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anxietytwist · 2 years

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𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐫𝐢

“𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚”

[ 𝟹𝟷 | 𝟻'𝟻" | Nonbinary | Demiro Bi | ❤︎𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 ]

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⟨Suit Info⟩

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 & 𝘰𝘣𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳 & 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱-𝘫𝘦𝘵𝘴.

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⟨Puppet⟩

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: 𝐘𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧

𝘈 𝟻'𝟷𝟷" 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝟸𝟶𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 & 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.

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⟨Notes⟩

ꜱᴇx‣ AMAB

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ‣ They/Them

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ‣ Toned

ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ‣ Androgynous [Rebirth], Nondescript & layered [Retribution], + Edgy streetwear & multiple ear piercings

ᴠɪᴄᴇ‣ Sweets (fav desert = tiramisu)

ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ‣ Tech-savvy fighter

ɢᴏᴀʟ‣ “Show the world the truth!”

ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ “ꜱᴄᴀʀ”‣ Puppetmaster

ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ‣ Well-off (robbing & heists)

ʙᴀꜱᴇ‣ Business front (living the the apartment above it)

▪︎ Chose the name “𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐨” simply because it's their favorite colour (𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚 also calls them “𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐲”)

▪︎ They started HRT (estrogen) when they 𝟷ˢᵗ escaped the farm; they've also contemplated having bottom surgery (their trauma around all “medical procedures” has dissuade them)

▪︎ Views 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚 as an older sister (but refuses to EVER tell her since her head would simply get too big ... totally not because they'd start crying or anything) ... their friendship is “complicated” to say the least

▪︎ Back in the day, 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 was known as 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞'𝐬 “sidekick”

▪︎ 𝗟𝗼𝘀 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘀 is the only home they know

▪︎ Prefers to wear a facemask whenever out in public (it helps with their warranted paranoia)

▪︎ They're very self-concise about the scar on their face (mainly because they received it during the 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 incident)

▪︎ They have A LOT of body scars, the majority are combat related ... but the others are self-inflicted

▪︎ They're both touch-averse (mainly with “suprise contact”) & touch-starved 😔

▪︎ Pre-𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 they were an upbeat/positive person ... afterwards they've understandably become quite jaded/withdrawn

▪︎ They're angry at their past/younger self for being a naïve & complacent fool

▪︎ 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 runs a criminal syndicate & is a known telepath (despite their beat efforts 😮‍💨)

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♡♥︎♡ 𝐑𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 = 𝟻 little friends ♡♥︎♡

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Picrew used:

Pre-𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸: 🥲 so happy & full of hope

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silvery-bluish · 5 months

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Searcher tool resource!

Hey all! With some help from @autistic-sidestep, I've been working on this tool (and some associated sorting and filing of stuff I am unable and unwilling to share publicly) for about six months now? Tumblr is awful to find things on and I like being able to find information.

The upshot is, this is a tool written in C# to search and filter json files constructed from a tumblr blog in a way that is more user friendly than simply ctrl+f-ing through a large document, allowing for filtering on multiple tags or terms. For our purposes, Fallen Hero's tumblr specifically.

To use this

Download the zip file in the drive and unzip it. You may have to tell your antivirus it's okay (I am just some guy on the internet with free time not an antivirus recognized developer and you SHOULD be cautious of random files on the internet etc etc).

You'll also need to add the data it's looking for, which has been Aurrie's project for the last couple of months! They shared the files over here, and you need to place them in the Data folder. The files you want read in must have names that start with "Tumblr_" and end with ".json".

Then run the .exe file. If you don't already have the .Net framework this uses to run, it'll point you to where to download it.

There's further instructions on how to use it in both the readme file and once you have the program running, but feel free to reach out to me if you're running into any issues!

This is, unfortunately, Windows only - I may work out how to make a mac version at,, some point, but I initially made this for Just Myself and I don't have a mac and did not consider it. You may be able to make it run with Wine or Mono, but I haven't tested that or anything.

As a sidebar, there's no reason you couldn't use this with other .json files with the same format as the ones Aurrie made, so if anyone's wanting to use this for other similarly unsearchable blogs (all of them. tumblr does not have a functional search system.) we used this tool to scrape the blog, which is a good starting point and you're welcome to reach out to me if you have questions!

#fhr #fhr resource #fallen hero #world's blandest UI but it's functional u know #bookish.txt #okay this program didn't take me six months. ive just been working on various stuff related to its creation for six months.#side-eyeing the CoG forums

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allieebobo · 7 months

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Do you have any if recommendation?

Ooh! I have really, really bad memory(!!) but these are current faves that I have played/replayed recently that I can think of. A lot of the authors are also THE BEST HUMAN BEINGS EVER. So, double recommendation.

I probably missed a bunch out, so take this as a non-exhaustive list! In no particular order:

(Edit: Added some descriptions but yeah I got a little unhinged so I'm sorry nothing makes sense or if the quality of the write-up went down over time/did not actually give you any useful info)

WIPs with demos

Citadel, @bouncyballcitadel (I think of all the IFs on this list, this one makes me sweat the most. And I've said it once and I'll say it again: the dialogue is so snappy and well-written, and characters are SO DAMNED LOVEABLE.)

Infamous, @infamous-if (I've been manifesting Band/Musician IFs for the longest time, and then this popped up! I've even played Choice of a Rockstar, that's how desperate I was... Anyway, this is legions better than that. Angsty ex routes are my kryptonite, and Seven is just. Inevitable.)

Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian, @defiledheartsblog (I went into this wanting something juicy and fun/historical—and it's all of those things, but I didn't expect it to be so damned funny, too. The ROs are all impeccable.)

Raiders of the Caravan and Apartment 3-3, @leftski-if (A'ight listen, fantasy slice-of-life is my fave genre, and these are IT. Like, everything I never knew I needed in my life, and SO cozy/wholesome, with a cast of characters that I want to befriend in real life.)

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: An Affair of the Heart @doriana-gray-games (First off, the customization in this game is INSANE, and the branching too. I've replayed a couple of times and the little variations I discover each time just blows my mind. Secondly, it's so funny and written so well. Ngl I'm not a Sherlock fan but that's just testament to how amazing this IF is.)

When Life Gives You Lemons, @when-life-gives-you-lemonssss (Modern slice-of-life with an adorable kid, a bunch of hot ROs, CC. Hill's humor, what can I say?)

Golden @milaswriting (Really interesting world-building, one of the coolest fictional cities I've read in an IF, AND I'm obsessed with the ROs, in particular K de la Renta. Also Mila is such an awesome writer, I'm beyond excited for @beyondthegame.)

A Tale of Crowns @ataleofcrowns (This game is beautiful, polished, and SO exciting. Honestly, it looks like the kind of game created by a whole-ass game studio and would cost $50 to buy, it's that good. I really got swept up by this IF—probably played it all in one go.)

Rougi @rougi-if (Again, another game with scrumptious visuals/UI and also is just so well-crafted. I love the premise too, it's so original and fresh.)

Scout: An Apocalypse Story @anya-dev (Unfortunately this one might be on hiatus but I am/was really, really obsessed.)

Wayfarer @idrellegames (Love the game mechanics of this one, and the visuals. Probably controversial, but I like the D&D / random dice effect. And I also like the fact that it feels like an old-school RPG.)

Chop shop @losergames (The premise is all I needed to be sold, really—I'd always wanted to buy GTA as a kid but my parents were like NO WAY. Anyway, this IF did not disappoint, and let me live all my childhood dreams.)

Edit: AHH! How could I forget, one of my recent faves, Folksaga @folksaga-if (Lush atmospheric writing, super unique premise—norse mythology, plus I'm head over heels for Katla).

Completed IFs

Butterfly Soup 1 and 2 @brianna-lei (these are completed and I will never not promote them. Honestly the most adorable, wholesome, funny sports/coming-of-age IF I've read)

Elsinore: After Hamlet @lapinlunairegames (Insanely cool premise, insanely cool execution)

The Thick Table Tavern @manonamora-if (I love bar/tavern games, and this one actually lets you mix drinks! Instant fave.)

