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//1099 July 10 4:49 PM Rhodes Island landship
‘An inventory issue sprung up as of late, missing records of PRTS combat simulations. And while the prospect of records turning to thin air is a worry, the more pressing matter was to re-record those procedures to restore our saved up recordkeeping, be it an Operator would require it for their own training purposes’
‘Mandragora’s delicate steps echo through the empty hallways outside my office, there still is a slight limp in her walking… perhaps that’s why she tends to use her staff as a support’
‘I shake my head free of those idle thoughts, getting back to the monotonous motion of looking through every batch of records, as since the missing records have not been detailed and instead of having direct information on what to replace, Kal’tsit suggested for me to pass the time looking through all of the past records to make sure nothing was amiss’
“Doctor?” ‘Of course this chore was accepted by me since it’s certainly a way to pass the time and get to read the colourful names chosen by our operators, I can almost tell case by case who named which tape, but I’m yet to poke fingers’
“Doctor!” ‘I flip through the box with ‘Dossoles’ written on it, no doubt the missions Ch’en had endured in Bolivar… It puts a smile on my face knowing the rigid Ch’en, once the captain of the LGD had to face off against an elderly Perro firmly seated in their modified jet’
‘Poke’
“Doctor just what the hell has gotten into ya?! Seeing ghosts in those boxes or what?” ‘Mandragora’s words finally strike me the same way my cheek gets firmly pressed by her staff, poking me once or twice before I swat it away in an annoyed grumble’
“Yes yes- I’m sorry it’s just busy work”
“Busy work?! I checked back on ya three times today! All you’ve been dealing with is more boxes piling up!” ‘Mandragora voices her concerns as she points her staff to the pooling amount of boxes around me, one side of my desk having those already viewed, the other being the ones not yet seen’
“It’s just a lot of idle chore… Recordkeeping had a slip up, some simulations went missing so it’s best that I look through everything…” ‘I say in a rather defeated tone as the prospect of Noir Corne, bless his heart, is no doubt still only half-way through delivering all of the records I will need to moll through’
“A-aha, missing records is it?” ‘Mandragora’s eyes nervously shifts her gaze to the pile of boxes rapidly- well not-so-rapidly depleting’
“Yeah… It’s not a thing you can assist me all that much with so I decided to dig away at this alone” ‘I shrug, closing up the box to put away onto the pile of catalogued records’
‘Mandragora grabs the box written with Stormwatch on it, her hands hurried and her eyes filled with a small amount of guilt’
“Don’t want me having another ‘coffee machine incident’ now do we? Ha, I’m sure… I’m sure I can be of some help-” ‘She tries to pull away the box, but I grab its other end in response’
‘I immediately get the feel that it’s empty’
“I- h-hey doc- let go of it- I’ll help just-”
“Mandragora… This box is empty, I feel like we both know this.” ‘I respond tiredly, having spent the entire day from morning onward on this matter at hand’
“I… Doc… How much trouble did these missing records cause?” ‘Mandragora asks, her voice drowned behind a layer of shame, letting go of the box with it not falling one bit as my hand pulls it onto my desk, quickly flipping it open to see it is in fact; empty.’
“None, seeing as they were yet to be used… Though with these missing… re-recording them will no doubt be the way to go” ‘I shrug, completely ignoring Mandragora’s guilt… I know those tapes were from the Hillock incident, a quite important event for Dublinn… and by turn’
“Mandragora… Did you take them?”
“Ha, bold of me to even try deny that, eh doc?” ‘She smirks, masking her guilt momentarily before she begins to flake and crumble’
“I admit it, doc… homesickness has been rotting away at this girl for as long as I first woke up in one of those hospital beds you lot have at your disposal…” ‘Her tail swishes low, her ears once again take their solstice position, her throat clenches up like last week had her go…’
‘She, instead of sulking away, meets my eyes’
“Ever since you mentioned watching records of me, I had the thought that if there is some of me… there is no doubt some of Dublinn too, I- I swear it wasnt me trying to be a malicious bastard… It’s just- Well-”
“Mandra… It’s okay to miss home, but please for the love of god don’t make yourself out to be a villain… It’s okay to request simulation records, they are there for operator training.” ‘I explain to her still guilt filled eyes not daring to take them off of me’
“I- aye… at first I only took a couple, but as it seems like I really did end up causing an issue despite being an assistant… Tara bless my incompetence, ha…” ‘With a defeated shudder she pulls her eyes away and stands there at the edge of my desk, looking at the empty box still’
“Did those records help your homesickness?” ‘I ask her out of curiosity, looking at all the boxes still requiring my gaze’
“Like no other, Doctor. Every time before I tried to remember Dublinn I just kept getting reminded of how that snake bit me in the back… left me to rot, hard not to think about them when ya don’t have masks to put actions to, and those records… They bring back the good ol’ days” ‘Mandragora crosses her arms, speaking with a slight uptilt in her lips, her tail swishing in a more active manner as her ears return to their more relaxed shape’
‘Mandragora’s gaze lingers on the box on my desk, reading the written on the side of the box, she sighs’
“Stormwatch… all these records are taken from Hillock… ain’t they, doc? Ha… Reckon I could even pinpoint who serviced the information…” ‘She slowly slides the box across the table, putting it near her chest’
“It was the last good time I fought alongside my fellows… to march by the true Dublinn… I was happy to serve with them, something that bastard took from me soon thereafter…” ‘Her voice sours as she stares into the empty box, squeezing her hands around it’
‘She cradles the box with an annoyed look on her face, scoffing as she shakes her head free of those repressed emotions’
“I’ll go collect those records… My fault anyways… bloody fidgeting round with tools I really shouldn’t have-” ‘She scolds herself further as I reach out to her’
“...?” ‘She looks at me in bewilderment, like I appeared out of thin air right in front of her’
“You mentioned those records helped you… And that’s all that matters to me, though I ponder…”
“Were these records accurate to your opinion?” ‘This question of mine silenced Mandragora for a few moments, her eyes shifting all around in a slow pattern, trying her best to really put her mind into words’
“Accurate enough if they were the retelling of who I think it is… Tch…” ‘Her tone sour as she looks to the side, beginning to walk towards the door of my office’
‘She stops a step before leaving’
“... Despite being accepted by you lot, none other than by you, Doctor… actually someone worth respecting unlike that bunny… Even so I just really fail to see” ‘She stands there, quivering, unreactive as I stand up from my chair’
“I really just can’t see myself being a member of Rhodes Island… I mean… hard for me to ever be sent on a mission, eh Doctor?” ‘She looks back to me with a bittersweet smile as I walk towards her, her stance unmoving like a statue’
“... Mandra, don't worry about things like that… would it be the right time for us to talk about Dublinn?”
“Tch, so bloody relentless… but I suppose it's the least I can do to repay… Just dont worry yourself if I get sappy…” ‘Mandragora chuckles at my relentless quest for knowledge, but nods, finally she's ready to speak her mind’
“Say, doc, were these records the only ones missing?” ‘She lifts up the box, which I nod to’
“Ha, made ya dig for nothing… I'm sorry, really… there won't be any others missing, or at least not by my hands there won't” ‘I can feel she's formulating an idea in her head’
“If I'm gonna pull my heart out over Dublinn… those records are a damn near requirement- I- Doctor…” ‘She shakes her head, looking to the box in her hands’
“Then it makes best sense if we watched those simulation records while you explained about Dublinn, right?”
