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Joey usually hated being in crowds these days. He never knew who he was rubbing shoulders with in these sorts of places. But today was a special occasion, one that he couldn't afford to miss out on. Regardless, he made sure to keep a watchful eye out for anything suspicious in the slightest. The corpse of an unknown saint was being unveiled here today at the American Museum of Natural History. He almost laughed at the site of the veiled relic. Weren't those guys supposed to have ascended to heaven? What were they doing leavin' a corpse behind, the mooks. He raised his gold cross necklace to his lips, and crossed himself afterwards, praying to whoever was listening. "Hope Ma and Pa are doin' alright up there. Keep an eye on em for me, would ya?" He asked towards the unknown corpse. "Ms Joestar! Ms Joanna Joestar!" The racket was coming from some nosy reporter. These guys always had the tendency of sticking it where it usually didn't belong. It wouldn't have been so long ago that Joey might have found himself whacking the guy if he got too close to the mafia. "You father rode in the Steel Ball Run race, correct? And your grandfather got second place? How does it feel to be the heritor of such a legacy?" That Steel Ball Run? Someone related to one of them famous guys was here? Joey looked away from the display towards the woman being questioned. If he didn't have a cigarette in his mouth, his jaw would've dropped to the floor. Now that was a woman. "I don't really think about it much," The woman shrugged, her broad shoulders moving up and down. The broad sure had a build, Joey could tell that much. "When I was a little girl I thought it would be nice to try and follow in their footsteps, but... horses seem to hate me for some reason. I'd rather be a florist or something; flowers can't kick you in the face with their muddy hooves." Joey couldn't help from busting a gut. "Muddy hooves! Now what kinda flowers' got some of those!? Good one Ms. Joestar." Joey didn't usually like causing a scene, but this lady just radiated something fierce to him.

I was expecting this game to be a trip based on how you described it, but holy hell not to the extent that it was.

Pac-Guy: Resurrection - Pac-Man's Redneck Cousin Hello? Anyone still here? It's been a while, but I'm back, and I'm making some changes. I decided to make videos instead of the whole GIF thing, which is more of a pain than it's worth. Also, I'm switching games. What game you ask? Well... let's just say you have to see it to believe it. Pac-Guy: Resurrection Yeah, this is an interesting one, and something I'm always proud of having played as a kid. Playing this again is so nostalgic. Also, there's no audio, so there's not that much context, so I'll do my best to explain what's going on: To sum up this game, it's basically Pac-Man's redneck cousin - a fan-made version of Pac-Man on steroids. Like the original, you collect dots while avoiding enemies, and you eat power pellets to kill said enemies. Here's the twist: Power pellets don't turn your enemies blue and give you the ability to eat them. Instead, each power pellet is one load of ammunition for which to shoot them with. Also, when you shoot them, they don't rush to a spawn zone and come back out. They're dead forever. So once you shoot all the enemies, the board is clear and you're free to safely complete the level without issues. Granted, this is just this game. Believe it or not, there are multiple games in this series. Some levels have enemies that can't be killed, or can only be killed by achieving a certain objective, etc. It gets crazier. Anyway, one thing that was never mentioned due to a lack of audio: The blinking seizure block outside of the levels... that block gives you a shitton of ammo, and it can only be obtained by breaching the walls via a secret block in each one. Fortunately, I know all them by heart (except a couple), so it wasn't an issue for me, but I can imagine someone who hasn't played these games to struggle with that. That being said, enjoy! ...and if you have any questions about the game itself or if something else in the video needs explaining, don't hesitate to ask.

She was still standing. “You’ve got to be kidding me… Would you just say down?! Seriously.” Although, as it turned out, upon Brooke's closer inspection... she was just passed out on her own two feet. Mission accomplished, then, which explained the teleporter at the back of the room lighting up, ready to bring everyone along to their next destination. The more Nani thought about that thing, and the idea that other rooms had similar ones, the more something seemed off. Probably best not to think about it too much. That was some good teamwork, though! If, or more likely when, Nani had to keep fighting, she certainly wouldn't have minded it being beside these two. Before that though, Nani had to sit down, if only for a bit, to catch her breath. “You guys ready? Looks like we’re not done yet.” "Ready." She didn't answer before working the rush of combat out of her system, of course, or before catching her breath. It was best to go into things not being all worked up, after all. A quick break was just what she needed before moving on. Hopping back up to her feet, Nani gave the others a thumbs-up - not that they'd see it too well under her costume's long sleeves - and headed for the teleporter, ready to take on the next room and whatever dangerous individuals may have waited for her there.