Other HGs/COGs I love: Slammed, Tin Star, Fallen Hero, If it pleases the court, A Player's Heart (these last two are so underrated, though I guess cause it's mainly wlw)

#asks #if #IF recommendations #other IFs #interactive fiction

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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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Can you please do a continuation of req 8 (the masquerade ball on) pleas I really loved it

absolutely, that's one of my favorite reqs that i've ever written. you do not understand how much i love masquerades hehehe

Requested Prompts #40 - 💓

You steadily picked yourself up from the ground, what had happened? The last thing you remember you were at the ball and then... nothing. You couldn't even remember who you were dancing with, if you were even dancing at all. You take a look around, taking in your surroundings... or rather, the lack thereof. You were surrounded by an inky black abyss that stained your vision black yet still allowed you to see, you could tell that it did that because you could see yourself almost perfectly. " Hello?" You call into the abyss, not expecting an answer even though that's what you want. " Is anyone there?" There was a pause, an almost infinitely long pause. For a moment you worried that you were stuck here, in the void, alone. You'd surely go insane if that were the case, but luckily( or perhaps, unluckily depending on how you view it) that wasn't the case. The ground trembled, and you stumbled back just in time to see a quite frankly way too large eye open up where you had been standing. It glowed a bright blue, reminding you of something you just couldn't put your finger on. And slowly but surely, it rotated to look at you. More eyes popped up, each staring at you when they opened. You receded into yourself, backing away even though it seemed that no matter how far you went they always seemed to get closer. You trip over your own feet and soon find yourself falling backwards, with fear clutching you for a mere moment before you are caught. " Now now, Little Star, we can't have you falling over now, can we?" A voice tutted with a chuckle, a rather familiar voice actually... You looked around for the source of the voice, and for who caught you, but you couldn't find anything other than the fact you were caught by a large, shadowy hand. You squeaked with surprise as you saw it's fingers curl around your form. " Y-you... Just who are you?" You called out into the darkness, your response beginning with a maniacal laugh. " Oh what a shame it is that you don't even recognize me... I'm rather hurt, Little Star." The voice cooed, and that's when it hit you. This voice belongs to that cookie at the masquerade ball... and the one that appeared in your dreams, the one you made that deal with... Oh sweet witches, just what did you get yourself into? " Show yourself!" You commanded, yet you were unable to hide the treble of fear that wormed its way into your tone. " Ehehe... Eheheha... Ehe he ha ha hah!" The voice cackled, you could feel the two largest eyes, the ones that looked like they actually belonged to a face, peering down at you. " Oho? So the princess wants me to reveal myself? I might as well indulge the wishes of her highness then~!" The voice chirped.

You stared on in a mixture of fear and awe as the Shadows receded to reveal the large figure of the cookie before you, bearing the same silhouette as the jester that appeared in your dream, only colored in. His heterochromatic blue eyes stared down at you as a grin stretched to be far too wide across his face. " Why hello there little princess! I'm so terribly sorry to have kept you waiting, but now we can finally meet face to face! Or well, face to real face." The jester chuckled, you couldn't help but feel like you've heard about this... well, this jester before. The cogs in your brain turn and turn, where have you heard about a Jester who could manipulate the Shadows to do his bidding? Ah, that's right, from your father. This was one of the five beasts, the fallen heroes. Shadow Milk Cookie. You fucked up big time just by making a deal with him in the first place, and you could tell that he could tell based just on your expression that you'd come to this realization. " Aw, there's no need to look so concerned! I do intend to keep my end of our little deal." You leaned away from him. " Considering your track record for deceiving cookies... I doubt it." You say, glancing up at him suspiciously. The gargantuan jester sighed dramatically. " You really don't remember out contract, do you?" He asked, to which you responded to with a shake of your head. " Fine, fine, I'll explain it again from the top." Shadow Milk Cookie cleared his throat, beginning to speak. " The very notion of our deal was that you would give me what you desired most in exchange for what you valued most, yes? What you wanted the most was freedom... Yet 'Freedom' is also what you value the most. So you put me into a bit of a conundrum as to how to collect what you valued while also giving you the freedom you ever so desperately desired." You gulped, you had a rather concerning feeling about this. You felt like you had acted selfishly in the past, far too selfish. " So then I had a thought!" The jester chirped, not helping the sinking feeling in your gut in the slightest. " What if I exchanged the freedom of your kingdom in exchange for yours? It was a truly marvelous idea if I do say so myself!" And there it was.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run au #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x reader #another cliffhanger :3 hehe

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midnightsun-if · 6 months

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I don’t know if this has been asked but do you play any text based, or any really, interactive games? And if so, what kind?

Also I hope your day is going great!

Good luck on the writing too!

I just took a really nice nap after eating a huge omelette. So I’m pretty sure I’m gonna stay up late tonight, sadly 😅.

I’ve played a couple! I mainly try to keep to my own corner when it comes to the community at large though— I’m a bit shy, if you haven’t been able to tell (unless it comes to all of you). I’ve also been trying to not get too distracted by other things because I want to get some more content out for Midnight Sun.

I sort of go all over when it comes to genre— if I like the plot then I don’t truly care about the genre. Fantasy typically pulls me in, but I truly enjoy anything.

When it comes to CoG/Hosted Games, I’ve played most of the usual games— Wayhaven, Fallen Hero (a little bit), Soul Stone Wars, The Keeper Series, etc… As for WIPs? I’ve sort of stayed in my corner, once again, so I don’t get too distracted, but I’m interested in a couple! @ramonag-if // @loveandleases // @within-your-eyes-if // @kalorphic // @doriana-gray-games // @greatprotector-if // @whatlovelybones-if, to name a few! I think there are a lot of wonderfully talented writers within the community and I wish them all the best! I hope they all get what they’re striving for when it comes to their stories, their characters, and everything else.

I hope your day is going great too! And I hope you’ll be able to get some sleep at a manageable time for, I hate whenever I can’t get enough sleep during the night (always makes me out of sorts during the day). ❤️

#midnight sun #asks #itmbz

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darkstarofchaos · 7 days

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You know what, I'm going to make a theory for how Transformers One is going to play out. Let's see.

So a lot of people have observed that Megatron/D-16 already has a Decepticon insignia in all of his clips in the trailer. As far as I could tell, no other character has any symbols at all (aside from some text that might be part of an altmode, similar to Prowl's doorwings having "police" on them when he's on Earth). In one clip, however, we see him kneeling in front of what could be the head of a long-dead ancient Cybertronian - I would guess Megatronus, since Megatron has to get his name from somewhere. So my theories for that:

D-16 is religious and/or believes in the ancient Primes, and the insignia is similar to a tattoo.

The insignia is actually used by the current regime to mark criminals or other "undesirables". D-16 got in trouble in the past, either for something he did or something someone else did, and now he's gun-shy (heh) about breaking further rules; hence why he resists Orion's desire to go to the surface, and is generally more cautious than he is. When they do get to the surface, however, he learns about the ancient Prime whose face resembles the brand he wears, and he eventually claims both the name and the symbol as his own.

Honestly, I prefer option 2. It has more potential for storytelling, and it feels more like Megatron to me. So I'm going to go with that.

To the story itself. I'm going to guess that the Quintessons are in charge, but this might not be common knowledge - D-16 does say that the surface is dangerous, but the "lowly worker-bots" might not know exactly why. I prefer the more deceptive approach that those stuck living underground believe they're at war with the Quintessons, when in reality, that war ended long ago. The workers are allowed to keep up the illusion either because it serves the Quints - workers who believe their oppressors are already being fought aren't going to rise up - or because it allows the higher-ranking Cybertronians to keep some portion of their population safely out of the Quints' reach. Maybe both.

If it's the former, workers' T-cogs are taken to further reduce the odds of an uprising, while for the latter, perhaps the cogs were taken under the guise of being needed for soldiers, when in reality, it's to keep the workers from leaving their safe place. I lean more towards the leaders having good intentions but deplorable methods, because it sets the stage for a divide in the Cybertronian people after the Quintessons are dealt with. Also, it fits better with my theory that the Decepticon insignia is being used as a criminal brand of some kind.

So our heroes get to the surface and learn the truth of things - the war long-since ended and their people are functionally slaves to the Quints. But there are still bots capable of resisting the invaders - the proto-Decepticons, currently lead by Starscream.

I feel like this could go one of two ways - either the proto-Cons could fight the Quints but won't, and so need to be convinced. Or they are fighting them and refuse to let the eager young heroes help because they can't even transform. I prefer the latter, partly because I already have someone else the heroes need to convince, and partly because it's the heroes being turned away that leads them to the next story beat: they can't transform and there are no T-cogs left, but there is someone who might be able to help them.

And so the *ahem* Quest for Alpha Trion begins.

They find him at the gravesite of his long-since fallen brethren, D-16 discovers Megatronus - and Alpha Trion will not help them, because he sees no point. The Quints have already won, and further fighting will only lead to more death.

