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I'll post my list soon, but I just wanted to say kudos to this choice. Absolutely loved this game.

As more of the students came up and gave their answers, Lesnar couldn't help but find his own rather cliche and underwhelming. Either way, paying attention was proving to be difficult, as the day had already begun to feel like a drag. School was about as foreign to him as he was to the other students, which he also acknowledged as a few of them mentioned how to properly say his name. He felt like such a fool, though it wasn't the end of the world... at least not yet. It wasn't until the last student sat back down and the teacher began to speak again when his attention was peaked again. "You're all so lame!" this hit pretty hard, though she wasn't wrong. "Although, I was pretty lame when I first started the business." Lesnar lightly exhaled as the initial sting from the earlier comment softened. Being lame was fine. Nobody knew who he was and he didn't really care. "You. You fail." With another peak of interest, Lesnar was only listening to her speak with wandering eyes until those words came out, prompting him to turn his head to see that she was speaking to Kess. "You lack common respect, and you clearly have a rage in you that I couldn't control. A shame really. You can stay for the rest of the day, but I don't want to see you back here tomorrow. You wouldn't know what a Hero was if they came up and smacked you upside the head. Change your attitude, and try again next year." So they weren't lying, Lesnar thought. For a moment he figured that there was really no wrong answer and that the question was just a test to see who would show up and participate. However, it turns out there was indeed a reason for it. Lesnar didn't remember much of Kess' speech right away, but now that it was brought up, there was quite a bit of selfishness and anger in her voice. If Lesnar would assume as much, she definitely sounded like a potential villain that he would have to face in the future, though he wasn't gonna bet money on it. "Now then class~, open your math books to page 1~! Time for some Algebra~!" The gears suddenly shifted as Lesnar instinctively perked up. School was actually starting now, and he could use a nice and refreshing math lesson. As slow as time felt during the lesson, Lesnar realized that class was almost over. He watched the clock as the seconds ticked by, counting down to when the bell would ring. At last the moment came, but expectedly the teacher had one last thing to say as she passed out papers to the class. Homework on day one? Sounds great. Lesnar needed something to do at home. "Next week we'll be starting your in-field training~! We're short on licensed heroes these days~! Crimes are picking up! So the government is giving us special permission to let you use your powers under adult hero supervision~! We just need a signature from your parents or guardian to let you do so~!" In-field training? Hero licenses? Lesnar perked up at the idea. Even though it felt too soon to start doing actual hero work, he couldn't help but be both excited and nervous. However, he then realized something... ...he needed a signature. From a parent or guardian. His heart sank for multiple reasons. He didn't think he had to associate with his life back in New York again, let alone with that cold-hearted aunt of his. She was the only person he could think of that he could realistically send the form to. She was rich. She had email. The real issue that Lesnar dreaded was whether or not she would sign it. It was less a matter of that she didn't want to but rather that she didn't care enough to even see the email knowing that it was from Lesnar. There was a mutual indifference there, but one thing was for sure: he had no other options. He would just have to send it and follow up if needed. How she would act in this circumstance would be something he'd have to deal with later. "In-field training starts next week~! It was nice to meet you Class 1-B~! Have a good day~!" Now that class was over, he was conflicted. Should he feel relieved knowing that class was over, or frustrated because he had to deal with his aunt? He'd have to find that out.

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How does this look?

Read the title as "Yuis Give Arse Anal" I wasn't disappointed. You fucked me pretty good there.

I'm sorry, but did this person just censor the word "heckin"?

I can think of two that took me years of dropping and buying again to finish: Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc - The first time I dropped it was during the Desert of the Knaaren area. Those fucks were meant to be unhittable and basically mean death if you're cornered. The music and the overall ambience of the place was so offputting and frustrating that I just stopped. A couple years later I picked it back up again and got as far as the first stage of the final boss. It took me a while to learn the pattern of its attacks, but when I went in not knowing how it worked, I could not, for the life of me, figure out why they there leading in on my movements so perfectly and I could not get around it. Hence my second drop. Took me until a couple years ago to get the PS3 remastered version and play through it completely. I'd say that stretch of time was part of why that's currently my favorite game of all time, cause despite how frustrating it was at first, playing through it again and getting past it was such a great feeling and each time I would see it with a new perspective and appreciation. Witcher 3: Wild Hunt - I went into this game blindly with no experience with the Witcher series, be it the books or the previous games. All I knew was that it was a really big thing and it looked interesting, so I got it. First impressions of the combat: clunky and finnicky. I struggled with it a lot and couldn't really get the hang of it up to the point where I stopped playing and sold it when I kept dying to a werewolf that was lower level than me. A year later I start wanting to play it again cause something was telling me it was worth another shot, so I did. I bought it again and, whaddya know, I found out that I wasn't leveling up properly. So that made things much easier and I learned to better control things. However, then came the Isles of Mist. Ofc that segment was the point of no return and all of my optional quests were wiped, a dumb narcoleptic dwarf escort mission, and enemies that killed me no matter what I tried. Frustration ensued, dropped it and sold it again. It wasn't until I bought it a third time on Steam where I beat the game and spent the most amount of time on a game that I've ever spent, including a NG+ playthrough just to try and do more things in the world. Not really sure about others, but I know for sure there are many. I have a really bad habit of starting things and not finishing them, so it's bound to happen one way or another.

