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So somebody asked me about this in my AMA and I've gotta say, now that I've looked into it, I'm really excited for the new Star Wars!

Unfortunately, this forum can't actually run "LET IT DIE" You guys don't even have a Death Drive 128! Fortunately, your good friend Uncle Death is here! Well, let's play! ... I should explain how this little game's gonna work. While I can't get the actual Tower of Barbs here, we can use this Tower of Barbs I made! I call it - Tower of Barbs 2: Electric Boogaloo! Haha! This goal of this game is simple - whoever makes it to the top wins! Well, it's not that simple. Here, I put everything you need to know in here! Wow, that was a lot to read! Make sure you keep all this in mind when you venture into the Tower of Barbs 2: Revengence! Good luck, and may the best poster survive!

The deed is done. Well, I can't give you that one. . Already did.

It was a light, October morning where the leaves, wearing tints of orange and brown, still fell from oak-bordered trees, layering upon white, tip-frosted strands of grass. Cold wind whisped, bending the trees, and shaking them down to wear they bore nothing but their naked branches, ruffling against each other. The sky was filled with streak-scattered, silvery-white clouds, hiding lilac covered light that started to change to a periwinkle, cerulean tone. Grey stones perched against each other, side by side, standing just ten feet above the ground, on top of a red-bricked wall. Gray tracks strayed perpendicular from the brick landing, over a gravel surface, receding toward where the sun was rising and proceeding to where the sky never seemed to end. The air breathed a cold sensation, halting people atop the platform in their place, trying to grab the clothing that they could extend and stretch over their skin that remained naked, uncovered. Sparks started to fly around the area, lighting up the ground that filled with charcoal smoke, with a piercing shriek hurdling away from the tracks, toward the air above it. People stood atop the platform; Their ears overwhelmed, by the sound and the cold air, that they pressed against their naked skin again, trying to retain warmth and keep out sound. Finally, the painful sound dismissed itself from the presence of all who stood around, waiting for it to be gone, and there was a ten-cart train that mounted on the tracks. Sparks bestowed the air, fading before meeting from their crimson skin, falling into the gravel below, and losing their light. The train came to a stop, fully, docking into the station. People released their grasp upon themselves, where there was no sound, from the friction of the train’s wheels and the tracks, to harm their ears, but still having the brisk air to tense them up again. Men went to grab their brown, tan, and black leather briefcases, lifting them up into the air. The trailer doors of the train sped to either side, opening up for passengers to cross over the medium. Feet shuffled, marking up the ground and stepping over the empty pit between the platform and the train. The platform suddenly became empty, while the train filled up, except for one man who was hunched over on a bench, alone, with an empty book in his hand. He slapped the book closed, snapping his fingers over his palm, putting his arm to his side. Ee arose from the bench, layered in a green shirt that was under a white sweater under a gray peacoat, with blue jeans that straightened up. With only a book in his hand and an eagerness to jump aboard for a journey all his own, by himself, he prepared himself. He got up from the tanish, undried bench, and steadied toward the train, while everyone else had already found their seat and took it. The man got on to the train at the last possible second. The doors alarming their ordinance to shut, close. He stood in the entry way, with aisles on either side to him. The walls were brimmed with mis-colored posters, parallel with each other, of advertisements that seemed well passed their longevity. Windows balanced the walls, being placed between posters, so the natural scenery wasn’t taken over by daunting images that passengers made effort to ignore. The cart was split into two sides, having sets stacked across the whole of the cart, only one walk way meeting in between the sections. Most seats were taken by people who had their heads glued to newspapers, dated to the most recent date, with events that took place not too long ago. Each passenger present, but the atmosphere hallowed. The train felt lonely, plain, empty, even with all of these people around. The man looked over faces, while he made his way down the aisle, with no recognition to anyone that bent their head down toward the stories that laid in their hand. He peered his head. He