My basis for this beat comes from Elita's line in the trailer: "We were given these powers for a reason". It's possible this was just a line plucked from somewhere else as a voiceover, and that it just happens to synch up very well with the clip where the line starts. But based on that clip, she says it to Alpha Trion while the heroes are still unable to transform. So when she says "we were given these powers" she's not talking about the heroes; she's talking about Cybertronians as a whole. I think that, while Alpha Trion initially refuses to help them, he does fill them in on some of their history, which then gives the heroes what they need to talk him into helping.

And so, with their newly acquired T-cogs, the crew is able to join the battle against the Quints, they successfully drive out the invaders, and everything ends well - except there is disagreement over how the Cybertronian race should proceed now that they're free to govern themselves.

Cue end credits.

(Yes, I think they're going to use the Bots vs Cons war as sequel bait. I do not think they can tell the entire story in one movie and would frankly prefer they not try. Of course, they could handle things far differently than I laid out, but even then, with the inclusion of the Quints, I just don't think one movie has time to address everything). Edit: Oh yeah, and I guess Orion becomes Optimus at some point near the end there. I dunno how or why. I don't think Hasbro would let him stay Orion for an entire movie, but with the setup they've got, I'm not sure how they're gonna fit Pax-to-Prime in there.

#transformers #Transformers one #TF One #Transformers One Spoilers #Not because my story there is actually spoiling the movie #but it does dig pretty deep into some stuff from the trailer

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vanathema · 1 year

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With the steam release of Dwarf Fortress coming, I’ve made a round-up of threads and stories over the years.

In general, most images are broken because some of these are ten, almost fifteen years old. Also worth noting that forum posters tend to refer to all dwarves as male, regardless of gender. This often extends to adventurer mode (even though one can adventure as nearly anything). This gets confusing at times.

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stories

The Most Interesting Dwarf in the World http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=34933.0 https://www.dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/Morul Morul Cattenmat, renaissance dorf

The Elf King of Dwarves http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=39897.0 https://www.dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/Cacame_Awemedinade how DOES an elf get elected king of dwarves, anyway

Cog the Blind Drunk http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=172504.0 the adventure of a drunken bar brawler. also there's mangoes

The Life and Death of Tholtig Cryptbrain http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=42702.0 via legends mode, memorializing the last dwarven queen

The Ballad of Almef Abliemtha http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=162870.0 an adventurer mode newbie stumbles into endgame. "I still don't know what candy is. I've been using goose leather."

Âsax http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=52295.0 “That bird was a saint, embodying two of the many great aspects of dwarven civilization: war and crazy names for garbage items.”

Glitchy body-surfing in adventurer mode http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=75246.0 "...discovered that Elephants can't open doors. All my plans for becoming the first great Elephant general ruined."

"You have found..." http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=80043.0 gently bullying a new player

One Dwarf Against The World http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=15572.0 solo-running a fortress, or, the origin of all dorfs being called Urist

Beware the giant sponge http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=101243.0 sometimes the most fearsome enemies are right on your doorstep, callously murdering your fishers by making them startle and trip into the river to drown, like utter morons

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fortresses

Archcrystal http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=156319.0 the almost (at time of writing) 500-year old generational fortress (considering encroaching FPS death kills more fortresses than tantrum spirals or invasions, this is as much a technical victory as anything)

Bronzemurder http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=54969.0 the illustrated saga

(note: the Something Awful threads are indicative of edgy internet humour circa 2005-2010, which is to say, a wee bit dated. proceed accordingly.)

SA: Boatmurdered https://lparchive.org/Dwarf-Fortress-Boatmurdered/ the prototypical succession game, from an ancient version of the game that had no z-layers (i.e. it was a 2-dimensional map) now immortalized in the soundtrack as "Koganusân"

SA: Headshoots https://lparchive.org/Dwarf-Fortress-Headshoots/ another succession game whether intentional or a bug, combat skill levels were uncapped for at least two dwarves, which might have been a mistake

SA: Syrupleaf https://lparchive.org/Dwarf-Fortress-Syrupleaf/ the sequel to headshoots set in a world plagued by frost giants and the undead Spawn of Holistic (which is to say, a modded enemy based on one of the fallen heroes of Headshoots)

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glitches (mostly fixed)

Danger Rooms http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=92907.0 a popular if controversial exploit (now fixed) where the optimal way to train your militia was throwing them in a room full of wooden spear traps hooked up to repeaters, to be stabbed ad infinitum

It was the best embark, it was the worst embark... http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=61507.0 worldgen hiccup causes an impossible adamantine spire

Here lies Wagon: may he rest in peace http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=128593.0 the original image is broken, so to explain: a scuttled wagon may end up being listed as a deceased entity. deceased beings can be memorialized on gravestones, and so...

The Shaft of Enlightenment http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=134512.0 a particularly lucky goblin inspires the blueprints for a new super-soldier training zone

Planepacked: The Fractal Statue http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=28232.0 https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/Planepacked a dwarf in a strange mood amasses far more materials than usual to build an artifact, and produces a statue carved with the history of the world

"Cat cancels Store Item in Stockpile: Too injured" http://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/40d:Cat_cancels_Store_Item_in_Stockpile:_Too_injured local cat forgets it doesn't have hands

Parents carrying babies have their movement directed by said children https://www.bay12games.com/dwarves/mantisbt/view.php?id=11231 "Babies simply don't have any idea where they want to steer their mothers. I imagine it probably looks similar to Disney's Ratatouille movie."

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!!science!!

Chasing the Elusive Mermaid http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=25967.0 infamously caused Toady to immediately nerf the value of bones from sapient creatures, for some reason

On the Farming of Sea Serpents http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=75780.0 the slightly less alarming but no less ambitious sequel to mermaid farming

Dwarven "Child Care" http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=91093.0 http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=140588.0 "It's like regular childcare, except with more dogs, and less care." i don't think anyone actually got this to work, despite generations of inhumane experiments, which is the dorf fort community in a nutshell

The Fountain of Eternal Life http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=101251.0 how to vampirize a fortress (the answer is: ew)

Building a !!Well!! http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=93780.0 "I'm still looking for a way to make a self-cleaning well. This was not the way to do it."

Quantum Stockpiles https://www.dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Quantum_stockpile technically an exploit, too useful to fix

Dwarven Atom Smasher https://www.dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Dwarven_atom_smasher also an exploit left unfixed. dorfs invented an atom smasher to use as garbage disposal

Necrobacon http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=113638.0 wherein dead animals raised by necromancy have increased muscle mass, and therefore bigger yields from butchery

the first fully programmable dwarven computer http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=49641.0 https://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/User:Jong/Dwarven_Computer turing-complete, apparently

Dwarven Game of Life http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=69307.0 "For the last few months, I've been building a megaproject which is an implementation of Conway's Game of Life in a dwarf fortress mechanical computer."

Dwarven Checkers http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=94140.0 the hit new boardgame

Dwarven Relativity http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=86248.0 a thread roundup of dwarven science, including several threads I haven’t seen before

Dwarven Language Codified http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=173289.0 this isn't shenanigans like the other !!science!! threads, just a fascinating read

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dorf culture

Stupid dwarf trick https://www.dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Stupid_dwarf_trick the real spirit of dorf fort

Goblin Christmas http://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/Goblin_christmas non-denominational

Unfortunate Accident http://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Unfortunate_accident weird how these things happen

Catsplosions http://dwarffortresswiki.org/index.php/DF2014:Catsplosion spay and neuter your pets

#dwarf fortress #dorf fort

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anathemafiction · 1 year

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Inflation prices

Hosted Games is going to raise the price of all of their games on January 19th — it's been years, but it seems inflation has caught up with them. This won't affect newer releases much, like the Rose, but it may have a pretty substantial price increase in some of the older titles.

The Golden Rose will go up 15% percent — so if you want to buy it, now's the time to do it! Outside of Steam sales, it'll never be this low price again.

However, some old gems will have bigger price changes, and I wanted to take this opportunity to shine some light on a few of my old favorite HG games. If the summaries interest you, give the free demos a try!

(I'll be linking the COG page, where you can find the links to Steam, Google Play, the App Store, and Amazon at the bottom of the screen).

Tin Star (50% price increase) — Step into the shoes of a US marshal in the old, wild west. It's a very big game, full of hard decisions and a great cast of characters (Preston, you cocky bastard, I love you). You can be a terrible person, a saint, or anything in between.

Zombie Exodus (60% increase) — Try to survive a zombie apocalypse. There are dangerous missions to navigate, complicated power dynamics between survivors, and, of course, friends and lovers to remind you what it is you're fighting for. This is an old game, but it was one of the first IFs I read, and to this day the story and characters hold a special place in my heart.

