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  1. Imagine being TORMENTED as an ADMIN.

    1. Cibryll

      Cibryll

      Still being tormented as an admin, haha. ;-;

    2. Tormented

      Tormented

      Honestly it's a bad look, honest guys I'm only sightly TORMENTED.

  2. I was just thinking to myself, "well fuck, now what do I do on NCM?" Then this thread appeared
  3. Saw a short that made me wanna play Yu-Gi-Oh again. Then I priced a single card and remembered why I stopped.

  4. Elementary, Watson "It's simple, really," Olivander said as Lord Nil posed her question. "The future I want to protect is the one I've not yet seen or experienced. At first, I was ready to accept that there was no hope. But Kitt, and yourself, have instilled in me a reason to look to things I've yet to know. So long as there is more for me to live for--even knowing that all things must one day end--I will protect that." His smile returned as he faced Lord Nil and folded his arms. His chest puffed out as he affirmed, "I'm a watchdog of Hinder, after all. This is probably the biggest gamble I've ever taken." Sir William let loose a mighty sqawk to accompany Olivander's triumphant claim. "You've shown me enough, Lord Nil. The time is now. We must act. And who knows? When we right things, maybe there's more cake to be had. Maybe I can help Kitt find the love of a woman," Olivander joked. "Or, a fellow, if that's where your wind blows," Olivander went on. "Regardless, there's much to do. And, Lord Nil, I like to think you're looking forward to this yourself. I imagine it's quite amusing to watch people, the world over, doing so many manic things. All the while, you know what's coming. It must be like a game for you. In which case, I'm a renewed, willing player." Olivander was itching to get back to the Swallow Tail now. "Well, Kitt?" Olivander said with a ridiculous smirk. "Ready to ride?"
  5. Scurvy Olivander dusted himself off as he stood. He knew Kitt was right. He had to accept that. With a heavy sigh, he finally responded. "Mate, I fucked up pretty good," he said with a laugh. "Yeah. Savvy. I appreciate your help, Kitt. I know I'll need it." Olivander turned to Lord Nil but couldn't quite find the words to express what he wanted to. "I guess, thanks Lord Nil. For a better understanding of what it is that I was missing," he managed to say. "I suppose then, we should be going. Perhaps, back to the beginning? Back to Galatea," Olivander said firmly. As the name of the island left his lips, Olivander felt anger creep up his spine. His mind wandered back to Simon and all the damage he had done. Then to the council. Now, he was eager. "Yeah. I'd like to start there. That is, of course," he said as he turned back to Kitt. "If you're prepared and willing." Sir William offered an encouraging cluck to Kitt and Olivander, still none the wiser to the depths of everything happening around him. "Yes, my good cock. There's much to do. I'll need your help as well," Olivander replied. "Shall we go?"
  6. Whispers on the Wind Sir William shuddered frightfully as the island shook. Olivander sat upright, startled and shocked. He thought he understood what Nil wanted, but it only confused him further. As the quaking ceased, Olivander scratched his head and huffed. "You want the stars to die out but only when we feel it's time? Is that what you're getting at?" Olivander asked as he stared confused at Nil. "You're giving us a lot of swing here," Olivander said, folding his arms. "Actually, no, that would contradict what you said before. Rather," Olivander blinked. "You're giving us the opportunity to go back and use what we learned? About what we missed? What we thought we knew? That's..." Olivander paused. Truly, he had no idea what Lord Nil wanted. He scratched his head some more and closed his eyes as he tried to think. After a few brief moments, Olivander threw his arms up and crashed back onto the ground. "I know what you're allowing us to do, I think. But now I'm frustrated. To understand just how many people I've failed. And thinking of the consequences. Maybe I'm not the right one for the job," he admitted. "But I also don't wanna screw it up again. How do I know everything I'm about to try again is going to be the very last step? How do I know there's not some stone unturned? It seems fruitless. I'll just end up back here, staring into Oblivion. Er, no offense, my Lord." Olivander could feel the tension around him. "Kitt," he said as he turned to his friend. "I need your advice here. I dunno what to do mate."
  7. Edge Olivander sat opposite Nil, folding his legs inward on each other. "What I think will happen to the island is irrelevant, Lord Nil. And to be honest, I'm not sure why you asked us that." Olivander nodded at Nil as Sir William pecked at the ground. "The purpose of us coming here, from what I can tell, was one of two things: to teach us to accept the things we cannot change, or to convince us to go further next time. Limited though I am, you're right. I should've gone further." Olivander nodded his head and remembered what he told Kitt. "I'm not a good man. I should've slit the throats of every council member. I should've killed Nuumu's dog myself. And I should've taken the sword from Emily and plunged it into her heart. And yet," Olivander shrugged. "Here I am. At the edge of the world, staring into the void. Quite literally," he said with a laugh. "Lord Nil, you've made up your mind. And I'm willing to accept that. But to tell me you're doing this as a half measure between your followers and your choice of duty is... such a hollow answer. The purpose of life is death. When existence is born, it must end. You are the end. You don't need followers. You're a different type of god. I don't believe you when you say your followers have anything to do with it." He lied down on his back and folded his arms behind his head as he stared up into the night. "I think they fulfilled desire within you. We all long for things. Perhaps this is what you longed for, Lord Nil. And having those people praise you only made that longing stronger." Olivander saw Sir William peer over him, his usual clueless face causing Olivander to break into a smile. "This island is the end because it's meant to be, isn't it? I won't remember any of this when its all over. But I've learned a lot. I've learned, I've loved, and I've made friends. So," Olivander said as he scratched Sir William's chin. "I'm okay with starting over."