‘Mandra wants to say something but my question stunned her for a moment’
‘Her cheeks turn pink looking at me before she quickly pulls her head away, putting a fist up to her mouth and faking a cough’
“Right out of my bloody mouth- I… I have a borrowed tape player in my dorm, we could view them through there… If you let me rob ya from your tactician duties, that is”
“hm, no, I think it's fine if I trust your word on that, plus I'd rather do this than dig through the endless piles of combat records”
‘Mandragora chuckles, a genuine smile on her face as she pokes me with her elbow, her staff tapping against the cold metal ground alongside our shared footsteps syncing up’
“Not even you are so infallible, eh Doctor?” ‘She asks, smirking as I look across the hallways, not many people being present, as most operators would likely still be out doing their duties, the day being far from open’
‘Mandragora scoffs at my silence, sighing’
Makes me wonder… how does Rhodes Island do it? Those records…”
“Hm? Something pressing on your mind?”
“Aye, how do you lot make such authentic combat simulations? Tch, beyond my backwater understanding” ‘She chuckles to herself as I walk beside her, tail trailing the ground and amber eyes snaking their way up the hallway’
“Oh- that- well, the PRTS system of Rhodes Island is naturally adept at creating the base of those simulations, records are made with my tactical input and different operators who had their data fed to the system, it was rocky at first but nowadays it's quite the well oiled machine!” ‘I start speaking with a mix of pride and excitement, getting lost in the moment before snapping back, it’s been a while since I’ve last tackled a batch of new records, though it’s undeniably enjoyable to run them through with a wide variety of operators’
‘There, beside me walking, Mandragora looked at me in silence for a moment, her eyes shine’
‘Something seems to tick within her, though I have not one clue what exactly, perhaps seeing me as a leader rather than a tactician?’
‘She stares at me for a few more moments, our steps in perfect synchronisation, she soon breaks her gaze and focuses on the end of the hallway soon coming to an elbow’
“Bloody hell, doc… you run all those simulations?” ‘She asks with a slight chuckle as we walk around the corner’
“Yeah, it’s a fun pastime to run those simulations… lets me minimise losses when on the field, though it's hardly ever possible for a truly clean mission…”
“Ha, I can relate… a lot of skirmishes fought with my men had less and less return… At first faces I barely recognized but then… everyone started dropping, I felt guilty at first… but it’s all bloody useless when this world feeds on death and engorges itself on suffering, eh doc?”
‘I nod in silence, thinking back on the amount of losses suffered through all our operations, despite my best efforts death is unfortunately a guarantee, some things are just out of our control and will stay that way’
“Mandragora- come to wonder… how exactly did you get a player?”
“Ha, now that you ask I do kind of wonder how an Operator is meant to view those combat simulations by themselves-” ‘She’s not so different from me, having led people the same way as me leading operations… yet she was broken, shattered alive’
“There’s a room for that-” ‘I nervously reply, still fogged in the mind’
“Ah bugger it all, got it borrowed from one of the greenhouse folk, Vulpo I think, certainly has a knack for flowers”
“Ah, Perfumer- didn’t know she had a tool like that-”
“Ha! That’s a bloody codename? Well mark me down as ‘Slingshot’ at this rate… Dublinn still wins over with their titles”
“Err… but doesn't your own codename go against the-” ‘Mandragora cuts me off in annoyance’
“Oh shut your-” ‘She puts two fingers on the bridge of her nose, taking a deep sigh’
“I liked those titles, they sounded imposing, and me having a different one would’ve ought to bring any Victorian highborn into a cold sweat… tch, shame I never got to see the face of one of ‘em dukes, you know what they say… Largest pigs squeal the loudest” ‘Mandragora seethes as we take the elevator down Rhodes Island’s facilities’
“Say… Mandra… what about the greenhouse crew? I mean I’m sure you met-”
“Aye, that one horned Sarkaz, Flamebringer. What do you want me to say? I tolerate the bastard…” ‘Her voice polarises into a rigid, cold tone, her eyes shining with gloom and resentment, her venom restrained though very clear that a wide variety of curses litter her mind’
“I’m glad you’re not outright aggressive towards the Sarkaz on this landship, even if-”
“It took a couple sights but I just have to keep reminding myself that this ain’t Tara, ain’t Victoria…”
‘Mandragora’s eyes follow a melancholic note as the elevator door opens in front of us’
“Rhodes island… where Sarkaz roam free, far from the savages that my kin saw their end with”
“Does it make it easier to trust them?”
“Trust… Huh, funny question, that one, doc…” ‘She leans towards me, shoulder brushing shoulder’
‘She points to the wound permanently etched into her body, she smiles in contrast’
“I’m afraid even your miracle work can’t help this lass out, wounds like this… wounds lacerating my mind either… they are gaping festering stains, and not something healable” ‘She shrugs, having accepted this matter, though her word choice puts unease into me, an oddly poetic description of her pain’
‘We walk in silence until her dormitory’s door stands in front of us, Mandragora quickly and deftly unlocking the door to greet me with quite the particular sight’
“Ha, do ya often go into other operators’ dormitories? I do wonder how much of an open thing this is…” ‘Mandragora asks, letting me into her dormitory as she stands by the doorway patiently’
“I suppose it’s like letting one into your house, quite the trusting thing to do, at least with how I see it” ‘I respond, looking around her dormitory’
‘The single room design had not let Mandragora falter, every surface, shelf, windowsill is filled with trinkets, earthen formations, even her bed space has been turned into a glorified shelf, whatever blankets and padding being put onto the ground’
‘After observing the details of her dormitory, cracked ceramic pots no doubt filled with rocks, my head turns to the centre of the room, records piled up around an old vintage looking cassette player, quite surprising for one of such machines to even be running these combat simulations, much rather in a resolution applicable for training data’
“A house, eh? Not helping a lass out much, lemme tell ya that” ‘Mandragora chuckles, closing the door behind herself as she reaches her staff up’
‘I turn around to see one of the cracked ceramic pots expand its wings, a miniature Tombkeeper greeting me from above as it handedly takes Mandragora’s staff into its hands, quickly retracting all its parts aside of the arms’
‘Mandragora looks to me, quickly spotting my surprised expression, a face funny enough for her to crack a stifled snicker’
“Ha- Doc, you pride yourself on your knowledge and then become surprised when the caster of earth casts of earth?” ‘She asks me half jokingly, reaching up to pat the miniature Tombkeeper, not much larger than a flowerpot’
“It’s not that- It’s just most Operators are quite careful with their Arts… after all it’s a volatile tool”
“Tch, suppose it makes sense if your Arts are all about bursts of energy” ‘Mandragora sighs, shaking her head’
“Doctor, I suppose you do make sense… I- Me and my lot only had tents to call homes, if even that… Time and time again my Arts, my staff provided me home… sanctuary…” ‘She looks to her staff for a few prolonged moment, eyes watery before being rubbed away by her arm’
“This staff… I like it, sure it may be far from my first staff but eh, home’s a home, innit doc?” ‘She looks to me with a choked out smile, trying her best to mask her repressed emotions’
“I’m glad you like it, though a lot of casters I’ve heard that their staff is rarely the one giving their Arts a personality… It’s all in the soul, do you subscribe to that belief?”