Zombie Exodus: Safe Haven (40%) — This one isn't really an old game, but I want to include it since the price increase is still substantial and, if you enjoy the first ZE, you will LOVE this. The author took everything from the first game and made it better. You can see how much he has improved. From customization (it's mind-blowing), to relationships, to writing atmospheres - I was legitimately scared in some parts! Plus, the different prologues are so good and... just try it! I adore this game so much.

Way Walkers: University (40%) — Play as a student in a prestigious magic school. The magic system is super interesting, as is the world at large. But, by far, the best thing about this game and its sequel are the characters. It has one of my favorite ROs in any IF games, Semryu, and the way your friendship develops into a tentative romance is so well done. There's also mystery and tension, and I cannot wait for Book 3!

Double/Cross (60%) — Okay, I'll admit: I don't remember a lot about this game. It's been years since I read it, but I do remember, however, really liking it! You work as a bodyguard for the richest man in England, and not everything is as it seems. I like it because it subverts your expectations, and when I got my "happy ending" I... did not feel happy at all. It's really interesting and not very long, so I encourage everyone to give it a try!

So, You're Possessed! (50%) — Oh, how to explain this game? You start as a pizza delivery person, and then you meet a demon and your life is thrown upside down. It's been years since I've played it but it has always remained a special little gem. I don't want to spoil the story too much, so just give it a try!

Evertree Inn (40%) — Again, not exactly old, but I think the price increase warrants it on the list. I also think most of you are familiar with the game and its sequels, but I want to mention it anyway. Solve a mystery in a secluded tavern and watch out for the murderer! You can play as a number of fantasy races — dwarf, elf, etc— and interact with a cast of colorful characters. It's just such a fun game, and it leads to a great adventure in the sequel.

Fallen Hero: Rebirth (40%) — Okay, okay, I know. You all have the game already plus, it isn't technically "old". Well, may this serve as an announcement that Fallen Hero is about to get 40% more expensive, and if by some chance some of you haven't played it yet, you should absolutely do so now. The sequel is coming, and it's held as one of the best IFs ever published. A reputation that, in my opinion, is more than deserved.

Happy reading! I hope you find at least one game that'll bring you joy.♡

#recommendations #oof this took longer than I expected #I tried to pick games with significant price increases #there are more but they're newer #other people's games #hosted games

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witchblood-if · 5 months

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Whoop whoop 'tis the season where blackbirds get so deliciously plump and round again and I wrote a couple of words again today (about 800) after weeks of no motivation! I also looked over the first part of the prologue again and corrected some spelling and grammar mistakes. I've also decided that for writing instead of Stimuwrite and just copy paste into the .txt file I will do the writing part with choices and corresponding text in a normal writing program (that 1. has spelling check and 2. does spelling checks better than grammarly) and then just add the coding afterwards. Wish me luck so that it actually may work.

(also psst but I am trying to get an update out until thr end of the year but please don't hold me to it ok)

(I've been spending a lot of money on CoG games lately but also have you read the Fallen Hero series? The Golden Rose? I am obsessed)

Hugs and kisses

-Carter

#interactive fiction #wip #ch: carter #witchblood-if

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jamesshawgames · 1 year

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LOL Imagine getting this salty over a freaking forum that you screw over your income and fans. HA HA. Now if you don't mind, I'll be playing Wayhaven, Fallen Hero, and Mage Reborn. Great books with authors that aren't overly sensitive crybabies. Line up next to the Mother Massacre author who came crawling back to COG after doing the same shit you did LOL Seethe and Cope

Thanks for the message moron. You enjoy your great books.

I'm not screwing over either my income or my fans. I've got a job. I'm doing fine. And the fans get the book for free, plus an integrated save system which COG, in all their pissiness, would never allow to be implemented.

At least I have fans tho. I get the strong feeling from your message that you don't.

#twattish asks answered

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year

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Breath of the Sky Ch 10 (SS meets BotW)

UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE :D :D :D

Okay okay, I'm not... entirely happy with this chapter but I'm not unhappy with it, either. It's just kind of awkwardly paced, I feel like, but if I kept going it would take a century to get this sucker out and probably even longer to read it. So here we are.

Summary: When Princess Zelda goes to the Spring of Courage to pray, accompanied by her appointed knight, a giant magical cog spitting out a goddess is the last thing she expects, but it is what she gets. Meanwhile, the Spirit Maiden Zelda is trying to figure out what the heck is happening and where her missing husband/chosen hero is.

(AO3 link)

Chapter 10: A King's Request

Something made a strange noise, pulling her from the inky darkness she'd slipped into. Light. There was light. Taking a slow, deep breath, Zelda furrowed her brow a little as the light pierced through her eyelids, casting an amber glow in front of her eyes.

Amber.

Her eyes opened in an instant. But she wasn’t drained and collapsing into Link’s arms in the Temple of Hylia. She was…

Ah. That’s right.

Zelda shifted, feeling the cotton sheet scratch her bare skin. She was a little chilly, but not uncomfortable, though she did shuffle under the heavy blankets a bit more, pushing some disheveled hair out of her face. She stretched briefly, feeling her blood flow through her body, and glanced to the other side of the bed. Link was snuggled under the blanket all the way to his nose, his fluffy dirty blonde hair barely visible. Zelda smiled, her heart full.

Last night had been magical.

Slowly, she made her way over to her husband, holding him close against her for some extra warmth. Link mumbled in his sleep, turning towards her slightly. She lightly rubbed her nose against his, giggling as he scrunched his face and sniffled in response.

And then she nearly jumped out of her skin when there was a knock at the door.

Heart racing, Zelda bolted up, looked down at her less than fit-for-company appearance, and then snatched the blanket and shoved it up to her chin. Link shivered a little, rolling away from her and taking the blanket with him.

“Link!” Zelda hissed in protest as her fluffy shield was stripped away.

There was another knock at the door. “Your Grace, Hero of—”

“J-just a minute!” Zelda said, trying to sound commanding and only succeeding in sounding like a teenager caught in the midst of breaking some kind of rule.

Looking around frantically, Zelda saw a sash in one corner of the room, her dress in another, Link’s trousers lazily hanging over the chair, and accessories scattered in multiple nooks and crannies. It was a veritable puzzle that she had to piece together. She scrambled out of the bed, face flushing as she immediately went to the window to slam the curtains closed (what time was it? She felt like she'd only just fallen asleep), and then began to gather different articles of clothing.

Link continued to snore in bed. Zelda glanced at him at one point, exasperated. How could he sleep through this?!

Zelda felt something sharp and prickly dig into her heel and she hissed, hopping on one foot for a few seconds, leading to her balance being thrown off as she unceremoniously face planted onto the floor.

Snoring continued to float lazily from the bed.

“Your Grace, Great Hero, is everything all right?” the voice called from the door. It was unfamiliar, whoever it was, and that made Zelda all the more agitated.

Groaning, she pulled herself up from the floor, now shivering. “Yep! Fine! Just another minute please!”

Her foot throbbing in pain, Zelda glared down to see that the offending object that had caused the injury was her headdress from last night. Grumbling, she grabbed the cursed item and threw it onto the chair where it was less likely to cause damage. From her vantage point, though, she could see her dress, all crumpled up by the bed where Link was wrapped up at least three times over in two different blankets, his hair sticking out like he was some freshly harvested vegetable.

Zelda hastily threw the white garment over her head, growling as it fought against her desire to wear it, pulling in odd places with different layers sticking up. This fit just fine yesterday, why was this being such a pain?!

After finally managing to at least get the garment to flow freely from her head to her toes, she padded over to the door, trying to take a calming breath and slow her frantic heart rate. She smoothed her hands over her hair—which she immediately regretted because she could feel how tangled it must have looked—and cracked the door open.

And promptly felt her heart get stolen from her chest.

There was a woman in front of her, roughly around her age, with copious amounts of thick white hair tied in a half up, half down style. Her red eyes were wide, somewhat nervous but holding a fierce determination to them, and her face was stony.

But her forehead… it bore a symbol that Zelda had only seen on one other person.

Impa.

“Who are you?” Zelda asked quietly as she slowly straightened her posture, the door opening wider of its own accord.

The woman in front of her genuflected. “Your Grace, I am Impa of the Sheikah. I come to—”

The rest of her message was lost to Zelda. Impa?! How could this be Impa?! This made no sense!

Wait. Wait. The princess… her name is Zelda. The Hero’s name is Link. This woman must be a descendant or at least of the same people as Impa, then. The name is an honoring, just as the others are.