  8. Double Duty Now, let me ask you a question: The way you asked that question, perhaps it is my own biases, but it seemed like you think you can stop me. How do you expect to do that when all you have done since the beginning is further my own goals? Or do you somehow deny it? Admittedly, Olivander almost laughed in Nil's face. Instead he managed to control himself to a smile. "I'll start with your first question," he said still grinning. "If I thought I could stop you I would've already attempted to do so. But I'm also not so foolish as to believe that as a watchdog, a fraction of my patron's power would allow me to even reach you. I'm not ignorant to the gap in strength that lies between us. Like the heavens and the world, it can't be bridged." Olivander could only shrug, and Sir William let out a nod. "As for your second question, I deny nothing. I've submitted and aided decay with every person I've murdered. If your goal is to see the world to decay, was there ever really any way to prevent it? Decay is a natural state of all life. If there was a way to stop it, things would be unbalanced. Life's ultimate goal, in my own selfish point of view, is to complete itself and rebuild anew. When a child is born, an elder dies. It's simply the way of nature. That much can never change." Olivander's smug look returned. He was full of himself, but still pleased to be here. "Lord Nil, I do not presume to understand what it is that you desire. That is exactly why I'm here. I'm not one of your worshipers. Nor am I your watchdog. I have almost no connection to you other than that I am breathing. So, I'm here to comprehend what it is you're looking to accomplish. Whether or not I like it is merely a result that has no bearing on what happens." Olivander scratched Sir William's chin to which he clucked happily. "It would seem your mind is already made up, but only because it is your duty. I'm here to because I want to understand if you're doing this out of duty or because you choose to. Perhaps its both? You said yourself the stars would die out. If that's what is to be, I'm only asking what made you come to that decision."
  9. Short Change Hero "If I may," Olivander stepped forward. "Your domain, decay, it's necessary from what I understand. Decay is what allows plants to bloom from corpses after all. But, Lord Nil, if everything decays and nothing survives, who would be there to worship you? I don't pretend to understand the way a divine being is born, created, or if possible, even ceases to exist. But if everything succumbs to decay and nothing survives, how will you maintain your existence? If you need worshipers to remain immortal, does that not imply that something must survive the void?" Olivander posed his question genuinely, his eyes never leaving Nil's. Oddly enough, staring into Nil's eyes did not strike fear or awe the way Lord Hinder's did. Instead, he felt almost at peace. Perhaps this was because he had already long since accepted that he would die sooner or later. While he didn't long for death, he did not fear it. Decay was only a part of that. Rather, Nil's eyes calmed him. His mind felt clear. He knew what he wanted to ask and he knew how he wanted the conversation to go. This moment, being here with his two best friends and the Muse of the Void was... the greatest peace he'd ever experienced in his life.
  10. Balance Since those words began entering his mind, Olivander found himself staring out of his window, into the darkness that surrounded the island of Destino. His journey had almost reached its end. Slowly he parsed the Muse's words in his head and realized he was dealing with something far greater than even Lord Hinder. How this was possible, he wasn't sure, but he accepted it nonetheless. He was stirred only when he heard Kitt enter the room, his eyes still fixated on the blackness around them. "What do you think of all these things, Olive? Honestly, it seems like she's trying to vandalize our minds and how we think just by her words." He remained silent for a moment, before turning around slowly. "Kitt. I don't have a real answer for you this time," Olivander admitted. "This muse is the void's identity made whole. Made present in the form of a person. Only deities can do something like that. And this... deity... it's had a hold on the world for some time. I can only surmise that this is our opportunity to plead our case to the void," he expressed. "If they're not convinced, our world will cease to exist. So before we leave the ship, we both need to come to peace with what could possibly happen. Kitt," Olivander said as he approached his friend. "There's a very real chance that tomorrow doesn't exist. And we're the last two people in the entire world who can avert that." Olivander grinned from ear to ear, almost laughing. "No pressure, mate." He pat his comrade on the shoulder and left through the doorway behind Kitt. "I'm already prepared for the end, Kitt. I've been at peace with death for a long time. So I'll wait for you outside. We'll climb the stairs together. You and me, mate--" There came a clucking behind Olivander as an oblivious Sir William came fluttering onto Olivander's shoulder. He laughed at last, heartily. He stroked Williams feathery head one more time. "You, me, and Sir William, mate. Let's face Oblivion together." Olivander disappeared beyond the Swallow Tail's docking ramp where he waited for Kitt.
  11. That fucking God of War trailer has filled me with a level of excitement that I haven't felt since 2018. I. Am. STOKED. This game is going to be incredible.