wasn’t just looking for a seat, instead looked over all who already accompanied one. His face grinned when he came to a familiar face that stood out amassed the unrecognized. Sat down was a old man, who seemed to be someone from long ago. The man looked to his book and walked himself through the aisle. To find himself welcomed, he only had to understand the world that he was in and recognize the beauty. For that endeavor, it brought him peace. A lesson he learned a long time ago, from someone who came off as a complete stranger, but changed a perspective on the world around this man. The man was alone on his way to a seat, but wasn’t worried about being alone. In fact, it was his way to enjoy the company of others, he didn’t have to worry them or trouble them for anything. He only had to focus on himself and enjoy the ability to be alone. He had moved on from all who came into his life, as they would all leave and never came back. Though, there is one time where this man only seemed to be accepting of someone taking place in his occupied space, a man who let him learn about the calmness of being by one’s self. All that that person had left behind was the simple book that this man hadn’t ever let go of. He finished his stride to the seat, his book still resting in his palm, gripped tightly, coming to the untaken seat. He sat down and claimed it as his own, his own little world amongst the collective of all the ones surrounding him. He opened the book in front of him, to the page behind the cover, but he couldn’t even read the first line until he was interrupted by the sound of the conductor reciting the next stop, “Road to Nowhere, we’re going to be here for a while”. That wasn’t exactly what the conductor said, it is just what this man had heard, to comfort him, readying to dive into his own world, like everyone around had already done. He was ready for the train ride itself, yet he couldn’t seem to start the story that laid in his hand. As he laid the book in his hand, handled just the spine, but couldn’t seem to find a hold on reality, while among people that he could consider peers, they were already worlds apart, riding along on their own trip with their own destination, and all this man has is a book in his stead and nothing but eyes gazed to the one who he might have known. Could it have been that guy? He shook off those ideas and went back to reading, turning to the first page and starting upon a journey that would take him somewhere, where he didn’t worry about the place he was going or those would come interrupt his journey. The book only meant that he would enter a different place, where only the words on the page made sense and could be rationalized into a dreamscape that was defined by already predetermined thoughts, understandings, yet he only understood the timing for his trip, not the reason for going on it. A stranger had given him this book, sending letters throughout the years, finding a collection with them, together. While the trip was to finally move on from a part of him that had already moved on. It was a testament to moving forward, unknowingly into a blank void, with no goal in mind and no one to help him find that goal, except what he had already known and had with him. He only had that book and himself at this point, with a place that, while comfortable in physicality, was the most painful experience that had happened thus far. He was here, by himself, amongst a crowd of people that had secluded himself, while being able to adjust to their own sphere of relevance. Until the train stopped again, and someone moved up from the seat, a man with a gray, shimmering sight, wearing clothes that seemed to fold to their own creases. This balded-scalp gentleman pointed to the book, rested against the walls that confined the one who sat, and said, “That is a book that I haven’t read in a long time, it is a good read. I hope you can enjoy yourself with it.” The man looked up, looked at the one in front of him, and recognized the face. “The world isn’t so lonely as it may be, ‘Love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…’” Spoke the gentleman, beholding a smile that seemed to calm and lighten up a space that was filled with nothing the man. All he could think was, so it was him. The gentleman spoke, “Why don’t we discuss it after the ride? I have no destination in mind, but would gladly accept your company.” and he smiled, for the company of someone else. The world blurred, and he wasn’t worried about the places he would be, but finally the person who helped him grow to become the man he is.

Hey everyone! Isn't it funny how the show is called Veggietales when both Bob and I are technically fruits? It's true! Anyway, if you post here, I'll show you a vegetable! Or maybe even a fruit! Who knows? We'll see!