For those of you who liked the first one, the sequel just came out yesterday, and boy is it fun. They did really well bringing everything to 3D. As of right now, the game is in early access and is said to stay there for another year as more content is added. But for what's there, there's plenty to have tons of fun with. Beautiful and stylized level and enemy design, tons of items, and just plain crazy roguelike fun. Anyone else get this or plan to get it?

Definitely worth it for me. Had we not, I wouldn't have been able to join the MHA RP. ? That being said, regardless of how necessary/unnecessary it was, the fact that most of the active users from YCM willingly moved here and are now more active here than on YCM should say enough. Any of us can just go back, but for the most part we didn't. Hence why we remain "divided." If there's any chance of reunion, it would be from an ownership change to someone more responsible, reliable, and active with the users, but for all we know YCMaker will not hand it over so easily. It's possible, but not likely. That being said, I go where the majority of the community goes, so I have no preference for the platform itself.

"Ah, I see you to are a man of culture. It's nice to meet ya, Lesnar. The name's Herc. Glad you enjoyed the moonwalk. It wasn't easy to learn with all my bulk, ya know?" Lesnar couldn't help but chuckle. Based on first impressions, he assumed this guy was a joker, and so far he assumed correctly. That being said, the aura this... beetle man (?) gave off left Lesnar in high spirits; inspiration, if you will. That being said, Lesnar left him to chat with others as he went back to his desk, only just now realizing that he got up from it. Life was full of moments like that for him. He would set forth to do something, then have no memory of setting forth in the first place. Either way, he knew that whenever that occurred, he felt good about it, which is all that mattered. "Oh dear, oh dear~!" As a voice sounded from the doorway, Lesnar instinctively sat up, "Let's settle down now everyone~! Let's all get in our seats~." Lesnar was calm, and he was in his seat, though he soon came to realize this woman was referring to the rest of the class, additionally realizing rather lately that she was most likely the teacher. "Let's settle down now everyone~! Let's all get in our seats~." Yep, definitely the teacher. "Good Morning, everyone~! My name is Ms. Hitotsume~! It's a pleasure to meet you all~! Let's have a good year of learning~!" For a moment, Lesnar didn't much care for the bubbly and cheerful attitude that Ms. Hitotsume projected. It seemed rather forced. He listened regardless. "E-e-excuse me young man... but could you please take that off. You must be a foreigner, but I find your lack of respect for our schools rules to beeee~... MOST DISDAINFUL!" He grew more attentive when she addressed Herc, the guy he was just talking to earlier. His attention then turned to concern when she suddenly raised her voice, as if she was holding it back behind her positive attitude. It was then when Lesnar realized that she was definitely just putting on a presentation, most notably behind the incoherent mumbling she did under her breath. While he couldn't hear, let alone understand, what she was saying, he knew there was a sign of frustration within it. He wouldn't question or blame her in that regard. "Ah yes~! Your homework assignment from Sharp Shogun~!! Please come up in any order, and give me your answer~!! And make sure it's a good one~~!" Oh crap, that's right... the question. Lesnar had pondered on it occasionally between the exam and this class, but he still struggled to put it into words. That being said, another realization came to him as he saw one of the girls walk up. "Hello class. My name is Itou Yuuka. A pleasure to formally meet you all." Another presentation? Fuck. Another surge of anxiety hit, just like before. It wouldn't be as perilous as before, what with the significantly smaller amount of people in front of him, but that only barely helped. "As for what it means to be a hero. Well, there's a lot to it, but if I had to put it down into one word, it'd be instinct. I be lieve that being a hero is about not only being able to know what the right thing to do is, but acting on it the moment you realize what that is. At least, that's the base requirement of being a hero." Instinct. I guess that's one way to put it. As if pieces of a puzzle were being connected in his head by others, the words started coming to him. This would work; the meanings that the others expressed would help him form an answer of his own. Granted the meaning needed to be from the heart rather than just plagiarising other people, but Lesnar needed all the help he could get. This was certainly a start. On top of the speculation of her words, Lesnar couldn't help but be mesmerized by the gentle and kind nature that Yuuka portrayed. Given that he was not often exposed to a social environment, he found himself feeling fond of every female in the classroom... including the teacher. Nonetheless, he figured he would just go up and get things over with, but maybe after another student went up. That's when Herc stepped up. "Hello, I'm Herc Coleo...," He then paused. "Wait, or is it Coleo Herc? Japanese people do family names first, right? So Coleo Herc, yeah, yeah, that," Another realization. Names were reversed here. Lesnar would have to remember that. Claypool Lesnar. Something seemed off about that, but he disregarded it as it would be addressed later if it was an issue. "It's almost like... a responsibility, I suppose, When you can do the things we can, and you don't... well... when the bad things happen... then they happened because of you," Responsibility. Another solid answer. Instinct and responsibility. While sensible, something just didn't click with those words. Searching through his vocabulary, it soon came to him. Just in time for Herc to finish, Lesnar would fill the void right afterwards. It was at that moment that, once again, he had no memory of getting up and walking to the front to face the whole class. All he knew was that he was standing there, frozen. Just like before, the entire classroom turned into a dark, misty shroud of red eyes fixed on him. "H-h-h..." he began to speak, but found himself choking on his words. Everything he had formulated started to melt away in his mind. However, it was only his first day. With a deep breath, a clearing of his throat, and a hard swallow, he got words out. "Hello, everyone. My name is Lesnar Claypool... or at least in America it is. I guess here it'd be... Claypool Lesnar?" like Herc, he paused, but he needed to get things out, "Anyway, to be a hero..." he pondered once more, though he knew he didn't have the luxury of sitting in silence like he did at his desk. He thought quickly, suddenly realizing the moments where he forgot about getting up to talk to Herc, or getting up to stand in front of the class. Those thoughts then flashed him back to America, on the broken streets of Brooklyn... The lost kid. The stray gangsters. Younger Lesnar standing nearby watching but not stepping in. Fear kept him selfishly hidden. The kid was only going to get ice cream. He had money in his hands, gleefully heading over to get it. That's when they, the gangsters, tried to grab it from him. Resistance from this brave little soul resulted in him getting a backhand that knocked him over. That's when Lesnar felt it. The urge to act. Without thinking, he lunged with his palm stretched out as if to reach for the kid's hand. That's when the surge came. The force released, blasting the gangsters away. Despite saving this kid from further harm, the fact that he was harmed in the first place was his biggest regret. Had he acted earlier, the kid wouldn't be crying on the ground. The memory blew through his mind in a flash, but in any case, he knew what he was going to say, "...being a hero, at least to me, is about the initiative. A hero stands out for their initiative to act for selfless reasons. In other words, they never hesitate to go out of their way to protect those who need it, regardless of who they are or who they're helping." With another slight pause, he reminisced about the memory he thought about earlier, snapping out of it to make a closing remark, "It's a pleasure to meet you all." With that, he went back to his seat, once again having little memory of even being up there. He would then reflect on his answer, hoping it sufficed enough for him to stay.