  12. This season of Game of Thrones is wild lmaooooooo

  13. Teach a Man to Fish Olivander stood up slowly and dusted the chocolate crumbs from his chest. He grunted as he stood, his age and body catching up to him suddenly. He sighed with a smile and extended a hand to Kitt, helping his comrade to his feet. "I can guide you, Kitt. But in the end, you must make each final decision your own. It has to be something you trust yourself with. Savvy?" Olivander gave Kitt a pat on the back. "You've come far. Learn to trust your instincts and your heart. Those should be the final deciding factors to these critical decisions. And remember to take each instance in high regard. It doesn't get easier, my friend. But it will never sully who you are as a person. That, I believe, is impossible. Unlike myself, you are a good man, Kitt. That's why these things are much more challenging for you. The day they become easy is the day you should reevaluate yourself. But that's not a day I think we'll ever see." Olivander helped himself to another large slice of cake, shoveling the entire piece into his mouth at once. Finished with the decadence, he stretched and let out a satisfied sigh. "I think that's the best cake I've ever had." Then, a tingling in Olivander's loins made him begin a new search. "Right. We can't dawdle, can we?" he said with a smirk. "Mate, I'm gonna find Helmsley. My door's always open if you need me." A proud Sir William came strutting back up to Olivander's feet, demanding to be held. "Buck. Buck buck!" he called. "Ohhhh, nowwww you want my attention? But the minute I tell a bad joke you'll go fluttering off," Olivander teased as they both began walking toward the main bridge. Olivander threw his hands behind his head and folded his arms. "Buckaw!" William screeched. "No sir. You'll be stretching those legs for a bit. Help me find the Captain," Olivander requested. Without hesitation, Sir William sank his feet into Olivander's legs and climbed to his shoulder. "Buck buck!" Olivander sighed, trying not to laugh. "Alright then, let's track him down."
  14. Dragon con was super fun. Atlanta is still garbage though. Definitely going back next year.

