What We Really Need Is A Video Game With The Mechanical Sensibilities Of Dark Souls And The Aesthetic

Replaying AC Black Flag and it is hilarious how in the early portions in the game, Edward just stumbles through things and bullshits his way to success having no idea wth people are going on about when they mention Templar's/Assassins an just nodding and going along with it all.

Black Flag really was just about how two ancient and powerful organisations were fucked over by one (1) drunk Welshman who just wanted a paycheck godbless-

“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.

a gift for my wonderful friend @bigasswritingmagnet from her Girl Genius fic "Helpful, in a Heterodyne Sort of Way" wishing her luck on her new hyperfixation <3 (don't expect more of it from me tho I am but a visitor in this land kjdh)

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ID: 1. Full body of Saturnus Heterodyne, an old man with long gray hair and beard, wearing a maroon smoking jacket with a brass trilobite brooch, striped pajama pants, and slippers with a trilobite pattern. He enters into an open doorway riding on an ornate brass and gold steampunk-style chair moving on multiple spindly mechanical legs, gears and steam whistles tangled at the back. He grins and calls out, "Gilgamesh Wulfenbach!" 2. Extreme close up of Saturnus's face, his grin going a bit maniacal as he says. "Or should I say...Gilgamesh Teuful?" 3. Knees up of Gil in a plain shirt and trousers, sitting in a chair with his wrists shackled to the arms. He stares upwards at Saturnus with wide eyes. 4. Repeat. Gil looks uneasily to the side, as if searching for the right answer. 5. Repeat. Gil looks back toward Saturnus with a nervous grimace and answers, "...Should you?" /end ID

Dragongirl kidnaps a maid instead of a princess by mistake; comes back to her lair after a hunt to find the coins and gems in her hoard have been organized into neat piles sorted by type, value, and kingdom of origin.

i did old world blues with the animal friend perk and let me tell you i made SO many friends

my only 'gaming opinion' is that duke nukem gordon freeman doomguy and master chief all live in a big house together with matching pyjamas and nightcaps and they all tell each other goodnight 1 at a time before going to sleep in a big bed

like this. bffs