“Nah, a mix of things, Dublinn told me that much, at least… About which” ‘Mandragora sits down besides me, onto the layed out sheets crumbled from sitting there for prolonged times’
‘There is an unmistakable earthly smell to the room, not wild per se, nor any sort of bad smell, almost like a morning walk after rain, an oddly refreshing scent much too rarely blessed to Rhodes Island’s operators’
'While looking through the shelves of Mandragora's dormitory room, right beside the quiet steadfast grotesque of hers stood a small flowerpot with a blossoming yellow petaled flower sitting within it looming above my head'
‘Mandragora clicks in a record as the player starts to come alive, she grumbles smacking the side of the machine before looking to me’
"Hm? Looking at that flower? Ha, got a nice backstory behind it" ‘She says, moving her gaze to the yellow flower, already having gotten distracted’
"Oh? That so?" ‘I look back to her, slowly lowering and sitting down beside her with a sigh’
"Aye, frequenting the greenhouse to use my Arts idly led a girl to be quite a fan of my efforts, lil' bugger started calling me 'Big sis Mandy' and I just didn't have the heart to tell 'er off..." ‘She says, flicking her wrist in mock annoyance, looking to the flower herself before returning her gaze to the screen coming to life’
"Sounds a lot like Suzuran..."
"Oh, that's her name? Small lass with way too many bloody tails?"
"Yup, fits the bill alright, that’s her codename, an excellent supporter operator of Rhodes Island!" ‘I say, remembering her and Folinic’s moderately successful mission in Wolumonde’
"Ha, aye she is-- Wait a bloody second! Now what in Tara do you mean operator?!" ‘She looks back to me in bewilderment, baffled in tone and wide with her eyes’
"Well, an operator. Just like all other operators she-" ‘I repeat, shrugging, not fully understanding her issue’
"Oh no no no! Doctor run it by me again- an operator like every other, so she just... gets sent on missions?!"
"Yeah...?"
"..."
"..."
"Mandra your silence is scaring me-" ‘I defensively put my hands up to my chest, palms faced outwards and feeling a tad more dread than I had a week prior’
"So ya really do take everyone in… huh, welp, can't complain... I was 'bout her age when I first took up the mantle of Dublinn, bit a double standard for me to be calling out this sort of stuff..." ‘She huffs as the simulation starts playing on the vintage player, leaning back a bit as her breathing calms’
“Wouldn’t the recorder damage these simulation tapes… Hm, I wonder…” ‘I think aloud as the PRTS logo runs at the bottom of the screen, a lineup of the present operators just above it’
“Tch, if the bloody recorder didn’t by itself, me playing them again and again would be bound to turn these simulations into paperweight… but they still function well ‘nuff for this screen, don’t they?” ‘Mandragora asks, nodding towards the screen playing one of the missions utilising Dublinn enemies as the target enemies’
‘I nod as we both fall silent, picked up by the noise extruded from the player, Dublinn soldiers start to march as the recording deploys the operators in my predetermined order, though this time around my focus is more onto the behaviour of the Spectre force, Dublinn’s prime army’
“Those fellows up front, the ones charging alongside the dogs… Doc, what do you think they serve in the regiment?” ‘She asks, almost absentmindedly watching the same recording no doubt by the dozenth time’
“Light armour and fast moving, bearing Refraction they seem like a tactical vanguard team sent out to distract or otherwise overwhelm caster operators… Is that right? Mandra?” ‘I ask after my skim through review, inducing a cackle from the short Feline caster seated beside me’
“Ha, not for anti-Arts purposes, those fellows are just regular scouts… Almost felt alien when I first saw them after so long…” ‘She chuckles as the scouts are stopped by a rudimentary defence formation’
“Interesting, I always considered Refraction to be one of the more expensive parts of Dublinn, or atleast a costly endeavour for proper planning…”
“Tch, thank the shadowcasters for this, their boss in specific- Bloody madwoman but she had her heart at the right place, you’d be hard pressed to see a Dublinn mask without that bloody chant etched into it, only Dublinn ya see roaming the battlefield without it either would conflict with their Arts or with their tools…” ‘Mandragora chuckles as she continues to witness her soldiers getting slaughtered by a single anti air sniper, their light armour proving futile against even the weakest and swiftest of offence’
“Ha, bloody miracles these folk were, plenty of ‘em heavy drinkers!” ‘Mandragora alludes with a chuckle, a smirk despite watching her kin be made an example of’
“Interesting, how did you utilise them in your own group, Mandra?”
“Ha, us lot rarely fought casters, for one… and what casters we did fight, they were barely a match to the refraction much less the crossbow fire some of those folk were armed with…” ‘Her tail flicks as I get to take a good look at her dormitory once again’‘The floor is oddly clear with only the blankets covering the small portion we sat on, the evening sky shining orange behind the record player as I soon come to notice the pillows we’re seated on lying in wait below the blankets’
“Haa… a bit alien to see scouts, by the time of Hillock all of my squad were put to a higher standard, and by that a much more potent smell of alcohol”
“Hm, suppose war comes with its own bounty… especially when parting with one of Dublinn’s finest”
“Tch… don’t bloody call me that, but I suppose you have some right in ya words… Heh… here…” ‘Mandragora starts to chuckle as her shoulder brushes against me for the second time this evening’
“I’d reckon those bastards have enough booze in their system to start fermenting when one flops over dead’ good times…”
‘I nod along with her as my vision realigns with the record’
‘Just as the last scout gets shot down by the anti air sniper, the red entry points flood with Dublinn Phalanx units, their helmets shining red as their refraction flows into one another's’
“Ah, here they bloody come… brave bastards they are”
“Hm, they get a benefit from staying next to each other… is it in relation to the Refraction?”
“Ha, hardly… These lot are trained to work together, ol’ Gaulish tactics the last time I heard, a bit odd for us to use a dead nation’s techniques… But it certainly helped being a backbone against Victorian soldiers”
“Doctor… How would you go about commanding these lots? Scouts and Phalanx…”
“Hm, a good question… Rhodes Island doesn't usually work with high numbers of operators, we much rather work like a scalpel than a sword…”
“Hm… aye, I also preferred to lead small squads… the unavoidable death of dozens with each mission… Soldiers ain’t meant to die like that…”
“I suppose with how they are used in this case is understandable… though the Phalanx needs a more violent squadron to back them up. Their shields are sturdy but the blades won't be enough to break the line”
“Oh Doctor! Just wait till the casters show up” ‘Like clockwork, as soon as the words left Mandragora’s mouth in a spark of excitement, the angular masks of Dublinn’s shadowcasters follow the Phalanx backline’
‘An ambusher is deployed in front of the defence line, a medic operator joined beside the sniper as casters prove futile unless the refraction is circumvented’
"Mhm... and those... you know who those are, don'tcha?"
"Dublinn casters, right?"
"Ha... and green grass, Dublinn didn't have one type of caster! Just- \*yawn\* how you were a caster mattered a whole lot as to who you've been trained by”
‘Suddenly from the furthest point far behind the backline of Dublinn’s assault a ball of flame rides past the marching band, striking and putting the ambusher into a critical state. It quickly makes the medic focus on the sole ambusher, guards replacing the defenders. Deployment points are quite low.’