"It is absolutely impolite to interrupt someone-no-reading, especially by this amount of people." Another voice broke through the crowd. Julian looked over to see whom he recalls being the first one to enter the room after him, also to read a book. "And the staff is likely aware of the mask and its content, given we had been a couple of days in this ship already. So I would not be worried about it. Remember... The cat dies when it feels curious." As she sat down to start reading, Julian noted the mutual interest... and the humorously broken English. "I-I wasn't asking you!" Bianca retorted, seemingly nervous and humiliated as she faced Julian once more, "Well fine if it's not going to be a problem...but you didn't need to get everyone to gang up on me!" "I didn-" Julian began to respond before the amber-eyed girl began to storm off in humiliation, "...okay." With a sigh of both relief and acceptance, he went back to return to his page before he turned to say her name. "I'm Bianca!" "Oh, nice to m-" After noticing she had already left, Julian simply stopped speaking and sighed once more, rolling his eyes. "Surveillance An-- er, uh, I mean, Sammi. That's my name. Sammi." Julian only barely noticed that Sammi was referring to herself, but enough to acknowledge it. Despite his curiosity peaking at how she was about to address herself, he merely shrugged it off, "Sammi, huh? You one of them roleplayers? Heh, I would walk around pretending to be a cyborg back in the day. Not really as fun or charming nowadays cause reality always kicks in, but it's good to know you still have an avid imagination." He felt a lot more comfortable now that the ice has been broken a bit. He scanned the room once more; there were a lot of people in here. A lot more than he had expected. However, if there was any time to get to know the group he was recruited with, it's now. "So where you all from?"

Time doesn't go by as you sleep, but you develop insomnia, so time still goes by for 80% of the time you try to sleep without success. I wish I wasn't depressed.

Easily. So many memories. So much joy. So much anguish.