You might have some of those things mixed around there, friend! You get... A leek! They're not just fun to spin around and sing polka with, either! Leeks are super good in soups and sometimes even salads! I might get in trouble for this one, but You get... a carambola! See those five points? That's why carambola are also called Star Fruit! Besides eating, you can also use a sour star fruit to clean rust off of brass. Like a tuba! You get... a durian! Look how spikey it is! You don't have to eat this one (though I'd recommend some sweet sticky rice if any people who do eat see this), you could use it as a projectile if you really wanted. You get... a Welsh onion! This one also has a lot of names. Scallion... green onion... Legend has it if you see a duck carrying one around, that's good luck, because you already have the ingredients you need for a really good meal. But watch out! If the duck's been knighted you might run into trouble. Or so I hear.

Localization.

The Tower of Barbs 2: Modern Warfare is live! Test your might against other forum goers are try to reach the top to achieve the title of Senpai! Oh and I guess you can also win points. Head on over to the Games section and give it all you've got. I believe in you!

Indeed, I have had an experience of the supernatural kind.

Hmmm... well, I do certainly enjoy crossover episodes. Theoretically, this card's effect can deal as much as 2400 damage in a single blow. Quite impressive! But also rather unlikely, as it would require three Link-4 monsters that all point to the same zone which you then summon this card to. More realistically, it will probably do something in the neighborhood of 400-800 damage before being used to ladder into a bigger Link Monster or start an entirely new one. In that regard, it rather reminds me of the Windwitch archetype; dealing a small amount of effect damage before proceeding to prepare for or ladder into a boss monster. As for its actual uses in the archetypes it's designed for... I have no idea! I don't play with either of those.

I assigned a creative piece; The assignment was that I needed to write 3 different chapters that took inspiration from The Beetle by Richard Marsh, from the Beetle’s perspective. Here are the three chapters I wrote for the assignment: Beauty in Bareness I pierce the lips of the world, recognizing the naked beauty that it holds. How natural it must to be, yet the natives restrict it through the garments they wear. I desire to bring out their beauty, not of the individuals. No, not them. Those monsters, how indecent. I must teach them the beauty that they hold naturally, by getting rid of what keeps them out of reach. What restricts them, confines them to their most horrible nature. These creatures, whatever they are, are monsters nonetheless. Though, it is their bareness and most natural way of life that is truly beautiful. These creatures stray from their beauty. Has a whole, their beauty is what brings out their life. Though they hide behind, under, and within, such disgusting fibers upon fibers…as it is them. It cannot be, nor will I let it become. I will help them to grasp their nudeness, the most refined form of who they are and what they can be. I will free them from their bondage, and I must start with those who enter my sanctum. I must show them the beauty that these creatures have deterred away from, by breaking them from their chains and show what is truly beautiful. Reflect their beauty through me and use that to teach them that they restrict themselves from what would make these creatures…just so beautiful. The Tongue The GREAT Paul Lessingham becomes distant, not accepting what I have tried to show him and even go so far to reject my display. It is not good enough and I must advance more, that I can help Paul Lessingham…and maybe he could help me. His piercing eyes grasp me, hold me still and restrain me that I do the same to him, only to have him know how he makes me feel. The Great Paul Lessingham is greater than just by his bareness, for he takes himself in and presents it to the world, yet he still hides behind his garments. He holds himself back from being more than him. His body, most pure, is the most beautiful object in the world, that I must explore it and learn what makes it so beautiful. It is more than himself, he has caught me and entrapped me that I do not fight back. I want him to know of me as I have learned of him. He forces his glares while not recognizing me. Instead, he rejects me while only pushing for himself more. His words, how he talks to and about himself, make him be something above his bareness. And it restrains me, that I do not know of why or what I must partake in to free him from what holds him away from who he is. I am trapped by the desire to have the Great Paul Lessingham take me in, to communicate with me and have him feel as he makes me feel. There lacks his desire to learn of me, while he rejects what he thinks I am. To hear his words, to hear his tongue, while not being able to have him hear mine. Beyond our voice, his body strikes me. I know his tongue…I must make him know mine. The Dance I can change to meet their needs and they still only push me away. Their world is filled with people who hide within their presence, the disaster of what they wear. Only do they see the beauty when they see me, but that beauty is beyond what is understood. So, they reject me, call me a monster. Call me something that I dare do not believe. But if they call me a monster and reject my ways; the ways which bring out the most refined sense of beauty, the most natural form of life. It is only now that I am left to travel, forced out of the world that I tried to make better. Away from the world which I have learned to love, tried to make better, to make perfect. The “Beetle” has become my name, a name of the beasts that are so insignificant that they do not care for or recognize. Fitting, for the monster they see me as, even though it is their beauty that they hide from. Their skin, the lovely bareness that is hidden behind clothes. It was mine to touch, hold, observe, and come to love. But it was also those creatures, the voice within the skin that kept me away from what I saw to be perfect. Their perfect nakedness on display for me, in front of me, while I reflect the beauty back to them. Yet, it is not what they desire, and they do not desire me either. I may be a bug, a monster, to them, but they were the most beautiful to me. And it wasn’t meant to be when they cast me out. They cast me away, so away I must go. I learned to love what they hide. And they did not desire to do the same.

