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Got to check out Dead Cells finally, as it's on Xbox Game Pass now. I am quite liking it so far, getting used to the controls takes a bit though.

The Ace Attorney series and Undertale, though I have technically played both a little bit, but never finished them on my own, but have watched walkthroughs of all of them. For one I have not played at all, Wind Waker, I plan to play it one day though.

Overwatch. I like to read about the characters, updates, material like origin stories, comics, etc. and I watch streamers play it in Twitch sometimes. But I don't plan on actually playing it, at least not for the time being. League of Legends: Similar to Overwatch, I like reading about the characters and looking at the different skins, but unlike with Overwatch, I don't watch gameplays. I did watch a couple of games and I stumbled upon characters tutorials, but wasn't entertaining enough to me to get hooked.

In the case of Flying Elephant, the card in theory would gain the entire bullet effect, conditions included. But as a Normal Trap instead of a monster, it cannot even battle, so it should be safe from abuse.

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I've always admired FromSoftware's boss designs, as well as their worlds and settings. Never touched any of their games, though. You can imagine why. Final Fantasy as well. Great music, great character designs, and pretty decent storylines. Just not my kind of gameplay.

From Edrick's perspective, the time between his falling asleep against the wall and the rest of the group arriving in Cora's house passed very quickly indeed. In fact, if he was left undisturbed, then the others' arrival would pass entirely without his ever realizing it. He was, in fact, well and truly asleep there against the wall, propped up in the corner with the enormous pack he was usually seen carrying laid over his legs splayed out on the floor. His lance was...somewhere. Not immediately around him, but probably somewhere nearby. He wasn't forgetful enough to have just left it out somewhere in the village after all. "Elba..." he muttered in his sleep. Not that he had yet explained the significance of that name to any of his companions, but at least Catriona knew he had originally left his home trying to find his horse. And as a matter of fact, that was the subject of his dream at the moment. Anyone who happened to be looking at the sleeping young man might just see his lips curled up into a smile in open defiance of everything that seemed to be wrong right now.

What a horrible night to have a curse Hotaru didn't even notice Zirco's near social disaster. She had a hand on her bed, staring at it, trying to imagine sleeping on it. Truth be told she was nervous. She didn't know what would happen when she went to bed. There were reasons she was kept in such a small room by herself. Hidden away from others. They made sure that if anything happened no one was there to become a victim. She should warn him. She should warn him. He needed to know. "You gonna be okay sleepin' there?" Her shoulders tensed up as he spoke to her. She twisted her neck to look back at him, hair covering most of her face. "Yes..." Tell him. Tell him! "Be...careful...if....if you see something..." She looked away and down at the bed. Her next statement was soft, and she had to force it out. "Don't think it's just a nightmare." Without explaining she made her way into the bed. Crawling under the covers and hiding her face. She would try and stay awake as long as possible. It didn't take long before she was unable to keep it up. Perhaps due to the more comfortable bed. Or how much she did today. But Hotaru found herself unable to keep her eyes open and soon drifted off into slumber. --- And that was when it began. It started simply. Zirco would feel a chill. And then there was scratching noises. Something light. Like nails brushing against wood. Just for a moment, however, and afterwards it ended. There was several minutes of nothing. Yet this nothing felt ominous. He would be certain there had been an odd sound. The moment he started to think he imagined it, the sound returned. Scratch. Scratch. Scraaaatch. It had gotten louder. What started as a vague noise became clear. Something was under the bed. Something was dragging claws under the bed. Something large. The blanket tugged, as if something were pulling it from below, and Zirco would hear something dragging against the floor. If he were looking he would see a vague shape. Just barely poking out from under the bed. A head, perhaps, and a hand. No, not a hand. A claw. Gripping the edge of the bed. The unusual happenings didn't merely extend to their room. Outside of it something was moving. Through the hallways. Anyone who left their rooms that night would see a young girl wandering the halls. They would only catch a glimpse of her before she turned the corner. Or, if there were no corner, turned through the wall itself.