The American Museum of Natural History, a spectacle to behold to be sure. Countless bits and pieces of the past archived as much as could be within this building and the exhibits they held. And on this day, there was a bit more of an uproar due to some corpse, of all things, of some unknown saint. While quite the number of people were clamoring to witness the unveiling... BGM ...one was simply taking his time and taking in the exhibits, though at this moment, it was the exhibit displaying quite the number of fossilized bones of dinosaurs. For David Greer, the young man couldn't help but be entranced by the displays, marveling at the sheer possibility of these creatures once roaming the world. And while he could've been rushing to follow the crowds to where the corpse would be revealed, this had been the first time he'd been to this establishment...so of course he had to take in the scenery. Not only this, but he was hoping to figure out specifically why he had the inclination to want to come to New York and especially to a museum of all places. Best not to take an opportunity like this for granted. David thought, his arms crossed while one of his hands held his sunglasses. Truly a marvel...however, I believe it might pale in comparison to the displays regarding ancient Egypt. A smile appeared on his face, before he shrugged. Then again, pyramids truly pale in comparison to mighty beasts that once roamed the world. After gaining his fill of the exhibit, David ran a hand through his hair to fix it slightly before turning around and beginning to head towards the throng of people who were eager about this corpse. From what he read, aside from it being some unknown saint, this corpse was something that had it's pieces practically scattered to the winds and was put back together during a cross-country horseback race. A truly astonishing feat to say the least, but it seemed to be the story the press was sticking to, so perhaps there was some merit behind it. Nevertheless, David followed the crowd towards the direction of this corpse. Here's hoping it's something worth talking about...

