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Location: Trailsau (Team Alola, day 27) Inventory: Good Rod, Antidote, Kasib Berry "You brahs are bad for my health. And I don't mean that in the sick way, but in the I'm at risk of losing my life way." Not to mention how bad they were for their own health. Picking fights, not backing down from fights they could avoid, the likes. As much as Nani understood why one would take those courses of action, the actions themselves seemed... questionable. Maybe it was because she just really didn't like being in conflict with others, even if they did deserve it. But for whatever reason, even after Marie and Randy had both been so effortlessly cast aside, Nani still didn't want to fight. "Looks like we won't be able to keep heading along." There wasn't really much choice though. He was coming their way, it was clearly time to fight, and Keanu had already made a move as well. He also put some distance between himself and Nani plus the incoming Lucario. Escape was possible, but it was probably more effective to defuse this altogether. "Wait, wait, wait," Nani said, hands raised. "Those two, uh... they're a bit reckless. A lot, lately. Yeah you probably shouldn't be doing this and all, but if you're really going through with it, it would be a lot more impactful if there were people who knew, right? Rumors spread, the other Legends start looking for you, it's like using fish to bait out more fish. I'll fight you if you don't want to back down now, but wouldn't that give those two birds over there plenty of time to get away?" Just in case, a spectral bone-shaped object started to form in Nani's hand. Just in case, of course.

You have a real talent for posting weird shit that I like. 7/10 6/10 OP's suggestion. We're halfway into October and none of you fucks posted this song. What the HELL!? 8/10

eh, close enough 7/10. Did not enjoy the intro, satisfying though it may have been for stuff to move from off-beat gradually into being in sync. A lot of it makes me think it could be a Buckethead solo tbh. OP's suggestion. I was gonna post something different at first, but this song came up in a conversation while I was listening to Dissolver and it's got one of my favorite choruses of all time so imma rate this instead. Get your popcorn because it's a lengthy one. 8/10, but that chorus is an easy 10/10

"Caution isn't a weakness. Recklessness is going to get you killed a lot faster." "If you haven't got the spirit to back it up, sure." Rushing in headfirst without a plan only worked if you had the morale and willpower to know you'd get out of there no matter what. If you didn't think you could make it, you wouldn't make it. What was that called, again? The power of suggestion? Basically, it meant that as long as Sifu knew she'd make it out of any hunt, she'd be fine. And if there was something she wasn't going to make it out of, it sure as hell wasn't going to be a hunt! "Your attitude, by the way...not cool." "I'm asking out of concern, you know," Sifu retorted. "If you get into this line of work without knowing it's what you want, it will kill you. It's not part of the job, but if I can stop one guy who isn't sure from getting killed in a hunt, I'll have a nice warm feeling at the end of the day." Simple as that. Sifu put her attention back to the march to... wherever it was they were all heading. It was a little hut, with smoke coming out of it. She could smell something inside. Something good. "Hope you prawns are hungry, because you've got some eating to do before we get into any of the knitty gritty!" Awwwww yeah, some food! The little hut was - fitting with everything else Sifu had seen since coming here - a bit different from what she was used to. But the smell of food once she stepped in was perfectly familiar. It was nice to have a good sensation now, rather than freezing her ass off in the wind and rain. Damn straight she would eat up! Sifu grabbed a marble plate of her own and filled it up, mostly with various meats, without much in the way of any sauce or other finishing touches. Without wasting any time, Sifu got a seat across from the coward boy, and dug in. "Come to think of it, what's your name anyway?" Sifu asked between bites. "Mine's Sifu. Since you're already here now, try not to get yourself killed, alright?"

nah and now that will be to your benefit

I've always been pretty fond of Gerudo Valley and the desert adjacent to it.

aight, now I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but you've got some explaining to do

That one actually is in Grand Order. Just not on NA yet. https://grandorder.gamepress.gg/servant/william-tell

aight I was gonna ask where the fuck you and mirei live that you don't have apple jacks but this clears that up. no apples jacks, bagged milk, a reasonable healthcare system, the nerve!

If it's not on here, just assume I either haven't had it or couldn't recognize it

Shopping! And notebooks! "I don't know what the classes are going to be like but we're probably going to want at least one book for every class. Or one of the larger ones with dividers in them, though those can get a bit limiting in space and also cumbersome to carry around all the time." Stella presented an excellent point! Vivian was never a thorough note-taker, but she'd also never been to a school quite like MechA cademy before. Rather than the plain-looking black and white ones though, Vivian opted for brighter notebooks. A red one here, a leaf-print one there, and a pink one with a cat on it as an extra. They were a bit more expensive, but that was a small price to pay for a cuter and more personalized experience. As Stella went on to explain pens - those were something Vivian could definitely afford to just buy the cheap regular-looking ones on - Vivian looked through her notebooks. Something about them was bugging her, and that was... "PAPER!" She shouted, hitting Vivian with the pages of the notebook. "LOOK, ACTUAL PAPER? HOW DOES IT WORK?" She grabbed Vivian by the shoulders and shook her. "WHY IS THERE SO MUCH PAPER? IN SPACE?!" "Aaaaa, you don't need to get rough!" Straightening herself out from this girl who was very enthusiastic about the paper, Vivian picked up the notebooks she'd dropped in surprise, ready to explain to the best of her ability. "It's like a touch screen, right? Except you can't erase it so easy. You take a pen and then use that like a stylus. I think... right? You won't find much paper where I'm from, but there's enough old movies and stuff around to pick up on that kind of stuff." Or at least, there were where Vivian was from. Or maybe her parents were just oldies geeks. Paper-like products like napkins and stuff were still easy to come by, but for writing purposes? Vivian kind of got this girl's confusion. Kind of. ...not really. She suddenly wasn't sure who was the weird one in this exchange. Sammi didn't like this bird. Its smug aura mocked her. Best to just leave it behind. She had more important things to do than bother with some bird that probably didn't know anything anyway. And so, on Sammi ran, paying little mind to her roommate. On and on, covering the distance after enough time. And when Sammi finally made it back to the dorm building - showing no signs of having just ran the distance she ran, what with the lack of flawed organic components that could tire out - she made a mental note. An important one. Never split off from the rest of the class. Even if she didn't like them. Speaking of people she didn't like, it was time to get on with the reason she was here in the first place. Locating and - unfortunately - speaking to BOMB. It was probably best to ask around with other students if any of them had seen him lately, and failing that, where his dorm was.