Zelda took a steadying breath as logic helped calm her whirling thoughts. She knew she had to be right. After all, this woman bore little to no resemblance to the Impa she knew apart from her eyes and the symbol.

The current dilemma, then, was that she was genuflecting, clearly expecting a reply, and Zelda had no idea what she had said beyond her name.

Zelda felt her dress push into her neck uncomfortably, and she pulled the collar down her chest a bit, swallowing. “I’m sorry, Impa, I… I didn’t… it’s nice to meet you, but what is it that you want?”

Impa slowly glanced up at the disheveled teenager and bit her lip, her cheeks blushing slightly. She quickly looked down again, as if ashamed or timid, like she bore some secret that she didn’t want revealed. Zelda grew confused, felt her dress ride up at her neck again, and yanked it irritably.

“Your Grace, I come bearing a message – a request for an audience from the king.”

The king? What could the king want at this hour of the morning? Zelda felt pretty tired, and it was still early light out; surely this could wait?

She supposed she didn’t have much right to argue, though. The king had been nothing but accommodating, and he’d thrown the most extravagant feast in her honor that she’d ever seen, past or present. Zelda sighed, running a hand down her face. Suddenly she felt both obligated and frustrated. How much longer should this farce even go on? She’d come here to find Link. That issue had been more than resolved.

But everything that she’d learned last night…

“Very well,” she said. “I just… does he want me to come right now?”

Impa glanced up again. Zelda finally realized she would remain genuflecting unless told otherwise.

Interrupting whatever the woman was about to say, Zelda hastily waved her hand upward. “Please, get up.”

Impa obeyed, straightening and standing at eye level. It made Zelda almost take a step away. The woman’s gaze was strong, though not as stern as the Impa she’d known. But the red eyes were unique, something that undeniably reminded her of the servant and friend who had guided and protected her for millennia.

“Your Grace, I believe given the situation, it is best to take your time and prepare for the audience.”

“What situation?” Zelda questioned, growing more anxious.

Impa cleared her throat uncomfortably and folded her hands behind her back, tipping her head towards Zelda.

The confusion returned, quelling her worries. “What is it?”

“Your Grace… um, you might want to check your dress.”

“My—“ another firm tug on her collar “My dress is beautiful, I don’t know who made it, but—”

“Your Grace. Check your dress.”

Zelda blinked, bewildered. Looking down, she immediately understood.

She was wearing her dress backwards.

Her cheeks burned, and she knew they likely matched the same shade of crimson as the woman’s eyes. “Ah. Uh, right. Right. I’ll just… um, please tell the king I’ll see him after breakfast and… yes. I’ll see him later.”

Impa nodded mutely, her eyes downcast as she tried to help Zelda save face.

Link snored loudly all of a sudden behind her.

“Thanks!” Zelda yelped, slamming the door in Impa’s face.

Groaning, she turned around and leaned against the door, sliding to the floor.

Well that was a great first impression.

XXX

The morning air was sharp in his lungs as he inhaled with a hiss, dodging a blow by a hair’s breadth. The creamy white trident gleamed in the sunlight, its fiery rose highlights catching his eyes before he pushed the weapon away with his shield.

“Oh! Link, are you alright? I almost hit you!” Mipha said, withdrawing a step or two.

Link hated to admit it, but Mipha was right – she had almost landed a blow that he could usually dodge easily. He wasn’t sure if she had improved her technique so substantially in her absence or if he was that distracted.

Mipha had certainly grown in her fighting prowess, but Link would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little out of sorts.

After last night’s fiasco, he’d spent the rest of the party meandering with the champions. Mipha had kept him fairly distracted and entertained, and he’d appreciated the gesture. It had mostly worked, too, but then he’d gone to bed and the anxieties he’d started to feel came up and clutched him by the throat.

Least to say, he hadn’t slept well.

Link breathed out as evenly as possible. He’d found Mipha first thing in the morning for sparring – he needed to get the energy out, he needed to feel like he could handle this blade once more.

It seemed this wasn’t helping much.

“I’m okay,” he said with a small attempt at a reassuring smile. “Let’s go again.”

But Mipha was distracted now, her gaze somewhere over Link’s shoulder. Confused and a little concerned, he turned to see what she was watching.

Several feet away in an adjacent part of the garden stood in the Hero of Myth.

Link immediately felt his mouth go dry and his body freeze. The Hero hadn’t noticed them yet, staring off somewhere, standing in profile to them. He was wearing the white undershirt and trousers from his outfit last night, substantially more dressed down in its untucked manner. His hands traced along some bushes absentmindedly, gaze distant, face cool and collected. It reminded Link eerily of himself, and he didn’t know what to make of that.

Mipha nudged him from behind. “Link, you should go talk to him. Maybe you two can spar together? Imagine what you could learn from him!”

Link felt his world practically flip upside down. He couldn’t say no; he was too choked up to say anything. He prayed Mipha would notice that he wasn’t in the mood to speak.

Mipha at least picked up on something. His dear friend turned to face him fully, her hand resting on his shoulder, the one warmth in his entire frigid body. He felt a cold sweat start to materialize on his brow, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He felt like he wanted to burst out of his skin and was going to throw up.

“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly so as not to alert the Hero.

“How did you get this blade?”

The question had been nearly hissed, almost accusatory. Link had been agonizing over it all night. Had the Hero not believed the tale told by the bard? Had he doubted that Link was actually the bearer of the Spirit of the Hero? How could he tell Mipha that the person he was supposed to live up to thought he was a failure already?

He felt a sharp, agonizing sympathy for Zelda all of a sudden.

There was a sound in the garden up ahead, and Mipha and Link both returned their attention to the Hero.

He’d noticed them.

Link’s eyes locked with his, and his chest tightened so much he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know what to do.

The Hero of Myth watched them carefully, eyes boring into Link’s soul. His face looked pale in the morning light, and then—

And then he coughed harshly, bending over and rushing somewhere out of sight. Link could still hear him, and Mipha, the healer that she was, immediately ran to his aid.

Was… was he getting ill? It sounded like it, and it made Link’s own stomach churn uncomfortably.

Uncertainty held him back, but a natural empathy urged him forward. Link walked stiffly to catch up with Mipha, who had already run to the Hero’s side, just out of sight around a bend. When the two came back into view, the Hero was on his knees dry heaving into a bush with Mipha kneeling beside him, hand on his back.

“I’m going to get you some water,” Mipha said, rising. She looked pleadingly at Link. “Please keep an eye on him.”

A pang of irritation and horror combined into a strange mixture of a dizzying headache that made him snap to attention and want to scream all at once. Instead, he jerked his head forward in a stiff nod. Mipha watched him a moment longer, the concern in her eyes familiar, but it did little to soothe his anxieties when she’d practically thrown him at the one person he wanted so desperately to avoid.

He supposed there was little point in avoiding him now. His father would tell him to face his fears, anyway.

Link swallowed bile and awkwardly stepped forward, unsure what exactly he should do. Considering the cold reception he’d gotten last night, he was certain the Hero of Myth wanted nothing to do with him. He tried not to think about that.

“S-sorry…”

The weak, hoarse word was barely audible over the Hero’s pants for air, but it cut through the tension in an instant. Link shifted weight between his feet, wondering what he should say or do.

He really couldn’t say anything. He wouldn’t dare. Not after last night.

But Hero or not, this person was clearly feeling horrible. Link… wished he was better equipped for this, but…

The Hero glanced over at him a moment, pale and sweaty and suddenly looking so small. His eyes shifted from Link’s face to the sword on his back, and then he squeezed them shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Goddess above…”

Link stared, completely lost. Was the Hero disgusted at the mere sight of him?

Could this morning get any worse?

“Maybe you’ll have better luck than me,” the Hero muttered, his tone deep and dark and biting. Link flinched at the remark, and the one part of his brain that wasn’t just screaming really registered the words.

The response scraped out of him before he could stop it. “What?”

Oh goddess. Oh goddess. What did I just do, shut up shut up SHUT UP—

The Hero rose, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and facing him. He looked… incredibly tired. Placing a hand on Link’s shoulder, he squeezed it for a moment, some strange expression of empathy and worry and pity and guilt at war on his face, eyes constantly flicking from Link to the Master Sword, and then the Hero stepped away, letting his hand fall.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, walking away, leaving Link reeling in the garden alone.

What... what?

Link stood there for one, two, five minutes. And then he heard Mipha approaching.

Overwhelmed and confused, he ran back into the castle before anyone could find him. He...

He needed to talk to Zelda.