As more students began entering the classroom, Lesnar could see his presence fading in Valerie's eyes. Nonetheless, she gave a response to his cringy remark anyway: "Seems like it. Suppose fate wants you to keep trying to chase me. It's the best way to get strong after all! Just hope you don't mind being behind me all the time." Yet again relieved to have gotten a friendly response - albeit backhanded - Lesnar felt the pressure leave him through his pores. Lesnar gave a light chuckle in response, feeling a sense of rivalry with the smirk that she wore. It wasn't until her expression went from cheeky confidence to annoyance when Lesnar noticed her eyes shift past him to see another student entering. Lesnar turned to look; someone dressed in a bee costume made himself obnoxiously known. Following Valerie's impression, a twitch sparked on his face as well. "Well, I guess we gotta deal with a lot of unusual people. So, uh... where are you f-" Lesnar turned back to face Valerie, only to realize she had moved on. The outline of where she once stood blinked in the empty space that he now looked through, almost foolishly. He stood there frozen mid-sentence, his face now twitching for a different reason. With a sigh of both frustration and acceptance, he went back to the seat that he reserved right next to the door. He had always preferred to be closest to the door for easy access to the hallway, whether it's to be the first one out or to cause the least amount of disturbance upon entering or exiting during class. On the way there, he had one headphone in with music on (Beat It - Michael Jackson), which could not have been more perfect to accommodate the moonwalk that the guy in the bee costume did out of nowhere. The moment nearly broke Lesnar into a fit of chuckles, which he tried his hardest to contain as he went to take his seat. As he waited for class to begin, more mingling commenced amongst the other students. The crowded chatter felt slightly overwhelming, but he shrugged it off knowing that no one was talking to him, which made him feel both relieved and, to his confliction, kinda left out. He couldn't help but notice Valerie walking over to someone he recognized as that one guy who tried flirting with her on the grounds. Scoffing lightly to himself, another bold presence became known. "What the hell is this reject gallery?" Wonderful. Another arrogant fronter, as if we didn't have enough of those already. Yes, Lesnar could only recall one other, but to him that was enough, if not too much for his preference. As if she couldn't have been more of an ass, Lesnar watched as she grabbed a rock and threw it at the back of someone's head. "I brought that in from outside JUST IN CASE... FUCKER! You better have a good reason to be here when the teacher asks, What's-Your-Name... Else I'll kick you out the goddamn window. Have your head find another rock outside." How the hell did I end up in this class... Lesnar thought as he cringed to the impact of the rock. Tension lingered in the air like high humidity as he laid his arms across his desk, resting his head until the teacher would arrive for things to calm down... at some point. However, he would try to get a word in to the bee guy should he pass by him: "Hey man, not gonna lie, you kinda made my day. I just so happened to be listening to Michael Jackson while you were moonwalking. It couldn't have been more perfect. I'm Lesnar. What's your name?"

Before: After:

If I could compare this match-up to an anime fight, it'd be Goku (Cowcow) vs Vegeta (Joseph.) I like Vegeta better, so Joseph gmv

"Excuse me, that mask. You know all illnesses need to be reported to the staff correct? Do you have the clearance to be around others right now?" Not a couple minutes into some quiet morning reading, Julian looked up from his open book - held open by his thumb on the fold - to see someone looking down on him, presumably condescendingly and disappointed. With a slightly frustrated sigh, he used his other hand to reach around his chin and unlatch the strap that held the mask up against his face, letting it drop to hang around his neck. "I thought the library was where people went to enjoy some peace and quiet..." Julian's voice was slightly hoarse, mostly because he hasn't talked much recently. There was also a hint of agitation, but that was mostly because he was taken away from his book for the moment. "...but If you're wondering if I might get the whole ship sick, then you're mistaken." "If he was ill, wouldn't he more likely be in bed or something?" Another person showed up behind the first one, adding a layer of frustration for Julian. "And those aren't even the types of masks people wear when they're sick. His would be better for a gas leak or landing on a planet with a toxic atmosphere." "Hazardous environments, including epidemics..." he added, shooting a facetious glare at the one with amber eyes, "that's part of it, but I assure you, I'm not ill, nor am I contagious. It's mostly for-" for a second, Julian noticed two more people observing the conversation. A vein in his forehead bulged as he softly grunted and lifted the mask up to his mouth, pressing the button to release another hit of painkiller. With a quick moment of relief, he continued, "...it's for pain. It helps ease the nerves, though it's not debilitating. If I can't wear it, then I don't have to, though I prefer to have it on." Without another word, or at least he thought, he raised the book back up to try and get a few more pages in. However, seeing as he was flocked with attention, he merely slipped a piece of parchment between the pages, closed the book and set it down, sighing. "My name's Julian, by the way, if anyone wants to know." Making eye contact with each individual in the room, including the onlookers, he snuck in a subtle smile as a sign of forced welcomeness.

Didn't even know what that was and now I'm legitimately happy I do.