“Round mask there... the one hurling balls of flame, that's an evocator... quite the high names in a group, and they bloody deserve to be \*yawn\* gawking the lungs out I mean just look at those flames!" ‘Mandragora excitedly refers to the purifying flame striking the ambusher alongside the relentless stream of more common Arts flung by its shadowcasters’
"Ha... ha back when purifying flames actually meant a shite..." ‘Her tone once again sours, the pendulum hits its other end once more’
"What about the ones with the more angular masks? The one in hoods that came before? They seem to be a lot more agile and plentiful by comparison"
"Ha, unsure what the… ‘Victorian’ had in mind about them. Shadowcasters were about as common as evocators back in Hillock, but thank a bleeding criminal for thinning their numbers out... barely had any remaining in Dublinn, all were basically in my novel hovel of a regiment..."
"Mhm, what makes them different? And which one would you say you belonged to?"
"Ha... s'pose I'm a third branch, the evocators trained from The Leader, or rather Loughshinny on a good day... and the shadowcasters... Ha, let's just say they got taught by a woman a tad less focused on hiding her face than how The Leader presented herself, a bloody miracle, pioneered the Refraction and a whole lot of common casters were put to use under her tutelage…" ‘She sounds less bitter and more spiteful towards this idea of a caster’
"Hm, I did notice that they did utilise common Arts... interesting how non-Infected casters are able to match the elite casters of Reunion"
"Reunion...? Ha, weird name, but those are hardly anything but common, suppose that the system these training records were based on was blanked when it came to these blokes..."
"Hm? How so? They certainly seem to be quite powerful, if not overshadowed by their flame casting comrades..."
"Ha, shadowcasters ya rarely saw on field, usually taking up a support role while the more know-how having folk did the beheading part of war…"
"Robbing blokes of their senses... a good ole' trick, and certainly a way to let a Victorian open their guard for a good bashing, be it sight, hearing, touch… Ha, got to meet some good shadowcasters, though on the battlefield you’d be first to soil yourself over the balls of fire rather than the blinding darkness of this lot" ‘Mandragora chuckles as the Dublinn assault had been melted away’
‘A dreadnaught guard is deployed to combat the evocator on a one on one combat, with its health lowering both combatants were on death's door before the round masked caster fell to their knees’
‘Mission complete’
“I’m learning a rather good amount from your explanation… Maybe we could alter the shadowcasters to fit closer to how you envision them” ‘I go to stand up, having a lot of culminating thoughts about strategy and methodology to gnaw through’
‘Grab’
‘Mandragora’s hand holds onto mine, preventing me from rising’
“Hey… doc… I know it’s getting late, but this is a nice pastime, don’tcha think?” ‘She asks rather innocently as I sit back down and look to her’
“It is, really- Though… the sun is soon to set and I…”
“To be the one to set the sun… That was Dublinn’s motto, doctor…” ‘She looks to me with a pained face, her amber eyes shaking a little, a small tear forming around her eyes’
“I just… I’ll take some extra bloody hours just- Allow me to talk about this a bit more- please…” ‘She looks at me, amber eyes deflected from my gaze’
“I can stay, Mandragora.” ‘I pat her back as I nod’
‘She hurriedly leans towards the player once more, my hand supportingly lingering on her back, she quickly flicks the played simulation and puts a different one in just as fast’
‘The simulation plays, the same Dublinn soldiers but in a far more adverse number, a more strong selection of operators being there as a countermeasure for the increased frequency’
“Among the lads, y’see the ones with the flamethrowers?”
“I think so, they stick out like a sore thumb, don't they?” ‘Mandragora asks before sighing as the recording plays an executor killing the flamerazer, causing a chain reaction with its following brethren’
“Mandra? You sounded oddly deflated there- is everything okay…?” ‘I ask, feeling her push against me a tad more, leaning her head onto my shoulder’
“Just… this PRTS is painfully accurate with their deaths…”
“Hm? How come? What’s wrong?”
“I'm just remembering an incident with my old regiment, thirty some bastards died in a chain explosion… a flamerazer surviving their backpack going alight is the exception… not the rule”
“Mandra you sound worried I- we have base mission data where they aren't being slaughtered-”
“Ha, I bloody told you it doesn't matter! it almost… Makes me happy knowing some did die earnestly fighting for home… Good comrades deserving of a good end” ‘She snuggles next to me as the dormitory gets chilly in the evening time’
‘A large shield wielding Dublinn enters the battlefield from the red box, marching along as its camouflage brethren walks from the opposite side’
‘An executor is quickly deployed on the blade wielding counterpart, swiftly disposing of them’
“Ha… even you make mistakes sometimes, doc…”
“I wasn't familiar with their technique at first…”
“\*Yawn\* You still had your mind at the right place, keep ‘em away from each other… a Companion Knight and a Shadowblade together spills danger… keh… Doc, could you believe me they can get even more lethal?”
‘A dreadnaught is placed on the shadowblade as the shield wielder meets the steadfast frontline, the comparably unassuming sword of the large defender proving futile against a competent defender operator’
“I can… hardly imagine, when together the two are a nigh impossible combo unless the shadowblade can be too, damaged by a splash attack”
“Tch… had a group of rather talented fellows of this branch, they valued individuality a whole lot- Like the old knights of Minos they nabbed the combat technique of…” ‘She looks as the shadowblade breaks free but the shield wielder is long dead, meeting the frontline in an already weakened state, they quickly pass’
“They trained my group well… split ‘em into pairs, sure they lost their versatility in partnership but by Tara…” ‘Her tail curls around my leg as she sighs’
“They were a sight to see, sturdy like no other paired with an agile bastard like no other…”
“It’s rather impressive, Mandra… Commanding over them must’ve been calmer, knowing that they know how to defend the other”
“Hmph, read my mind again… While I lost some, no doubt… There still were far less faces lost than sending scouts… By the time of Londinium they were the largest part of my group, a devastating force for sure… or rather too rowdy for the snake to coil around…”
‘She spits her words as she slumps against me further, using me as a prop to fall over asleep’
“How would you command this lot, Doc?”
“Ambushing, most definitely… they seem self sufficient, two could be sent out for missions requiring a lot more less well prepared operators.”