Donezo

I do have to admit, I don't think metal is my thing. The hardest band I've listened to, I think was Relient K? And that's just because they covered a song I did with some friends back in, like, 2002? I know that's not very "metal" so I don't know. I normally listen to adult contemporary. But anyway, when I do get a glimpse of what metal sounds like, I dunno, on the radio or something, I mean, like I said I don't like it -- it's the aggressive drumming that gets me, I think -- but I don't hear anything actually satanic. I did just spend a bunch of paragraphs a few posts up talking about how I didn't think Satan was in the Bible, though, so maybe I'm not the right cucumber to ask there. It's definitely for somebody, though. Just not me. Why did the claims exist in the first place? I mean, you've seen the stereotypical metal imagery, right? All the stuff that people would attribute to Hell, it's all there in the lyrics, in the dress, in just about everything. I do have to note that I'm a nineties cuke. As far as I've been told, the "devil music" thing was more of a seventies discourse. So maybe all these bands are just embracing the hate and adding it to their brand. "Of course we're all devil worshippers," they want to say. "Haven't you heard what people are saying?" I imagine what happened in the seventies was a combination of metal being relatively new (or at least undiscovered) at the time and its then-countercultural tendencies leading to fear and distrust from those "in the culture". You probably noticed a similar thing happening with video games in the nineties and maybe into the early 2000s. And I'm sure there are video games embracing the devil aesthetic in the same way as metalheads do and still probably do. That doesn't mean video game developers are devil worshippers. Except Activision. I think it's important to remember that Jesus was pretty countercultural in his time, too. Not in the way that pastors like to act hip with the youths and try and rap about Jesus, but challenging the cultural norms of the time, turning over moneylending tables at the Temple and having meals with tax collectors and other societal outcasts. And they killed him for it! He came back, fortunately, but still. The point is, the new is probably always going to be scary, and norms are always changing. Overreacting to things like metal just isn't going to do anything but cause people to talk about that thing for years to come. It looks like Bob is looking for his soapbox again... Before I go, a pickle is just a cucumber that's been fermented in vinegar or a salt brine for a bit. That's why there are so many types, and that's why when something's been resting in brine for long enough, we call it "pickled". Pickled cucumbers are just the most popular so that's why they get to be called just "pickles." Hope that helps!