  15. Hope y'all are well. There's a lotta awful shit happening in the world but I wish y'all the best. May all of the challenges you face be met and overcome by you.

    Ducky loves you.

  16. Imagine Not Going Hungry with a Group. lmaoooooooo

    1. Arbalest's Big Crossbow
    2. LordCowCow

      LordCowCow

      This sounds like a punk or alt rock band

  17. Jordan Peele is on a fucking hot streak with these movies.

    1. radio414

      radio414

      nope is such a banger

      i saw it and i just thought "yes"

    2. Comrade Duck

      Comrade Duck

      It was REALLY fucking good. I loved how much of a nerd Peele was with the Evangelion and Akira references. Also this is the world's first successful live action akira slide. Like, he just doesn't miss.

    3. radio414

      radio414

      i got stares from my parents when i busted out laughing at that akira slide and had to explain it afterwards lol

  18. The Code "I was...content to show you my resolve at first...I suppose some call it bravado. I was ready to show you I wasn't the simple forge whelp I was back on Galatea when I couldn't stop you from ending Simon's life. The helpless one who simply watched in horror as that man's blood filled the square that day..." Olivander's mind briefly drifted back to Galatea. He remembered Kitt's expression that day. "...I was ready...and yet, in the moment, my body trembled. I was afraid...afraid of what would happen to me. Afraid I would taint the weapon Taros returned to me with this dark thirst for bloodshed...afraid that if I went across this line...I'd never want to stop." Olivander remained silent. He used to think that way too. "Olive, be honest with me... how do you do it? How does it come so natural to you, the ending of one's life... How does the smell, the sight, the look the unfortunate soul has in their eyes...how do you do it? And...how do you know when to draw the line? To know when to stop and not to go on a rampage with the bloodlust?" Olivander didn't shy away from the question. He shoveled the past piece of his cake into his mouth and wiped his lips with his sleeves like the uncivilized street rat that he really was. "For me Kitt, I've developed a code. One that serves myself and my god," Olivander began. "You see, Kitt, these things require nuance. They require a willingness to draw an even deeper line inside themselves. I have rules. Even when it comes to taking someone's life. For example, you'd be hard pressed to find me bringing harm to women or children except under extreme circumstances. One of such you're now familiar with: those blessed or cursed with power and who mean to use it to bring harm to others. I have rules. No torture. Needless suffering is cruel. That's not who I want to be. And, if resolution can be found without taking a life, I'll take that avenue first. What you're looking for is direction," Olivander explained. "Kitt, you have to find purpose in what you're doing. Find purpose in every action, even taking a life. If you can prevent meaningless death, destruction, and ruin and save innocent people, that is the cost. You pay for it by getting your hands dirty so others don't have to. I don't kill indiscriminately. I don't kill just to kill. I kill those who mean to leave disaster in their wake. To keep myself from going mad, I remember that I'm not killing for myself, but for the people I wish to protect. Like the people of this island. Like the people of so many others. As you mentioned, Galatea. I saw that Simon was prepared to leave the deaths of hundreds at his feet. By taking his last breath, countless people were saved. But there's one more thing I must also keep in mind, and it's the hardest truth that I must remind myself of," Olivander said as he sat back in his chair. "I'm not a good man, Kitt. And that allows me to think clearly."
  19. Breaking the Silence Olivander couldn't help but drool over the size and appearance of a rather decadent chocolate cake. He snatched up a plate and took a carving knife with which he used to remove a single slice of cake. With utensils provided, Olivander took his first bite of the beautiful chocolate cake slice. His heart fluttered. Ecstasy began building in his blood... and his pants. He had become overjoyed with this cake so much that he needed to physically brace himself in a chair. "This cake... perhaps it came from the table of the gods?" he asked to no one in particular, aloud. His eyes briefly caught a glimpse of Kitt and he waved his comrade down. "Get some cake. We deserve to celebrate a little," Olivander said as Kitt approached. He pulled up a chair beside him for Kitt to take at his leisure. "I'm sure there's a lot running through your head right now," Olivander said as he took another bite of cake. "We've been through a lot together, Kitt. You can safely express yourself to me." Olivander recalled the first time he took a life. It wasn't easy. He still remembered the smell. He remembered the look in their eyes. "What happened to you was traumatic. Believe me, I know. But you did the right thing, Kitt," Olivander tried to assure him. "You saved my life in the process. Well, you and that miracle doctor. I mean, look at me! No more burns! Can you believe it!?" Olivander asked excitedly. "My point is, I know that line wasn't easy to cross, mate. And I want to support you if you need me."