‘From the fall of the companion knights, on the other side of the map a series of Dublinn soldiers dash past a series of pitfalls, floatation equipment preventing them from a fall, naturally a ranged guard and an anti-air sniper being stationed to prevent their attack’
“Hah… there they are… the scouts of my old crew”
“Hm, they are certainly more… equipped than the other Dublinn scouts”
“Hehe… it’s a funny story… we took a whole lot of mining equipment… And once sufficiently drunk, any true Taran knows how to use high impact mining gear, hehe…” ‘Her tired chuckles bring an equally as exhausted strain of logic behind it’
“What about the refraction? Neither shadowblades nor these float guards have them”
“Ha, shadowblades do have a Refraction! It gives them camouflage, and for the float fellows… well, blame mistress Arch Shadowcaster for not bothering with anything mechanical… Bloody hag still carved by Tombkeepers but those visors were just too much”
“Well I mean carving on a visor would obscure-”
“IT HAS METAL PARTS! Tch… arrogant bitch she was, but oftentimes reasonable enough…”
‘She reaches back in, flipping over to yet another record as my eyes start to get dizzy and tired’
‘The trumpets play, the PRTS logo flashes, the simulation plays as the night grows blue and dark behind its screen’
“This one stuck with me a lot… Doctor…”
‘The map plays, from scouts to defenders of Dublinn slain before the music hits its high point’
‘Tombkeeper grotesques pour out of the red boxes’
“Ha… my dear creations… I brought thirty or so into Hillock, still reckon a lot of ‘em are still flying around in there” ‘Mandragora smirks, laying back and prodding onto me’
“They are a sturdy and… quite annoying enemy, must say…”
“Ha… thanks doctor… being an annoyance to such a brain of yours is truly a… \*yawn\*”
‘There is a wide smile on her face’
“Privilege\~” ‘She teases, falling her head onto my shoulder’
“Mhm… their flight is a good gift, being able to ignore terrain… if only they had a more imposing damage output…”
“Hehe… not everything’s a simulation, doc, I’d reckon my little staff holder could pull a couple heads off, imagine a combat sized one? Picking up folk left n’ right- \*yawn\*”
‘And there, at the midway point of the map, Mandragora walks out of the red box, stones immediately gathered around her staff as each strike of it against the earth moves her further one step’
“And there I am…”
‘Mandragora advances down the lane, destroying operators left and right in her way while the real Mandragora grapples against my arms, hugging it’
“Doctor… this simulation… makes me look so infallible… like a god… a ruler…”
“An absolute monster… a relentless and lethal beast-”
‘I put my hand across Mandragora’s waist, pulling her towards me in an attempt to reassure her’
“Mandra… You’re no monster, you’re a commander…”
“Not anymore… just a shadow… and worlds apart from this ideal version of me, a formidable caster who demands the battlefield to flow around herself… all but a pathetic kitten left astray…”
“Mandragora… I think it’s time you abandon that idea of you being alone… After all… I’m here, and I’ll be here for as long as I’m needed by Rhodes Island… You’re far from astray… and even if you’re not a juggernaut like that… It doesn't matter, Rhodes Island has backups, you alone won't need to battle armies… Not alone”
‘Mandragora wraps her arms around me in a tight coil, wagging her tail against the ground in a mix of excitement and tiredness’
“Haha… Thank you doctor… I- I appreciate the sentiment… and having escaped the grave three times… I’ll do my best to serve Rhodes Island in return… even if I need to dance with death again and again…”
‘Her breath is hot against my skin as her tone lowers to a personal tone, abandoning any of the outspoken demeanour, my hand gravitates to her head as I start patting her hair and ruffing her ears’
“Doctor… stop…” ‘She tiredly tries to swat away at my hand as she slowly loses herself, falling back and adjusting herself to lay down properly’
“You can be quite cute, Mandra…” ‘I can’t help but smirk at the small Feline caster looking up to me with sleepy amber eyes’
“... Hehe… Doctor… once you send me on a mission… I know I’ll be safe…”
“...Leader…”
‘The simulation ends as the screen waits for a few moments’
‘Mandragora starts quietly snoring beside me as the screen goes black’
‘I am left with silence, the blue shade of the window passing through the dormitory, I take one look at the trinkets again’
‘A piece of her old staff rests on one of the shelves’
‘The shelf which has the gargoyle bares the fellow ceramic pot, between the two standing the yellow flower trying its best to bask in the light, even if it’s the moon which provides’
‘Accolades of weird stone modules made by Mandragora letter countless shelves, what once used to be her bed now repurposed to a workshop of sorts’
‘I look down to see her slender pale arms hug onto me, my palm resting on her chest and over the wound’
‘I ponder how painful it is for her to feel touch against it, even her uniform alone would cause intense pain, no doubt’
‘I slowly lay down beside her, moving the pillow up a bit so I have something to rest my head on’
‘Mandragora naturally starts to snuggle closer to me, seeking warmth’
‘I wrap my hands around her as she nuzzles into my neck, unsure if she’s even fully asleep or playing a prank’
‘She weakly coils her hands around me once more, mumbling against my coat’
‘Her body is warm, very warm, each one of her motions is noticeable just by the heat difference alone’
‘Her heartbeat is fast, so is her breathing, her ear flickers in the dim light before I too shut my eyes’
//1099 July 11 6:06 AM Rhodes Island landship
‘I arrive, my coat slightly dishevelled and still bleary eyed as Mandragora walks beside me, holding my sleeve with her hand’
“Doctor… I’m sorry for-”
“It’s fine, told you once, I was happy to sleep beside you…”
“Ha… no, not that… I’m sorry for saying this but… being beside ya sure made a lot of the usual nightmares evaporate…”
‘I sigh, opening my office door’
“Mandragora you’re not suggesting we-”
‘I open the door to be greeted with a pile of boxes, I try to look inside my office but it’s all boxes’
‘It’s all boxes’
“What is that man made out of…”
“Doctor are all these-” ‘Mandragora voices her concerns as she reads one of the boxes’
‘Break the Ice’
“Yeah… all combat records”
“Ugh- lemme get some of my rocks and make a cart to carry ‘em all… Least I can do after… That…”
“Mandra… you make it out to be more than what it was”
“Truth is, doc… I’m likely underselling”
“Thanks… once again, I’m… it’s an honour to well…”
“I know what you mean, I’m equally as glad, now go get your rocks because if I touch this I’ll likely get crushed immediately…” ‘I say gazing to the incredible towers of combat records no doubt carried by Noir Corne for hours on end’
‘I gulp knowing the amount of favours I owe to him now’
Overall review: 10/10 she was so SO huggable and cuddleable it's unreal, so warm, her breathing was soft, her heart rate was high and she kept yapping WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT??
Haha go check [TOPH](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1q7qiWfA9UmePtXbAmAWLd427zEsWtvAAaa7jR0rn7fs/edit?usp=sharing) out I am not asking.
Check back with ya boy Newspaper for next week's Mandragora review: Kiss review: Mandragora
That'll be me for today, copium is strong, love you all. | r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-14-08 |
Finally, a worthy opponent | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-14-08 |
can get higher, week after this will be short, two weeks after is gonna be date review and that B is gonna be fucking 50 pages atleast
I'm in it for the long con, also my sanity has depreciated servery | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-14-08 |
I don't think your sanity was pretty high even before writing this tbf. Welp, time to read it now | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-14-08 |
# Cuddle review
based
Head-pat review next? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-14-08 |
Kiss review up next, but it will include headpats | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-14-08 |
Doctor... It's been a year... You have to let her go... | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-14-08 |
bro wrote an entire thesis on cuddling anime girls
respectable | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
bit weird cuddling a corpse covered in sewage but you do you my dude | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
He isn't cuddling you tho... | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Dear lord. This isn't a meme, it's a small book. Like that ace combat lore meme. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Hand holding and pleasant conversation review when? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Damn that's a lot of words | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Someone please make rock cat playable for this guy | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
10/10 would proteccc best daughteru | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
**NEVER** | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
I was expecting a shit post. Then i started scroling... and scroling and scroled some more... dam | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
the shitpost is my long term decay of sanity | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
You going to wrote a book of smut next thusday or is mandragora not ready for that.
*i know nothing about the mandrs outside she is cute and she gets crushed by a huge concreet slab.* | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Powerful. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
“So,” indigo eyes stared down into the MeeCradle, a self-rocking machine with four different speed settings and adjustable height (name and patent pending). “This is my brother’s little troublemaker.” He had his mother’s hair, but otherwise he was every bit a Lung.
Nian looked up to look at Mayer, who was resting on the couch now that she was finally cleared to return home. “Are you sure you don’t want me to craft a weapon for him when he’s old enough? Or at least a better cradle? I mean, in a few months he’ll outgrow this one, and-”
Mayer leaned her head back onto the couch and sighed. When she married into the family, she wasn’t expecting Chongyue’s siblings to be so… confident in their contributions.