Alois, Penelope, Gunther, Edrick, and Abdul "No, you're right, being there isn't a crime. Yet I would question it still. I will be upfront, sir, but I believe your companion to be of the shady sort. And I would think a man such as you would want to investigate so as to not have such a person at your side. But we have plenty of time to learn the truth. And we will that much is certain." "Shady?! Perish the cerebration!" Pylauses exclaimed. "As for comprehending the legitimacy, I will not halt you, for there is nothing to disguise!" the man laughed. "As it stands I would, personally, prefer to go with this lady. And that is where I shall go. I won't stop anyone from taking you up on your....generous offer but I will not be one of them." "What?!" the noble reared back, mouth agape. "You would turn down my most benevolent offering...to visit some roughshod shack?!" "Now, wait just one minute, Pylauses," Mene replied. "My home mightn't compare with yours, but it's got four walls, a roof, an' a warm bed fer this feller," she nodded at Edrick. "An' that's what he really needs right now." The man was about to retort when the others, including the one who had accepted his offer earlier, gave their goodbyes, some with more decorum than others. Pylauses spluttered in confusion, as if the very idea of refusal was a foreign concept. As they left the two behind, the noble regained his ability to speak, stomping his cane against the ground as he did so. "Why the nervitude of them! They don't recognizate just what they declined!" "Er...Lord Pylauses, sir...what was that man over there saying just now?" the squat man asked, scratching his head. "Like, ee-nah-tay something?" "Not now, Hanikap," the man dismissed. "I'm occupied." "But it sounded funny! You think he's, uhh, funny inside too?" he coughed. "In the head?" The noble was about to say something when he paused. "...Perhaps. Or it could be disparate." He stared after Edrick with some intrigue. "What modulation did you say you descried again?" Meanwhile, Mene continued to lead the group through the village. Every so often she would stop and respond to the cheerful greetings that came her way from fellow villagers working to repair their homes. Yet at the mere sight of her son, grinning teeth and upturned eyes melted into thin-lipped stares and heavy, hanging brows. The rest of the group caused a strange, almost animalistic reaction. Shifting onto the balls of their feet, knees slightly bent, eyes rolling slightly to show their whites. It was as if they had encountered a wild beast. And then the villagers relaxed, recognition lighting up their faces, and they were people once more, adjusting their worldview to the presence of strangers in their village as they sent the group wary nods and careful smiles. If Mene noticed, she didn't show it. "Did you hear that Alois?" she beamed. "Dorosid says we can have some of the new carrots he's grown!" Said man shot Alois a glare while the woman's back was turned. Eventually, Mene stopped next to where the wall opened up into another gate, though this was much simpler than the one they had seen at the front of the village. It was but a simple stone arch with two stout pillars at its sides. Beyond the opening the group could see a field where fluffy sheep grazed within the boundary of a wooden fence. A single black-and-white dog rested beneath the shade of a ramshackle lean-to, a boy with a crooked cane sitting beside him. Yet the woman paid no mind to this, gesturing toward a simple wooden hut with a straw roof. "An' we're here. Sorry fer the walk," she seemed to mostly be addressing Edrick and Abdul. "As ye see, we live on the edge o' the village, 'gainst the back wall. I heard it was cuz me great-something grandda herded sheep, so he wanted to live out in the fields, but me great-something grandma put her foot down. She refused to live outside the village." The woman laughed. "So they settled on this location as a compromise." "All righ', now, come in, come in. Sorry fer the mess," she opened the door and beckoned them inside. Despite Mene's warnings on the "mess," the place was rather tidy. The wooden floor had been swept clean, and the entrance, as well as the area next to the beds, was covered with rush mats. The beds themselves were a pair of simple wooden frames stuffed with straw and draped with coarse linen. The kitchen was a homely affair consisting of a stone oven and a stone counter with a pail of water nearby. Those with sensitive noses would pick up the faint whiff of something sweet coming from the oven. The only sign of wealth was the single glass window on the far wall, as well as a couple of books resting on top of one of the beds. Mene didn't waste any time before moving her attention to Edrick. "Now, let's lay this boy down 'ere in Alois's bed. I'll move these books here first though," the woman said, picking them up and glancing at the titles. "Oh, yea, Alois Reinhardt," she spoke up, her voice taking on a familiar tone. The tone that the boy had only heard when he was in trouble with her. "I found these books underneath yer bed. They look mighty familiar. Mightn't I have seen these in Mayor Dresogon's house before?" She turned around, still smiling, but her mouth was twitching downward, eyes narrowed into slits as she stared down at the fighter. For a second, it seemed that she would start scolding him then and there, but her eyes flicked back to Edrick, her lips pursing as she turned away from the fighter pointedly to concentrate on the Pontic instead. "Let's get you settled in now," she said, attempting to help him into the bed. She was surprisingly strong for her frame, but still struggled to get the lanky boy fully situated. -- Link and Citron Pheodea nodded in satisfaction at Citron's reply. "Yes, good good. I thought you'd say so. Much better than playing housemaid for a month, I'd say. So long as you don't jostle your arm, I don't think we'll have problems." Link, however, had other ideas. And while Citron tried to protest, the villagers themselves had no issue with it. "Yeah, 'm fine wivvit. So long as ye keep yer demon wolf away," Thile muttered, glaring down at the wolf while at the same time backing away to stand behind Achos, nose wrinkling much like a hare would. The bulky man laughed. "I don't think we'll 'ave much issue there, right?" he moved to slap Link on the back, though he wouldn't take offense if the other avoided it. "Not if'n the way he handled tha' there wolf earlier means aught." "Yes, yes, the more the merrier," Pheodea gave a gap-toothed grin before clapping her hands together. "Now, less yapping, more working!" With that, the group began to work on repairing the stall. Or, to be more accurate, building a new one. The old stall was little more than split wood and ripped canvas at this point, and the new one little more than a couple beams planted into the cobblestone of the square, held up only by the villagers. Fortunately, Achos had brought up most of the lumber they would need from the local carpenter. "I gets a discount cuz I'm the one who's supplies the man," he told them. "But..." he frowned. "Looks like we need some cloth." "Well, that's what I'm here for," Pheodea replied. "As the village weaver, I always plan ahead," she held up a long sheet of canvas cloth she had brought up with her, staggering somewhat under the weight. "Ey, lemme grab that," the brawny man said, grabbing the cloth and setting it down on the ground nearby. "Now..." he looked over the stall. "I ain't no carpenter, but I'm thinking we need more wood too. And some rope. Didn't expect the damage to be this much." "Didn't expect?!" Thile cried. "Not when I's told ye there was a winged lizard tha' crashed into me stall?! Wut, ye thought'd was a mere salamander?!" "All right, all right, calm down now," Pheodea cut in, much to Achos's relief. "So it looks like we need some wood and some rope, right?" She turned to Link and Citron. "Do either of you have any of that?" -- Sienna Sienna's journey through the village would be fairly short. She didn't have to go far from the plaza to get to where all the merchants had set up their storefronts. Finding the right one was more difficult, and asking the villagers came with its own difficulties. She was a beacon of white and red in a village of muddy grays and browns, and her fox ears drew lingering eyes wherever she went. Upon approaching one man, he leaned slightly away from her like a tree reaching for the sunlight, but here it was more like he was reaching for an escape. His eyes quivered in their sockets and his voice came out in a nervous stammer. "G-Go that way," he pointed down the road, turning and fleeing as soon as the Protean had been sufficiently distracted. Yet many stood still and watched her, postures stiff but eyes wet with gratitude as they bowed their heads briefly. Eventually, the girl reached a store built of a mixture of wood and stone. Unlike some of the others, it was in good shape. In front, a man wearing a dusty apron chipped away at a piece of stone with a pick. Despite his age, his movements were swift and sure, untiring as he shaped it into a block. "Old man Theusido," one of the villagers pointed out helpfully, to which he looked up with a grunt, wiping away the sweat from his brow. "Aye, that's me. What business do ye 'ave wiv me, miss?" he asked, setting down his pick and turning fully to face Sienna. -- Tsetseg "Tsetseg..." the militia girl said slowly as if getting used to the sound of it, before giggling. "I've never heard of a name like that before!" She clapped a hand over her mouth in horror immediately afterward. "I-I mean uhh, sorry!" she squeaked. "I didn't mean to say it that way. It's not a bad name, not at all!" she shook her head so hard it seemed she would grow dizzy before she stilled, mouth agape. "Ehhh?! Never fished?! Not the right person?! Are they daft?!" she punctuated each phrase with a comical widening of her eyes, till it seemed as if they would fall out of their sockets. "Fishing is one of those things that anybody can do! It's like, uhh," she paused to think, "like a universal thing! That's it!" she nodded. "So them telling you not to do it, why, that's just dumb. They probably just wanted to keep all the fun to themselves." By now, the last of her tears had dried. "I caught and dried some fish this morning, before everything went uhh, south," she said. "So they won't take long to cook! You really gotta try some! Or if you want, we could go to the river or the pond so you can try fishing some yourself!" she cheered, face lighting up, before sobering slightly. "Uhh, that is, if you're uhh, fine with that," she said. "I-If you're not, that's fine too. I know you're probably, uhh, busy. Being a hero and all." OOC