  20. Amongst Thieves; Pt 2 Olivander watched as Hinder snatched his heart out of his chest. He could hear his own heart beating, throbbing in the grasp of the god's golden fingers. "You did it, boy-o. You finally lost it all," Hinder said softly, the locs in his head swinging side to side on his shadowed face. "When I gave you my blessing, I knew you were reckless. This doesn't come as a surprise," Hinder said with a chuckle. "But, boy-o, I'm pleased. Proud even. Few thieves would give their last for people they don't rightly know." Olivander stared back at Hinder, managing a weak smile. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Pain rattled his chest. A deep burning in his flesh made him itch. But he remained still, only able to smile. "It's not in our nature. We're thieves after all. We take. But you're... something else. You took from the powerful. You preyed on the oppressor. You sought to give back to the weak. It's damn conundrum to think about. But you did, boy-o. You lost it all. And that means I can't have you go losing anything else." Hinder gently strummed a finger against Olivander's heart. It throbbed once more and pain shot through his very core. Then, he watched as his heart changed from red to gold. Hinder pushed Olivander's heart back into his chest and took a step back from the Watchdog. Olivander felt the pain leaving his body. His aches were soothed. The burning sensation ceased. His blood pumped once more. He felt whole again. "But your story isn't finished yet. There's more to be written. And more treasures for the taking. So wake up, boy-o. Gold is callin'!" Sail Olivander blinked slowly at first, as a beak gently nudged his chin. A gentle but relieved cluck caused him to wipe his eyes and sit up. He stroked Sir William's feathers gently as he smiled. "Good to see you, mate," he said as the chicken pressed its head against his chest. “Oh good, you’re alive,” spoke Captain Helmsley. Olivander only just then realized he was aboard the Swallow Tail. Beside him were Captain Helmsley and Kitt. This led him to draw a very sudden conclusion: Kitt had won the battle. Olivander smiled, but he would address Kitt later in private. "Good to see you again too, Captain," Olivander answered. “You’ve certainly caused quite a ruckus, you know. I’ve only heard bits and pieces from here on the ship, but I think I can put together what happened.” Captain Helmsley's voice was free of judgment and questions. Olivander could only nod in response. “I assume tonight’s party will be a funeral, then,” Helmsley said clearly. Olivander looked to Kitt, then back to Helmsley without saying another word. They had just killed another Watchdog. “In any case, Eirika said you should be ship-shape if a little sore. Miracle worker that one, though maybe you’ve had a few other miracles yourselves?” Captain Helmsley mentioned. This made Olivander quickly examine himself. Sure enough, his wounds had been healed to a drastic extent. It was unprecedented! "How did-- I thought I was done for! I'd already accepted it!" Glossing over the question entirely from Olivander, it seemed that Helmsley wasn't surprised at Eirika's work. He'd probably seen recovery's of this quality from Eirika before. "There’s probably still food around, you only need to ask. Do as you will besides, just let me know when you’re ready to leave.” The mere mention of food made Olivander's stomach growl. He looked to Sir William and stroked his feathers again. "Well," he started. Sir William cooed in Olivander's lap. "I am feeling a bit... peckish." Sir William stared daggers at Olivander and immediately fluttered out of his lap. "Buckaw!" he huffed, before skittering away. Olivander simply shrugged and stood to his feet. "I wonder if there's any cake. Join me for a mess when you're ready, eh Kitt?" Olivander said without looking over his shoulder. He didn't want to turn around while he headed for a meal. He was too busy smiling. He was proud of Kitt. And just a little proud of that terrible joke.
  21. My boy grew up. He done drawn his first blood. He's gonna have to unpack it all but he's a man now whether he likes it or not.