“He’ll become an artist, Nian. A great calligrapher, even.” Dusk did her best to stare down her sister, her Arts (or whatever it really was - Mayer knew what Arts looked like, and this wasn’t it) manifesting as billowing clouds of ink. Small, miniscule ‘Biteys’ were already crawling up the MeeCradle, getting a good look at her little boy. “Under my tutelage he’ll become the greatest painter in Yan. No, in all of Terra! And he won’t need any weapon of yours at all.”
“The only art direction he needs is the one from my movies!”
“If he follows after your footsteps, he’ll be teaching you cinematography from day one!”
The weight on the couch shifted to the side, and Mayer looked over to see Ling sitting down next to her, a deep cup of alcohol in each hand. “Honestly, such forward thinking oft results in neglecting the joy of today.” One of the cups was thrust right into her chest, and Mayer did her best to keep the drink steady. “Come! Let us siblings celebrate as one to welcome the birth of our new and dearest addition!”
“Ling, the doctor says I really shouldn’t drink while I’m still-”
The woman heard nothing as she downed her cup in one go. “Nonsense, nonsense! It’s my special brew - one perfect for nursing mothers. I’m surprised that modern doctors still haven’t figured out the secret. I’ve even perfected a learning course for babies and young children to learn to appreciate the fine art of brewing. I guarantee he’ll love it.”
“Look, I don’t think it would be a good idea to do that. You don’t even know if he’ll enjoy drinking and you’re already-”
*Ding dong*
“The door!” Finally a saving grace from the sisters! Shoving the cup back into Ling’s hands, Mayer quickly crossed the distance and nearly threw open the entrance.
But instead of Chongyue, there was yet another Lung woman. The other sibling, Shu, who then gave her a big and bright hug.
And boxes. Boxes and boxes, so many boxes behind her. Enough boxes to make her doubt if she could fit them all.
“S-Shu! So glad you could make it!” Mayer carefully eyed the packages after the woman finally let go. “And uh… What’s all this for?”
“It’s baby formula!” Had she been any more enthusiastic, grass and flowers might just sprout beneath her feet. “I personally made it, so I know it’s perfect. And while you’re nursing, I’ll be managing your dietary needs to make sure you’re getting the perfect balanced diet.”
Shu finally looked Mayer in the eyes. “So, where can I put it all?”
---
Pros:
-Your child will be the safest child in Terra, and you will never have to worry about feeding or clothing them.
-The child probably be immune to from MRD (Magic Rock Disease).
-You will probably have infinite money.
Cons:
-Your agency in raising any children will be contested 100% of the time, maybe even before they are born.
-Family meetups are really just a working holiday, and no one is happy about it.
-You will die long before any of them get a single wrinkle.
Anyway, that's my take on the meme. Yes, I'm just advertising my silly Ao3 fic, but the epilogue just seems to fit the template, so take it as you will. | r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-14-08 |
Chongyue X Mayer? Now that's a rare pair indeed! I approve. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
The weird thing is that it's not so much of a ship for me, but i thought of something incredibly dumb and I had to write it. If you're interested in the full piece, you can find it here:
[https://archiveofourown.org/works/57629128/chapters/146643871](https://archiveofourown.org/works/57629128/chapters/146643871) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
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Yo wtf you’re a Pioneer (Columbia Reference) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Pioneer? Like the hit arknights operator Saga? Who's second skill states that: Immediately obtain 4 DP. Deal 400% Physical damage to at most 6 ground enemies within a cross area, then execute any of the enemies that are Critically Wounded. Can hold 3 charges. THE saga arknights with such banger voice lines like: aburaage and Natto Gohan? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
The OG horndog 🔥 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
[So YOU are to blame for this rampant degeneracy!](https://youtube.com/shorts/frxFh-opxbA?si=sAdWBR99Q6eG5heg) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
And with male operator too! That's rare | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
The Man, The Myth, THE LEGEND HIMSELF. I REMEMBER THAT POST. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Your a real one 🙏 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Men 🤤 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Yeah, I'm basically one of the founding fathers, Josh Hamilton of whatever his name was | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
How does this affect Hoederer's legacy, who can Lose 100 HP every second. Enemies that have attacked and been attacked by Hoederer receive 200 True damage every second. Attack Range +1 tile, Max HP +15%, ATK +30%. Attacks recover 5% HP and have 25% chance to Stun the target for 2 seconds | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Would, he is caked UP | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Oh boy. You're gonna love my next work. (Hopefully) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
I can't wait | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Let's just say a certain horse is involved, but femdoc is gonna be the meat instead. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Men, indeed
*Shamelessly self promoting my Enciodes say gex sex review* | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Dokutah, your clue has been terminated. You have not completed stage 0-10 - Enough Karma yet. Closure and I will be waiting for you here while you complete it. - Amiya
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After MONTHS begin scracthed over by her nails... begin biten over by her sharp fangs, and dominated by her crazy strenght... I Did it
So, everynight Lappland would top on me, impaling herself and holding both my arms to be sure that I wouldn't dare to escape, quite a few times she would place her mouth on my neck and shoulders, just to mark me as hers
And yeah that's what I'm, her meat dildo, what else could I do?
But then... I did it, I whatched all the scenes repet over and over again, of her fucking me and almost breaking my pelvis some nights, I saw every weak point of her... and I started to plain my way towards domination
It first started on a normal day at Rhodes... I bought quite a few things with goodenough... and when the night came, I saw it
The white haired lupo walking towards me
I Knew I had a week without her, probably because of her period, but now I knew, that I was not safe, her period is over and her lust is high, I'm supposed to deal with it
When she first aproached me, usually she goes around, and tries to get behinde me like a wolf sneacking on its pray, and she goes by, bites my ear and asks for the night
This time was diferently, we got to meet each other and I pulled her for a quick kiss in front of some few squads, her face got red and she hot stuned over it
"Should I wait you in my room dear?"
This time I was the one in a teasing offensive
I got no response, she just walked her way, but I knew that she was coming
Later on that night, I was reading "art of war" on my room... until I felt a disturb in the air... I prepared that "Toy" I bought with goodenough... a handcuff
I patiently waited... until I saw it... a hungry wolf lookinf at from from the corner of my room
How did she got here? Just like the other times, which I don't know how
She waited me to get distracted... and I knew it, I played as if I didn't realized that she were on my room, and got myself back to my book
Then... the wolf jumped on me, and I managed to dodge, Lappland landed on my empty bed, and looked at me
"You were the one who teased me, know, take responsablity"
That's what she said, before jumping on me again and pining me down against the wall
Over again, I got overpowered, and soon enough or lips has been sealed togheter, our tougues started to dance with each other
And I played all along with her... until she lower her guard...
In a swift move I managed to bring both her hands above her head, and I handcuffed her
Right after that, I turned and pinned her down against the wall that I was former begin held against
"What did you do?"
Lapp's face has turned from horny to scared, in just a second, she knew that now *she* was *Mine* and of course I did not wasted any time and claimed her lips for myself
Once again, our tongues could dance togheter, as ai rip apart her clothes, revealing her perfect body... for the first time, I could touch it, without her jumping on me, I could apreciate it, every inch without haste... and that's what I did
I managed to take a taste out of her nipples, as soon as I placed my month on them, she arched her back... is it... a WEAK SPOT I'M SEEING??