XXX

Zelda had come back to an empty bedroom after washing up, eating something, and putting on her knight attire. Though it worried her that Link was already up and about without her even knowing where he’d gone, she had still promised to meet up with the king to discuss… whatever it was he needed.

This was her last day of politely going along with this charade, however. Link was better. There was literally no reason for them to stay here anymore. They… they needed to go home.

Her mind whispered words that had been spoken last night. Legends of a calamity coming over and over again. She shook her head violently.

Maybe Link had been right. Maybe it was a different problem and they attributed it to Demise.

But it wasn’t just that, was it?

The king. The princess. They’re our family. We built this place.

She wanted to stay and learn more. She really did. But they’d just disappeared in the midst of a destructive accident back home. People had to be worrying by now.

Sighing, she clenched her fists and determinedly left the room, allowing the servant Impa to guide her to the main area where the king would be waiting for her. Following a Sheikah named Impa to her destination was so bizarrely familiar and out of place all at the same time that her world was spinning.

How could things be so different and so similar all at the same time? How could things be so astounding and amazing and magical and horrifying all at once? How could this place elate her and terrify her? It was like discovering the Surface all over again. At least here she had Link… but she desperately missed Impa now.

Zelda entered the same room as last night’s festivities, the one where she’d originally met the king. He stood on the ground level awaiting her, his face serious.

Zelda watched him warily. This… didn’t look good.

“Your Grace,” he acknowledged with a deep bow as the doors closed behind her, leaving them alone. “I hope you enjoyed all Hyrule had to offer you last night.”

Zelda lingered a little too long on what had transpired last night, and a blush colored her cheeks. She cleared her throat, shaking the thoughts and feelings away. “It… it was amazing. I appreciate the effort of showing us what Hyrule grows into.”

And she truly did appreciate it. Truly. But… she had a feeling that wasn’t what this meeting was about.

“Your Grace,” the king started slowly. “I… understand that traditions vary, that legends change depending on who speaks them. We did the best we could to maintain our history over the years, but I… cannot help but think that the story we gave you last night was not quite correct.”

Zelda raised her eyebrows in surprise. Had... someone actually figured out that she truly had no idea what the hell was going on? Had the king realized that, despite her past, she was still just a knight from Skyloft? Could she finally put her past behind her?

“I… do not understand the nature of your war against the Calamity,” the king explained. “Only that you and your Hero won it. However… the words spoken of its impending return are true. A prophecy was made many years ago, while my daughter was still a child. The Calamity will come.”

There was such a finality to those words. It wasn’t a matter of if the demon king would return, but when. Zelda felt the bottom drop out of her stomach as the cold, hard realization slammed into her.

Demise was still alive.

Golden Three. How was he still alive?! How was that possible?!

Was… was the king about to ask what she thought he was about to ask?

“Hyrule needs your help, Your Grace,” King Rhoam said finally. “…Zelda needs your help.”

Her mind immediately snapped back to the prayer last night.

“Goddess Hylia, I pray you give me the strength to protect my people.”

Oh. Oh, no. What… what were they expecting of her?

“My daughter is destined to seal away the Calamity, as you once did,” the king continued, unaware of Zelda’s internal crisis. “But she… she has been… having difficulty accessing her powers. She is the key to everything, and if she fails, Hyrule will fall. I… I beg of Your Grace. Please. Help my daughter fulfill her destiny. Help her defeat the Calamity as you once did.”

What?

She… he… he wanted her to be the princess’ guide? But—but she—this was—

What was she supposed to do? Was there a seal keeping Demise at bay? Where was the Triforce?

How had he survived?!

She had no plan here, she had no knowledge, nothing. Despite the confusion, despite the fear and the wonder and the chaos of her adventure, her memories had helped her at least know what she’d needed to do. She’d had a plan in place.

She knew nothing here.

“Where is he?” she asked. “And where’s the Triforce?”

The king’s expression turned to surprise and confusion. “Your Grace?”

“Where is he sealed?” Zelda asked slowly, hating everything about this. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d thought the war was over.

She heard Link’s screams in her mind. She felt her soul being ripped out of her body.

Shaking her head subtly, she pressed on, trying to keep her voice even. “Is the seal weakening? What about the Triforce?”

Was this the true reason Link had been thrown into the future? Was this some other plan Hylia—she had put together and she just hadn’t unlocked the memory yet? She… she’d sworn it was over!

“We don’t know where he is,” the king answered, shaking his head. “And the Triforce… the Triforce is an item of myth. I understand it must have been present during your time as the legends state, but… we no longer know of its location, if it even still exists.”

Zelda felt her blood freeze. She had sacrificed everything to protect the Triforce and it… was gone?!

“The ancient Hero of ten thousand years past was able to defeat the Calamity with the assistance of the divine beasts and the princess’ divine power,” King Rhoam spoke. “The Triforce was not used then, either.”

“No!” Zelda suddenly snapped, losing her mind and her composure. “Don’t you understand?! It’s not about sealing, it’s about killing – you can’t kill him without the Triforce!”

Her words echoed in the room, screaming in her mind. Brokenly, she said, “How can it be gone?”

This… this was a nightmare.

So this was what it all amounted to? Everything she and Link had fought for had been lost?

No, she argued back defiantly, closing her eyes and shielding her face with her hands. No. It isn’t all lost. Just look at everything around you! Look at the kingdom they made, despite all the odds!

But…

Impa. The countless beings in her memories. The humans who hadn’t been able to leave the Surface. They’d all died for nothing.

Zelda fell to her knees.

So this was why those legends existed. This was why Demise came back again and again and again.

But how had he survived the first time?! What could she do to stop him?!

Why was this happening?!

“I… I didn’t think it was possible to kill such a beast.”

The king’s voice was so quiet, so unsure, so frightened. Images of people hiding behind her and seeking her aid and protection seared into her mind, and a wave of protective ferocity drove her to lower her hands and open her eyes.

“Your Grace, I…” the king stammered uncertainly, looking downcast. “I have failed you. I do not know anything of the Triforce. But I… I beg of you, please… let me take the fall, but save my people. Help my daughter.”

Zelda let out a shuddering breath, and slowly rose. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how to fix this.

But she wasn’t going to just leave them like this.

“I’ll help,” she said quietly. “But I need you to do something for me.”

The king’s sad eyes brightened, filled with hope and eagerness. “What does Your Grace need?”

“Send knights to the place where I appeared. A lot of them,” Zelda instructed. “And guard that area so no one can access it.”

She wasn’t making the same mistake as last time, after all. Nobody was going through the Gate of Time.

Golden Three, was… was that why? Was that the reason Demise was still here, countless millennia later?

Zelda’s head was spinning. She couldn’t wrap her mind around this anymore.

“Of course,” the king acknowledged with a nod of his head. “I’ll send my finest soldiers, as will the other leaders. You will have an army of Hylians, Zora, Gerudo, Rito, and Gorons protecting it.”

Gorons? At least she knew what Gorons were.

She supposed she’d be sticking around long enough to figure out the rest of them.

How in the world was she going to explain this to Link?

Oh, Link. She knew that between the two of them he had probably been far more eager to go home. Not to mention…

The only way to defeat Demise was with his help.

But… Zelda wasn’t quite sure how this was going to work. Her entire plan had relied on the Triforce. Link had been chosen because of his unbreakable spirit – the criteria was literally that the power and allure of the Triforce wouldn’t corrupt him. Zelda had held Demise at bay, the Master Sword had guided Link, and…

The Master Sword. That knight.

This was… a mess.

“Thank you,” Zelda muttered, her mind already a million miles away from the room, spinning and confused and so utterly lost. She had no idea how she was supposed to fix this.

I guess I can start by talking to the princess.

XXX

Link was hopelessly lost.

When he’d first awoken to an empty room, he’d wandered outside. The sight of tiny birds was enticing, and it would provide a good distraction. As amazing as last night had been, it was over, and the heavy thoughts weighing on his mind were trying to return.

So naturally he’d had to run into that knight. The new Chosen Hero. The person whose life he’d probably destroyed from his own ineptitude. That had been an entire fiasco, and he was just trying to find his way back to the little house given to him and Zelda inside this large structure. He’d thought it would be easy to find his way back – this place couldn’t be that big, right?

He’d been wrong. This place was huge. He swore it was bigger than Skyloft itself.

Sighing heavily, he leaned against a stone wall as the fires crackled on the torches. He’d been up most of the night with Zelda, and it had been, well, incredible, but also now he was exhausted, he’d already gotten so overwhelmingly stressed he’d gotten ill, and he had no idea where the heck he was.

I’ve got to be close, right? He thought desperately, his head starting to ache.