Crimson Senator FIRE 7* Warrior/Effect If this card is in your hand, you can reveal this card and declare a card name; reveal the bottom card of your Deck. If it has the declared name, add it to your hand then Special Summon this card. Otherwise, banish that bottom card from your Deck face-down. You can only use this effect of "Crimson Senator" once per turn. If this card is Normal or Special Summoned, you can destroy a number of cards on the field equal to the number of "Crimson Sen" monsters you control. Those destroyed cards are treated as being destroyed by battle. 2500/2000 Crimson Sentencer FIRE 6* Warrior/Effect If you control a FIRE monster, you can Special Summon this card from your hand then place 1 monster you control on the bottom of your Deck. Once per turn: You can declare 1 card name; reveal the bottom card of your Deck. If it has the declared name, double this card's ATK until the End Phase. Otherwise, banish that card face-down, then halve this card's ATK until the End Phase. 2400/1000 Crimson Seneschal FIRE ***** Warrior/Effect If you control a FIRE monster, you can Special Summon this card from your hand then destroy 1 monster you control. A monster destroyed by this effect is treated as though it were destroyed by battle. If this card is destroyed by battle, you can add 1 "Crimson Sen" card from your Deck to your hand, then place this card on the bottom of your Deck. 2100/200 Crimson Sentinel FIRE *** Warrior/Effect If a monster you control was destroyed by battle this Phase (Quick Effect): You can target that monster in your GY; Special Summon this card from your hand, then place the target on the bottom of your Deck, and if you do, all monsters your opponent controls lose ATK equal to the target's ATK. 1000/2000 Crimson Sensei FIRE ** Warrior/Effect If a monster is placed on the bottom of your Deck, you can reveal it and reveal this card from your hand: Special Summon the monster on the bottom of your Deck, and if you do, place this card on the bottom of your Deck. You can only use this effect of "Crimson Sensei" once per turn. 800/1000 Crimson Senior FIRE * Warrior/Effect If this card is Normal or Special Summoned, you can excavate cards from the top of your Deck until you excavate a "Crimson Sen" card; add the excavated "Crimson Sen" card to your hand then place the remaining excavated cards on the bottom of your Deck in any order. If this card is destroyed by battle: You can place it on the bottom of your Deck; Special Summon 1 "Crimson Sen" monster from your hand. 100/1600 Crimson Sentiments Spell Declare 1 card name, then reveal the bottom card of your Deck. If the revealed card the one declared, add it to your hand. Otherwise, send it to the GY. Regardless, add 1 "Crimson Sen" monster from your Deck to your hand, then place 1 card from your hand onto the bottom of your Deck. You can only activate 1 "Crimson Sentiments" per turn. Crimson Sendals Continuous Trap "Crimson Sen" monsters cannot be destroyed, except by battle. Once per turn, if you control a "Crimson Sen" monster, you can target 1 monster you control and 1 monster your opponent controls; immediately after this effect resolves, conduct battle between those monsters, then, the controller of the monster(s) that remain on the field must place a card from their hand on the bottom of their Deck. Crimson Senescence Continuous Spell During each Standby Phase, increase the Levels of all "Crimson Sen" monsters by 1. "Crimson Sen" monsters are unaffected by the effects of monsters with a lower Level than them, or the effects of monsters without a Level. If a monster you control is destroyed, it is always treated as though it were destroyed by battle. During your End Phase, place 1 monster from your side of the field or GY onto the bottom of your Deck or destroy this card. Crimson Sensorium Field Spell While you control a "Crimson Sen" monster, face-up Spells/Traps you control cannot be destroyed. If a "Crimson Sen" monster is destroyed by battle, you can target 1 face-up card your opponent controls; negate its effects until the End Phase of the next turn. Once per turn: You can send 1 Continuous Spell/Trap or Field Spell from your hand to the GY, then declare 1 card name; reveal the bottom card of your Deck. If it has the declared name, add it to your hand, otherwise, banish it face-down. Next: Astra Ghouls (personally, I'd prefer to have the YCM and NCM have different prompts for the sake of diversity and so things won't get confusing if an archetype is posted in one and not the other.)

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Yeah I cheated and gave u two Yeah yours is pretty sick so hard to beat tbh but here There abouts although I've seen @BGMキャノンs moustache and that thing is pretty stylish. I'm going to cheat and give you Fate stuff because hey, cheating is fine in moderation Finding art with just Kazooie is actually harder than I anticipated but this feels appropriate.