I kept holding her hands with my left one, and with my right I could massage those, cute, soft and medium chest in front of me, Lappland started to breath heavily, she closed her eyes, and tried to resist her moans from coming out
I had the perfect opotunity to bite her ear, and then on her neck, sucking it a bit and marking what were *mine*
Soon enough, I saw her pressing her legs one agains't another, and I had to verify the situation between them, using my free hand and leaving her breast to rest, I slowly slide my hand towards her womanhood, just to find a river, overfloing with weird liquids, and invinting my fingers inside
I met that heated wet place, and almost at the same time, Lappland let a moan slip out of her mouth, I couldn't endure myself and once again I kissed her
I Started to move my fingers inside her most precious place, her moans were mufled by my mouth, I soon realized how tight it was getting inside her, and when I least expected, I she started to moan louder and a river overflown out of her tights
I quickly took my fingers out of her body and looked at her face
She was in ectasy, of pure pleasure... but the night was young, and right after getting a glimpse of what was a dominated Lappland, I finally noved my left hand out of the handcuffs above her head, I managed to quikly take out my pants before she could recover from cumming that hard, and then, using all strenght, I lifted her up on my arms, aiming my hood direclty at her entrace
"Wait I ju-"
I did not waited, I dived in as fast as I could and started to bump on her
I did it as fast as I could, I even had to grit my teeth because of all the energy I was putting in, but then I saw something
I was hurting my teeth griting it... but there were such a soft spot right in front of me... how would she react?
I bite Lappland's shoulder, dragging out some drops of blood out of it, and for my surprise, she tighted up
And once again, she started to "Howl" louder than usual, this time I covered her "howling" with my mouth, and once again I saw the waterfall flowing with juices all over my torso
I took a look at her face, her eyes met the roof of my room... but it was not time to stop
Pushed her on the bed, demanding a doggy style
"A-again?" She screamed in fear... but she was right, AGAIN
Aiming a little I pierced trought that ass, greeting the deepest parts of her "flower"
Dud to the lack of energy, I managed to hold her hands against her back, and let's be honest, with that ass on display for you, it would be heresy to not slap it a few times right?
I was piercing her as hard as I could, pressinf my meat against her, claping my hips against hers, and each slap, Lappland was tightening up more
I saw her eyes going once again towards the roof, and I had to do somethinf diferent, with my free hand I got on her hair and pulled it
She screamed in both, pain and pleasure, and once again, her body used all the remain energy to cum once again, a few seconds later, she felt on the bed, and I could free her from the handcuffs
She was awake until there, I placed my hand on her lower cheek to see how was her down there... and I saw something blinking to me
I Held one of her hands from behind... looking now, this is the best oportunity for a pro-bone right?
"Please, let me rest, for 5 minutes"
She wouldn't give me those 5 minutes anyway, now it's my revange
I Spreaded her ass a little, and went aiming for her backdoor
"Wrong hole! Wrong hole!"
She tried to warn me... clueless that, that what I was looking for
I pierced that unused place for the first time, and now, I could hold both of her hands with my hands
Once I penetrated the deepest parts of that place, I waited a few seconds for her to get used to it, after 5 seconds I started to move, pouding her as hard as I could, driving her to insanity
She started to moan really loud, all I could do was biting on her neck to increase the tension on her body
Between whispers saying "fuck" and moans, I felt my little warrior getting squeezed out, but for some reason, I was getting sucked out to keep inside the wolf's body, and of course I attended her wish, pouding as hard as I could, I felt that great sensation coming in
Her grip was intense, who could say that anal could feel that good? Withour begin able to endure anymore, I released my seed inside that hole
For my surprise, Lappland came a fourth time togheter with me, but this time she did not endured, and blacked out
Not really sure at the time why her body was so loose, I asked "Lappland?" Without answers, I got to go in front of her to see her face
... err... did I overdid it? Fuck I should've waited the 5 minutes... fuck she will bes so mad at me
I panicked a little, it's hard to see someone faiting during the act... but then, I calmes myself down a little, and had a briliant idea
I took her body to the bathroom, I placed her om the bathrub and washed her
Of course I had ro wipe the "whiped cream" that I left on that... perfect... gourgeous... and beautifull body
By the way, I gotta say, the water DID NOT made it less hot ok? Quite the oposite her wet body during the shower just got hotter! Of course I couldn't do anything when she was asleep, so I just washed her and myself up
I left the bathrub first, drying myself using a towel, right after I toom another towel to dry Lappland's body
Of course, I got hard looking at that view, usually I just get a quickly look at it before she jumps on me, her legs, her tights, her tummy, hwr breasts, her hair, her face, everything were so well made
Leaving it aside, when I was drying up her hair, I saw her eyes opening up... and then, she woke up
"G-good evening... I took you t-to a bath y'know?"
I was nervous... I really did not wanted to be hated by Lappland
She sniffed herself up, then she sniffed my neck and whispeted to my ear "we have similar scents now~"
Ooohh boy, OOOOHH BOY, a my whole body shivered from that teasing, and to make it worse, she placed her finger at the tip on my hard wood
Waiting for her attack, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold her back this time but... she... left me sitting on my bed and got on her kneeeeeWOOOO!
first, she give a kiss on the tip, then, she moved to the base and licked all the way to the top, then, she had to tease me, licking the top of it
Then she opened her mouth
And in a single "glup" all my manhood would desepear from my eyesight... her mouth were so good that I couldn't endure from moaning a little, Lappland started to move her head backwards, just to swallow all my thing once again, her tounge was focusing on the top, I was losing my mind over my first blowjob
Withour thinking too much, I placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed my hips agains her lips, of course I could choke her on the process, but at that time, I wasn't able to think about it
In the end, I shoved it all the way down her throat and splurtes out everything I had in my balls there
After a second, I realized that she might choke and I let her go out of my hands
She coughed a little, but I didn't saw a drop of my milk to fall of er mouth, did I really came? Or did she drank it all? Well... after looking st the she was looking at me, the second option was clearly the correct one
After that, we were both too tired... we layed down and slept togheter...
Also, I was the big spoon... it's so comfy dude what the fuck?
We was morning, I was the first one to wake up, and as usual, I took a bath, a breakfast, and I prepared some extra food for Lappland, left a note saying how much I loved her and got to work
During work, Around 13Pm, I felt a goofyball hugging me from behinde, the white hair and the unfurgotable scent made me realize who was hugging me
But it was strange... Lappland was never a docile person... why was she acting so... quietly? Of course I turned back to hug her properly and dude... she was so cute!
Later on that night, I managed to use chokers and chains again't the (non) wild-wolf
2 months later I realized that she can easily break handcuffs amd those things... so I'll buy somethinf that she will never break...
A ring... a golden ring...
I tamed this wolf all by myself, and now she is mine! | r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
So peak... | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
I’m literally reading this in the public bathroom rn and it’s making my Thrust Extender hard. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
too late, i already reviewed Lappy last week
(also lesbian and thus better) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Nah. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Joke is on you
THIS IS THE PART TWO YOU FUCKING COPYCAT
https://www.reddit.com/r/0sanitymemes/s/Nvt8G5kOT
I SAID IT, I SPENT MONTHS BEGIN SCRACHED ALL OVER MY BODY, I SPENT MONTHS FIGURING OUT A WAY TO TAME DA WOLF, I SPENT MONTHS TRYING TO NOT BE DOMINATED ON BED
I SPENT MONTHS! | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
whatever you're linking to is not real | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
https://www.reddit.com/r/0sanitymemes/s/XBvwEMCNL7
Does this works now? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
that ain't a sex review, i was still the first proper Lappy sex review | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
It was futa too. So that makes it much worse than this one. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Who cares about the review? We just want SEX! | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
you was so lore-accurate to archive file 1
"We have struggled to understand Lappland's personality." | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
this ones gonna be a long one so get comfy
**SPEARS OF KAZDEL**
The countryside of Kjerag, once known for its rolling green hills and tranquil beauty, had become a desolate wasteland, scarred by war. Craters pockmarked the landscape, remnants of countless battles that had turned the grassy wonderland into a field of death. It was here, in this shattered land, that Rhodes 1 and Solo Wing Elysium found themselves on their next mission.