Link took a fortifying breath and started to walk again. At least he’d finally adjusted to the climate. Surface Sickness could be a pain with the lingering fatigue it often brought, but he’d been down here long enough that he’d adapted. He was sure Zelda felt the same way.

Where even was Zelda? He hadn’t seen her all morning.

A familiar anxiety tried to well its way into his mind, but he shook his head. No one here was going to hurt her; he learned that much from yesterday’s celebration.

Whispers of doubts, worries, and observations started to overwhelm him, and he shook his head again. No. He wasn’t going to think about it. He would just keep moving forward like he always did. Everything was fine.

Link felt some hope spark within him as he saw a door up ahead. That had to be it, right?

Picking up his pace, he opened the door to find himself in an unfamiliar room. White and grey tiles lined the floor and were occasionally covered with red velvet carpet. The stone walls had many bookshelves lined along them aside from multiple arched windows. A desk was in the corner, a vanity on the other wall beside a large four post bed, and a massive spiraling staircase was in front of the wall opposite of him.

Link bit his lip. This wasn’t the room provided to him, so he wouldn’t find Zelda here. But he was so tired, and he couldn’t tell what time it was, but the sun was definitely still hanging heavily, slowly crawling up into the sky. His mind was a fog, trying to hide words of curses and malice in a haze that left him feeling incapable of thinking straight. A nap would do him so good; he could find Zelda when he could actually focus.

Making his way to the bed, he promptly collapsed on top of the blanket, immediately falling asleep.

XXX

Princess Zelda scribbled some notes into her research journal and then leaned back in her seat. After the festivities earlier in the night she’d buried herself in work. She was eager to talk to their esteemed guests about the guardians and the divine beasts, and she was even more eager to learn about their era. Perhaps they knew about the divine beasts? Perhaps they were the ones who had ordered their construction? It was hard to tell – the tales spoke of their development ten thousand years ago, but there were other myths of different heroes and enemies and she didn’t know how they all fit together. Organizing it all in her journal would help.

It also gave her confidence to even approach them. Her brief interaction with Hylia last night had been exhilarating, but there was still a degree of timidity involved. As for the Hero of Myth, he was somewhat of an enigma; his gentle and soft features were unassuming and kind, but his mannerisms sometimes were contradictory. He had much more confidence and boldness in him than her appointed knight; sitting on the arm of the throne so casually with his arm draped around the goddess was quite the gesture, and everyone had commented on it. Zelda wasn’t really sure what to make of him. Still, if she’d learned anything from her experiences with her friend, it was to not judge a book by its cover.

Closing her journal, the princess stood and stretched. She’d probably take a walk around the castle a bit before heading to bed. When she exiting her study, however, she jolted to realize that it was early morning light.

Oh. Oops. No wonder I’m tired.

The princess had a momentary panic as she thought about whether she had any duties to attend to in the morning. When her addled mind found none, she relaxed. Perhaps she’d have time to sleep for a few hours before she was needed. Zelda walked across the bridge between the tower and her quarters and thoughtfully made her way down the spiral stairs into her room.

And then she stopped dead in her tracks as she heard soft snoring.

Her heart racing, she slowly crept towards her bed to see… to see…

Is that the Hero?!

Princess Zelda stared, completely flabbergasted. The Hero of Myth Descended from the Sky was prone on her bed, not even under the covers, not even in sleep clothes of any sort. He looked like he’d just belly flopped onto the mattress and passed out.

Zelda looked around wildly as if she should find someone else in the room. What was—why was he—what was she supposed to do?! What was happening?!

To be in her bedroom – such an action could have someone thrown in lockup, but this was the legendary Hero, this was—this was…

Zelda just stared, her brain fried. She didn’t know what to do.

The Hero continued to snore quietly, undeterred by the princess’ anxiety.

Gulping, Zelda tiptoed closer to her bed. Perhaps… he was unwell? And he just found her room? Or perhaps he had wanted to talk to her? Oh goddess, had he been up all night waiting for her?! No, that doesn’t fit, why would he be sleeping in my bed?!

Following her initial logic, she looked him over to see if he looked ill. Although there were bags under his eyes, a testament to his heavy sleeping, nothing else seemed unusual.

Shaking her head, she reached a tentative hand out and lightly tapped the young Hero on the shoulder. Nothing. Zelda gave another, more confident tap. Still nothing.

She cleared her throat. “E-excuse me.”

The snoring continued.

Starting to grow annoyed, Zelda huffed, “Excuse me.”

The Hero shifted, just a hair, and Zelda’s confidence vanished in a heartbeat. She took a startled step away, but it was for nothing. The Hero remained asleep.

Now what?!

She debated calling a guard or even her father, but she thought better of it. It wasn’t like he was doing anything too offensive, she supposed, even if it made absolutely no sense. Should she keep trying to wake him up? He clearly was exhausted.

Zelda bit her lip. She’d lost her boldness from earlier, no longer wishing to disturb him. She… she guessed he could just stay there. But where was she going to sleep?

Looking around the room and stepping away from the bed, Zelda’s gaze fell on the comfortable red chair in the center. Well… there was that.

I don’t want to sleep in a chair, she grumbled internally, and a part of her was incensed to awaken the Hero once more.

Energized, she tried again, but poking did nothing, speaking did little more than make the man occasionally twitch, and huffing in exasperation fell upon deaf ears.

Good grief, he is a heavy sleeper!

Eventually, Zelda gave up entirely. She didn’t want to bother going to one of the many guest quarters as they were nowhere near her room – and the instant she left her room she’d likely get absconded into some matter or another. She was almost too tired to care at this point.

Resigned to her fate, the princess dragged her feet to the chair, trying to get comfortable in some awkward position, and attempted to fall asleep. Her neck started to ache at the way she had it on the arm of the chair, and she felt confined in her dress, which she didn’t dare change out of while the Hero was in the room.

Well, she supposed she could grab her nightgown and change in the study, but… she didn’t feel comfortable doing so. Besides, what would that look like if a servant came in? She would be practically indecent with a married man, the Hero of Myth, her bloody ancestor in her room.

Maybe since he was her ancestor it wouldn’t look as scandalous? Or would it be even more so? She didn’t know.

Zelda sighed irritably, but then a sound caught her attention. It wasn’t gentle snores. It sounded… it sounded like a whimper.

Stiffening, she listened and heard it again. Uncurling from her chair, she glanced in the direction of the bed to see the Hero turning, his brow furrowed and his nose scrunched in what looked to be fear or worry. Was he waking up?

The Hero continued to shift, looking uncomfortable, and Zelda realized that he was still very much asleep.

A nightmare. He was having a nightmare.

Did heroes have nightmares? What could possibly scare him?

Zelda shook her head. She should know better than to ask that now. Link was spilling with anxiety at all times with the pressure he was under. She wondered if he had nightmares too.

The Hero let out a small whine. Zelda felt her chest clench. She couldn’t just watch him like this.

Rising, Zelda slowly and hesitantly walked to the bed. The Hero was on his side now, facing away from her. His body was tense and occasionally twitched, and he was subtly curling in on himself.

He looked so incredibly vulnerable. So normal. He didn’t look like a mythical hero, or the progenitor of the royal line, or the champion who triumphed over the original Calamity.

He was just a person, like Link. Like her.

Grabbing a hold of her resolve with this thought in mind, Zelda placed both hands on his arm and gave him a hard shake.

The Hero inhaled sharply through his nose, and his body froze. His breathing, initially rising to a level of gasping, was now evening out in careful, measured inhales and exhales. Though the princess couldn’t see his eyes, she could tell he was now awake.

She cleared her throat, trying not to startle him. The mild jump that shook his entire body indicated she didn’t quite succeed.

Quickly turning onto his back, the Hero’s eyes pierced into her, his face a little pale. Zelda swallowed, her nerves returning under his deep blue gaze. She had grown used to long, silent glances from Link, but his eyes somehow seemed… she didn’t know, the lighter blue made them less mysterious maybe. This Hero’s eyes were dark, like oceans that held so much in their depths that she couldn’t see. He seemed to be analyzing her for a moment, making her skin crawl, and then his eyes softened, his body easing into a more comfortable posture.

“Hi,” he said hoarsely, and his face relaxed.

Zelda blinked, not quite expecting such a simple greeting. “Um… hello. A-are you alright?”

The Hero gave a small smile, his head tilting somewhat into the pillow, and Zelda felt her heart melt as her muscles stopped clenching quite so hard. “I’m okay. Are you?”

Zelda bit her lip. “You were having a nightmare.”

