddle equal their width and get stuck until they either muscle their way out, or someone dumps water on the puddle.  There are also two other kinds of paint that has an elemental effect when stepped on.  Red and yellow has fire properties and blue and yellow have electric properties)

"My reason for being here isn't malevolent," Hermit preached, "Can't say the same for my slap-happy partner." he pauses a moment to lower his voice, "Who seems to have forgotten the concept of a stealth mission...."



Emperor, still hovering behind WilyII's chair, overhears the conversation while scribbling notes onto the parchment with his trusted feather pen.  With the card's mute on, the sound of his scribbling never reached the ears of those listening into the goings on of the control room.



Hieroophant eventually finds the scrapyard and heads inside to find an obscure place to hide and continue his personal observation of the cards.

Seeing the Berbils walking about, blissfully digging up and fixing everything that they find leaves a mixed feeling of concern in his digital soul, knowing that they were working for the wrong side, yet too enthralled in the joys of finding something to make to care.  He can only trust the Berbils who willingly stayed behind to keep an eye on the ones who couldn't muster the courage to escape figure out some way of getting them out of the WDS before WilyII runs out of uses for them and sends them off to be slaughtered like pigs to satiate his curiosity.

He puts it out of his mind for the time being and continues into the scrapyard, deciding to explore the area first before contemplating his first hiding spot.

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 18, 2013, 08:45:03 AM »
Hermit continues rocking on his cane, "It's hard to tell with you speaking from wherever you have access to the station speakers.  Not that I don't think you the type to be so picky as to interrogate the one causing the ruckus, but as an old man born of etiquette, I feel it would be impolite to speak when the one who wanted to come here in the first place has every right to explain his actions."



Hierophant eventually finds the double doors leading to the next set of stairs and reaches to open the door when he heard harrowing noise coming from the room next to it, labeled Storage Room.  Though he shouldn't be prying in on something that may have nothing to do with his concerns with the two relic robots, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on that was causing that noise.

He snuck over to the door and peaked through one of the two windows (forgoing the question of whether a storage room needed windows to begin with), seeing Fix-It Man and Paint-It Man leap off the table and observe their newest upgrades before overhearing Wily Fighter's warning not to teleport straight into space.



Though they should ask why, they felt it was best to just take Wily Fighter's word for it and look towards each other.

"Shall we get going then?" Fix-It asked.

"You bet!" Paint-It Man pipes.

Both then march towards the exit, deciding to head out of the WDS before blasting off into space.



Hierophant saw them heading towards the door and runs back towards the stairwell, hiding atop the inclining staircase with Death following after him as the two robots march past the double doors and to the elevator conveniently placed right next to the stairwell.

Deciding he had seen enough for now, the two heads back to the upper floor, heading into the hallway in search of the scrapyard.

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 18, 2013, 07:48:01 AM »
Though any outside robot would shutter at the sight of a drill of any sort coming at them, both Fix-It and Paint-It remained still and cheerful at the thought of being able to help the next Wily achieve what their previous creator couldn't.

"Lay it on us!" Paint-It Man calls out.

"We've dealt with worse turmoil!" Fix-It Man proclaims.



Although Chariot couldn't see the information being received, he was certain WilyII would get the information, but after giving it some thought, couldn't help but think he only helped him scheme his next attack against the Resistance.

He should see it as a means of rectifying the damage he already caused by inadvertently destroying one of his robots, but he couldn't help but feel that all this was just going to make a bigger mess than Hajime was intolerantly going to have to clean up in order to avoid having to pay for damages, or worse fighting those he would rather not fight.

For now, there was little he could do but continue to monitor the situation from the control room and contemplate the current predicament he had dragged himself into protecting both the cards that escaped with him and finding the ones that were still trapped in the WDS.

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Roleplay / Re: Wilypocalypse NOW
« on: February 18, 2013, 07:09:27 AM »
(I don't play much Fire Emblem, so I'm not taking any chances assuming any of the weapons they use are breakable)

Strength's smirk widens in enjoyment as he threw his hands out to grab the blades, using his own bulky flesh to stop their blades from cutting any deeper as he attempts to slam them into each other.

Hermit, meanwhile, sighs in what sounds like nonchalant annoyance, "You know, boy.  The more you keep daring him with your threats, the less likely he's going to stop and answer your question."

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