Considered putting Count Chocula in an SS tier of its own but decided against it due to being limited-time.

Location: Skrelp Harbor Poké: 1000 "Well, guess that's that, good work Machop. And good work, uh, miss." "Kanon. That's my name," she replied. With her battle won, Kanon pulled out her poke ball, returning Ursula to where it belonged in a cozy (she hoped) little sphere. Nomi had lost her battle, not much to Kanon's own surprise, and Oswald's had yet to conclude. Watching the wrap-up of that should have proven to be a good way to kill a few moments. Not that she had much choice anyway, short of just ditching the other two and going off on her own adventure. If this were her native Hoenn she'd be all for it, but there was simply no telling what could await her in Korova, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she'd probably need help for at least some of whatever it was. And so, she directed her attention to the battle still going on.

“Permission to deploy the Challenger II Captain? The Cryptolanguage module will need to collect data from outside the Rebounder. They can be deployed along with the Challenger II if security is your concern.” "No need. They're approaching too quickly." As Hugo had noted, these mystery people would have started shooting by now if they were the territorial type. "Open up the launch bay! Prepare to take in some visitors." "On it, Captain!" A few minutes of relative silence passed on the bridge. Occasionally, the crew could hear some exchanges on the other side of the communications in that harsh alien language. It was hard to tell what they were talking about when one couldn't understand the language in the first place. Then, the doors of the bridge opened up, and in stepped the Rebounder's first alien visitors. Three hulking alien figures, each easily seven feet tall, stepped inside. Rather than eyes, they each seemed to have a second pair of nostrils, and coral-like growths protruded from various parts of their bodies as if to act as armor. Perched atop the shoulders of the middle one was a much smaller creature, that eyed over the Rebounder's crew with curiosity evident in its single eye as it kept its tiny legs latched onto its partner's head. "Thakto!" the middle alien called out. "Ol-kla neki sa-ta." "Bolhe?" "Bolhe dak. Wi katta, ak..." The alien sniffed the air more deeply. "Zat nok yiba." Whatever he was saying, it seemed to get something akin to a laugh out of whoever was on the other side of the connection. The speaker of the group nudged his fellow aliens, prompting the two to each hand something over to the middle one. Things that the large alien held out for the crew of the Rebounder. One of the items was easily identifiable as some sort of hardware meant to be hooked up to a communications device. The other was a small, circular object. "Whatever that hardware is, get it installed on our communications, ASAP." "Roger!" The installation didn't take long. For a generous definition of "installation" anyway. The small communications crew aboard the bridge at the time simply took the hardware and, without any sign of any plugs or wires, merely latched it onto the comms device with a few hooks built into the device. While there was still some idle chatter on the comms, it became garbled and full of static for a moment. But when the signal cleared back up... "...and then we'll see who the real bad guy is." "Ex... cuse me?" "Hm? What is it?" "We can understand you, you know." "Oh? ...oh! Wonderful! You've got the translator installed, then!" The alien on the other side cleared its throat, and said "Now, let me try that introduction again. We are the Vruul Republic, and I am this warband's leader, High Warlord Thakto. You don't seem to be Bolhe scum, so we're pleased to meet you, mysterious creatures. I don't really know a lot about interstellar affairs, but if you have any questions, ask. But first, identify yourselves." "We are humans, of Sol and the planets surrounding it." OOC

Hopefully by "christmas" you don't mean fucking "november" 4/10, pretty sure it's off-key. not one of neil's better works if you ask me. I'm not even joking when I say this requires some real mastery of the recorder. All the mistakes sound pretty intentional. I'm going to unironically give this a 6/10. 5/10 OP's suggestion. I usually post songs I like, but today I felt like posting one I fucking hate. fuck this song. 3/10.

it's a good thing you feel that way, because she probably will.

You're back just in time for the undead-themed Halloween Masquerade to start. What a coincidence. I'd be lying if I said I forgave you, but I'll still welcome you back all the same.

I like this thread

your spirit animal class

No Night Mothers here. Have a dad instead. If you insist and publicly no hiding. I'll make it up to you with a meme.

grilled cheese and pb&j for top two?

skadoodle skadiddle skaskidillydee, the third cavalry class thread goes to me