The Neri-go-round The B1 battle droids had been quickly dispatched, leaving nothing but scrap metal where they once stood. As Endo dashed past the pile of droids, a door sealed shut in the opposite corridor behind him. The remaining droids that had gone for backup had successfully escaped. Ahead of Endo, he would see the Gamorrean guards rounding a right corner. As they did so, the sound of blaster fire and ricocheting lasers around the corner became loud. There was a loud and angry squeal as one of the Gamorrean guards was gravely injured and went down. Another painful squeal came from the last guard as the prisoners entered Endo's line of sight. But the prisoners were not without loss. The Mirilian male was dead on the floor with a hole through his chest, but it wasn't from the Gamorrean's spears. This was a blaster wound. The human male had the Zabrakian female at blaster point and was backing away into the hangar bay. "Sorry," he said as he prepared to run away. "But I need that escape pod." The Zabrakian whipped to her right and kicked the blaster out of the human's hands, before ramming him with her horns and sending him careening eighty-feet over a metal railing into the hangar. "So do I," she declared. Escaping, however, would not come easily. After the human male was down, a series of alarms began to sound on the ship. It was then that the communication devices of the bounty hunters began to blare with the Morning Glory's A.I. "Warning!" it said sweetly. "Incoming Escort Frigate!" It had taken only moments for backup to arrive to aid the Tartarus II. And it wouldn't be long before a boarding party began their assault. The Zabrakian female raised her head and spotted Endo only a few feet away from her. She looked to the hangar bay, then back to Endo. She waved goodbye to him before leaping over the guard rail and sailing into the hangar. Behind Endo, his immediate path was closed off as the Tartarus' emergency protocols went into action. Blast resistant doors blocked his path and prevented a way through. He was now separated from Halfsies and Grawbacca. His only way forward was to the hangar bay. And inside, a boarding party was already landing. An outfit of B1 Droids and three Droidekas were swarming the hangar. The Lion and the Tin-man As for Grawbacca and Halfsies, their options were a bit more versatile. They were currently in the prison quarters. One level above them was the bridge and control room. It was heavily guarded, but accessing and taking over the main controls would greatly increase their chances of victory. There were no more immediate enemies in sight, but standing around would not favor Halfsies and Grawbacca. However, due to the emergency protocols in place, they would have to take the long way around and go through the access tunnels to reach the bridge. Even more frustrating, the access tunnels would not fit a Wookie. Halfsies would have to split up from Grawbacca to reach the controls and disable the emergency protocols. This meant that Grawbacca would be a sitting duck by his lonesome until the doors were opened. Around them, the remaining unknown prisoners stirred at the sound of the alarms. One of them, strangely, was a B1 Battle droid. For some reason, it was locked inside a cell with the corpse of a prisoner. It was unarmed, but it approached the cell doors anyway. The remaining prisoner, a male Twi'lek, only raised his head to scoff at the bounty hunters, before putting his head back down. [OOC] A few notes. Things highlighted in red cannot be changed in any matter by players. Things highlighted in blue are hints for your current objective. Things highlighted in green are secondary, optional missions. Don't be shy about pinging me for questions!

I could've made better choices in battle, such as using Drain Punch on Mamoswine rather than Energy Ball due to STAB and Pure Power, which may've allowed Vagabond to survive an Earthquake even if it didn't KO. Could've also spread EVs out more, particularly in Vagabond's case. But I am proud of myself, the first Nuzlocke I've managed to complete was a hack which increases difficulty and changes things around, such as Milotic gaining Fairy typing, which caught me off guard and was the reason for Limping having Poison Jab. Did overlevel a fair bit, but that is more due to how I generally play the games.