His smile faded a little, and he looked away. “It happens.”

Zelda didn’t know what to say to that. She hugged herself, unsure what to do next. The Hero sighed and glanced back at her, asking, “Is this your bed?”

Her exasperation from earlier resurfaced, and she folded her arms. “Yes, actually.”

He hummed a moment and then said, “Is this your side of the bed? Do you have a side?”

Zelda blinked. What?

“There’s plenty of room.”

Zelda blinked again, horrified. What?!

The Hero smiled and stretched, closing his eyes, and then beginning to fall back asleep.

Wait a bloody second— “Um, excuse me.”

The Hero opened his eyes.

“This is my bed.”

The Hero stared at her. “Yes?”

Clearly, there was a miscommunication going on here. Zelda felt her cheeks blush as she grew flustered. “So I sleep in it.”

The Hero twisted, looking at the other side of the bed, glanced back at her, and pat the empty space beside him, bemused.

Was he—?! “I can’t sleep with you!”

The princess didn’t quite mean for her voice to sound like a near squeak when she said that.

The Hero looked even more confused. “Why not?”

“Why not?!” Zelda spluttered, feeling her ears redden as well. “Because—because it isn’t proper!”

“Proper for what?”

Zelda stared at him, mouth agape like a fish out of water.

The Hero furrowed his brow. “A bed’s for sleeping, after all. And there’s plenty of room for you to sleep here too.”

Zelda shut her mouth with a click on her teeth. She opened it again to protest and came up with nothing.

This was… this was ridiculous. But she was running out of both nerve and energy trying to explain how this was not okay, thank you very much.

But… he looked… so confused.

Who was this guy?! This legendary Hero of Myth from the Sky was the biggest enigma Zelda had ever met, and he…

She sighed, defeated. “At least take your boots off.”

Her heart skipped a beat at commanding a legend as if he were a normal person, and then she banished the thought. He was a normal person; she was recognizing that more and more.

And he was certainly an uncultured person. Downright feral, even. Who didn’t understand basic etiquette?!

The Hero bit his lip, looking positively brow beaten. “Sorry.”

Before Zelda could say anything, he kicked off his boots, letting them fall to the side of the bed, and then he slipped under the covers with a content sigh, closing his eyes.

Zelda stared at him. Then stared some more. Then stared some more.

What just happened? Had she just chastised the ancient Hero of Myth? Had he just apologized like a child being scolded? And was he still sleeping in her bed?!

She sighed again, exhausted. There was no arguing at this point. And she was too tired to care. And…

You know what? Screw it. He’s innocent and naïve, there’s no harm to it… it can’t be that bad.

Grabbing her nightdress, she tiptoed to her study, quickly changed clothes, and then made her way back to her room. The Hero was already snoozing. She watched him a moment more, grabbed a robe and wrapped herself in it with flustered energy, and then took a deep breath and settled onto the bed as if she were lying on a bed of charcoals in Goron City.

She did have to admit this was much more comfortable than trying to sleep in that chair, though.

With that thought in mind, Zelda turned to face away from the Hero and settled into an uneasy sleep.

#breath of the sky #writing #Who knew a recurring theme in this story would be “Link snoozes peacefully while Zelda has a mental breakdown”#I sure didn't #Link sleeps where he wants #Zelda was raised on ~propriety~#in a society where Link is worried about how he's perceived and thinks that a knight and a princess can't have any kind of relationship #and in a society where Rhoam and Zelda are concerned about how they're perceived #this HAS to be a big deal to them #cultural differences woot woot #I think I gave almost everyone a mental breakdown in this chapter #they deserve it #that's what they get for holding this story hostage so much #anyway everyone's looking for Princess and it's gonna be fun when they all converge #hopefully this turned out all right #breath of the wild #skyward sword #breath of the wild link #botw link #breath of the wild zelda #botw zelda #mipha #skyward sword link #ss link #skyward sword zelda #ss zelda #king rhoam #legend of zelda

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meltingpenguins · 1 year

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Know what? Here's some more lowlights from Choice Of Games' shortcomings, aside from the obvious big ones (banning people from the forum for stuff said on other platforms, pretending important warnings have never been uttered right after deleting said messages etc), because we are in a mood for spilling tea: ☕

There's a game (the North by northwest meets Oz one) with a size of over 90MB due to the chapter graphics never being scaled down to a reasonable size. CoG has been told this several times. And has done nothing.

'A Kiss From Death' still has a G rating on some storefronts (It's definitely not a G rated game). CoG has been told this several times. And has done nothing.

Sergi's 'Open Season' game had a coding error carrying over from testing for the longest time that reset whether or not you had the 'Warning System' if you got it in the game before. Despite being told right of the bat, it took CoG about half a year to fix the coding error (that was on their end, as they are the ones adding in purchase code)

Talking about Sergi and 'Open Season': During the games' beta several (!) beta testers have been hit by panic and anxiety attacks due to how ignorant, belittling and ill-informed bit of the story that try to talk about mental illness, disability etc are, and have asked for these passages (which btw have no impact on the plot or character development) to be removed/rewritten. CoG has done nothing.

Jason forwarded private email addresses of betatesters to authors if he couldn't be arsed to forward feedback. He also censors feedback.

The insistence that a build in saves (be it like the plugin on dashing, or a *checkpoint function that would do the same as the save function seen in e.g. Tin Star or Fallen Hero 2) would be 'against how the games are supposed to be played' and a complete radiosilence when asks 'how' they are supposed to be played then, when people want that function to ward off frustration first and foremost.

The vitriol towards people that would ask to have the actual average wordcount per playthrough in the game's description. According to CoG having the wordcount with code AND the average per playthrough would be 'too confusing' for readers.

Similar vitriol/ignorance towards people asking to have a bit more in terms of descriptions on the release schedule than an elevator pitch.

Likewise having descriptions that are actually accurate to the game. Because so many games promise a story and features that are... just not there.

The inability to use tagging systems correctly. Oh, you WILL get a warning/first strike on the forum if you post 'wrong', but CoG can't be arsed to tag their dev/publisher correctly on steam, or use the tagging system here on tumblr correctly. They have been told several times now.

Do we have to mention the forum itself? The software they are using is very well capable of smooth, easy to navigate categories. And they've been told this...

The sheer ignorance towards some gems they have in their library. Meanwhile generally panned games seem to get all their love.

This just from the top of my head... Like good golly.

#choice of games #hosted games #interactive fiction #heart's choice #I'm almost inclined to keep an eye on my ban duration on the forum. Just to see if Jason or Mary increases it out of an tickled ego.

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yondamoegi · 1 year

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What did you think of the new Fallen Hero game? o: I'm assuming you enjoyed it judging by your art, haha. What kind of Sidestep did you have?

Oh, I loved it even more than I thought I would, haha. Even if I'm not a depressed mess I was back when I first played Rebirth, the game still feels like it was specifically to cater my tastes. I love superheroes as a part of corrupt goverment institution (I liked My Hero Academia for this too until it dropped in quiality), I love that we're a villain (kinda sorta, does it make me a villain if the government is corrupt?), I love my poor meow meow Sidestep going "This is stupid, but I'm gonna do it anyway", I love how we have like 3 personas to juggle, and NPCs react differently to them.

From a game mechanics standpoint, I love FHR too. I love how it has unskippable plot-points, meaning it has a strong story. But it also has a lot of variety so you can replay it a lot. Also I love that it doesn't use stats like many other COG games do, where I feel like I can't do whatever I want to do in roleplaying sense because my skill is insufficient and I'll fail for sure and the game will punish me. Speaking of bad outcomes, FHR is well-written enough and I feel safe enough to choose very bad decisions (showing Lady Argent my face?! Don't mind if I do!), because if I fail the game won't end and the outcome would still be entertaining.

I bought the game three times, in Steam, as a separate Androind app, as a part of Hosted Games app, because I do love it a lot, and also the game still has no Save function (yet?) to transfer my progress to next games.

As for the Sidestep, I changed some things a little between the playthroughs. But I am always super empathetic because I'm weak and I can't be mean to fictional characters. My favorite Sidestep is my latest one, booted from my save file from several years ago.

They're such a fail-cringe person, Argent thinks they're a weak cheater, Dr. Mortum doesn't think they're his friend, they couldn't take out the fire guy, they're so neurotic and angry and rude and, sadly, suicidal. But they have a team of ragtag mercs, an old lady who brings them leftovers, and a company of very good boy Herald. I hope they'll be okay.

So here, have this doodle of them being positive for once

#ask #silly talks #fallen hero #fhr #fhr sidestep #suicide mention

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