  22. Welcome Home The damage had been done. As Olivander held tightly to Joy, the ring seared burns across his entire torso. The pain was agonizing, but even through wails of pain he wrestled with her. For a brief moment, Olivander found relief. He was sure he was going to die from his wounds, but the pain and agony stopped suddenly. A wave of calm washed over him and Hinder's words echoed in his mind. "...I could tell you all the fluff, about how you’re my watchdog and I’ll support you no matter what. What you are asking of me, it’s been asked before. But I think just that, that you’re all feeling the same stuff, is pretty powerful on its own." He found himself gripping Joy tighter, even as the ring kept him bound and burning. Finally, Olivander opened his eyes to see the look of frustration on her face. He grinned through it all. "It's over," he finally mustered. Then, Kitt struck. The Phantomsteel in her shoulder caused Joy to scream out. In response, her ring let go of Olivander. Then, he and Joy were both consumed in a blinding light. He was hearing voices now, but they were not directed at him. They were directed at Joy. The voice criticized Joy, but made one thing clear to Olivander: she knew what she was doing was wrong. Olivander wanted to frown, but he was too weak to move anymore. The light faded, and for a moment, Olivander was completely disoriented. He felt the ground rushing beneath him until he suddenly landed in grass again. He involuntarily lost his grip on Joy, and she barely climbed to her feet. He tried to raise a hand to catch the hem of her clothes, but she shambled away. He could not follow her. Olivander did notice that Joy's light had faded. The ring was gone. Her weapons were gone. She was alone now. She was just Joy. As his vision began to blur and Olivander began to black out, he could only whisper for his comrade. "Kitt--" Olivander's head landed in the grass, his eyes closed as his injuries sapped his strength.
  23. Metal Hawks "...if you throw this offer away...then the gods have mercy on your soul..." Olivander didn't have to see Kitt's face to know that he was sure of himself. He had already displayed his conviction, and Olivander trusted him. With that in mind, Olivander had zero intentions on taking his eyes off of Joy. She didn't give a verbal response to Kitt. Instead, she immediately fought back. Things almost seemed to slow down as the ring of energy pulsated, expanding immediately toward him as Joy extended her spear. Having minimized his profile earlier, Olivander just barely reacted in time to dodge the attack, flopping onto his back as the heat from the ring left a burn on the left side of his face. The spear extended past him and reached all the way to the clearing behind him, shocking Olivander at its great reach. He immediately made himself intangible and rolled to his right, away from Kitt. Dagger still in hand, he kept low and got to a sprinting position. If he could bring her down with his physical strength, he may be able to give Kitt an opportunity to kill her. However, at that close of a range, he would not be able to dodge her attacks if she struck at the right time. She need only look for him to break his intangibility. Olivander could only hope that Kitt was ready. If he was as well trained as Olivander believed, this fight may end soon. He also had to remember that he was going to be almost directly under the ring she was controlling, and it was extremely hot. He would suffer. He could very well die. But, so would the people of Andalou if Joy was victorious. It was a risk he was willing to take. The spear came arcing back behind him toward Kitt. As the tip of the spear approached Kitt, Olivander stared down Joy. He wasn't sure what else the ring was capable of, but he was sure of what he needed to do. When he was exactly one foot from her, he would break his intangibility and bring her to the ground. He barreled toward her with all of his might now, earth crumbling to dust beneath his feet. Even if he died today he would be okay with that, knowing he did what he thought was right for the people of Andalou, and possibly the world over.
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