The mission was critical: Kazdel had fortified several ICBM launch sites in this region, and if those missiles were allowed to launch, the consequences for Kjerag would be catastrophic. The Kjerag command had deployed a stealth bomber equipped with advanced ordnance, and it was up to Rhodes 1 and Solo Wing Elysium to guide it to the targets.
As they soared through the skies, the rhythmic hum of their F-15s was the only sound in the cockpit. The mission required precision, and both pilots were focused on the task at hand. Yet, as they flew over the devastated landscape, a heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the distant echoes of past battles.
Solo Wing Elysium, always the one to voice what others kept inside, finally spoke up. "Hey Rhodes 1… why do countries and borders exist? It's the whole reason why we're here, fighting in this godforsaken place. Why do people keep drawing lines in the sand, only to spill blood over them?"
Rhodes 1 glanced at his radar, the green blips marking the positions of the Kazdel defenses. Elysium’s question hung in the air, an existential inquiry in the midst of war. But before Rhodes 1 could respond, the radio crackled to life.
"This is Valkyrie," the voice of the bomber pilot cut through the silence. "Approaching ICBM sites. We’re counting on you to guide us in, Rhodes Squadron."
Rhodes 1 snapped back to the mission. "Roger that, Valkyrie. We have you on radar. Stay on our tail, and we’ll get you to the targets."
"Copy that. Awaiting targeting data."
Rhodes 1 quickly refocused, pushing aside the question that Elysium had posed. It wasn’t the time for philosophy—they had a mission to complete. The F-15’s targeting pod hummed to life as he scanned the terrain below, searching for the ICBM launch sites hidden among the wreckage of the once-beautiful countryside.
"Elysium, I’ve got eyes on the first site," Rhodes 1 called out. "Switching to targeting mode."
"Roger that," Elysium replied, his voice steady. "Let’s make sure we hit the right targets."
The Kazdel forces had hidden their launch sites well, camouflaging them among the ruins of old farmsteads and abandoned villages. But Rhodes 1 and Elysium had trained for this—they knew how to spot the subtle signs, the telltale glints of metal and the unnatural shapes that betrayed the enemy’s positions.
"Valkyrie, you’re clear for the first run. Target coordinates are locked in," Rhodes 1 transmitted.
"Coordinates received. Commencing bombing run."
The stealth bomber swooped in, its engines nearly silent as it descended toward the first ICBM site. From above, Rhodes 1 watched as the bomber released its payload, a series of guided bombs that arced through the air with deadly precision. The ground erupted in a series of explosions as the bombs found their mark, sending plumes of smoke and debris skyward.
"Direct hit," Rhodes 1 confirmed, a sense of satisfaction in his voice. "On to the next target."
The mission continued in this manner, with Rhodes 1 and Elysium guiding Valkyrie to each of the ICBM sites. The Kazdel forces had anticipated an attack, and anti-aircraft fire lit up the sky as they tried to defend their positions. But the stealth bomber, with Rhodes Squadron as its shield, remained untouched.
As they approached the final target, the heaviest fortified of the ICBM sites, the tension in the cockpit grew. This site was the linchpin of Kazdel’s missile strategy—if they could take it out, it would cripple Kazdel’s ability to strike Kjerag’s cities.
"Rhodes 1, this is it," Elysium said, his voice carrying a weight of determination. "We nail this, and we can finally give Kjerag some breathing room."
"Let’s finish this," Rhodes 1 replied, locking onto the final target.
"Valkyrie, target coordinates are locked. This is the big one."
"Roger that. Beginning final bombing run."
The stealth bomber lined up for its approach, flying low to avoid detection. Rhodes 1 and Elysium flew in formation, their eyes locked on the target. The Kazdel defenses were fierce, with anti-aircraft missiles streaking toward them, but the pair maneuvered expertly, drawing the fire away from the bomber.
"Stay on target," Rhodes 1 urged. "We’re almost there."
The bombs dropped, and time seemed to slow as they fell toward the Kazdel launch site. The silence in the cockpit was deafening, the weight of the moment pressing down on both pilots.
Then, the bombs struck. The ground shook with the force of the explosion, a massive fireball erupting from the center of the site. The ICBM launchers were obliterated, reduced to twisted metal and smoldering wreckage.
"Direct hit!" Elysium shouted, a rare note of triumph in his voice.
"Mission accomplished," Rhodes 1 confirmed, relief washing over him.
As they turned back toward the base, the adrenaline of the mission began to fade, leaving behind the echoes of Elysium’s earlier question. The destruction they had wrought, the lives they had taken—were these the prices paid for lines on a map? For boundaries drawn by those far removed from the battlefield?
But those thoughts were for another time. For now, they had succeeded. Kjerag was safe, if only for a little while longer.
As they flew through the scarred skies, Rhodes 1 finally answered Elysium’s question, his voice quiet but resolute. "Borders exist because people fear what’s beyond them. But maybe one day, when this war is over, we’ll find a way to live without them."
Elysium nodded, understanding the weight of those words. "Maybe. But until then, we keep flying."
And with that, the two pilots, guardians of Kjerag, flew on through the fading light, their jets cutting through the sky like the wings of angels—or perhaps demons—protecting what little peace remained in their world.
**BROKEN SKIES**
The mission briefing had been vague—too vague for Rhodes 1's liking. Kjerag High Command had given them orders to escort an allied bomber on a crucial mission, but the details were sparse. The target was a city deep within Kazdel-controlled territory, a city that had supposedly given its full cooperation to the enemy. But something about the mission felt off, a nagging doubt that Rhodes 1 couldn’t shake.
As Rhodes Squadron took to the skies, the atmosphere in the cockpit was tense. Solo Wing Elysium, usually talkative and full of questions, was uncharacteristically quiet. The roar of their F-15 engines filled the silence as they climbed to join the bomber, their formation tight and disciplined.
The city came into view, sprawling beneath them like a tapestry of life. From above, it looked peaceful, almost untouched by the war that had ravaged so much of Kjerag. There were no signs of military installations, no visible enemy forces—just homes, schools, and markets. It was a stark contrast to the war-torn landscapes they were used to.
"This is Valkyrie," the bomber pilot’s voice crackled over the radio. "We have visual on the target. Commencing bombing run."
"Roger that, Valkyrie. We’re with you," Rhodes 1 responded, his tone steady.
But as they descended closer to the city, the truth began to reveal itself in horrifying detail. The streets were filled with civilians—families, children, the elderly—all going about their lives, unaware of the devastation about to befall them. There were no signs of enemy activity, no fortified positions or military vehicles. Just ordinary people.
"Rhodes 1, are you seeing this?" Elysium’s voice was strained, disbelief creeping into his tone. "There are civilians down there. They’re just… living their lives."
Rhodes 1’s grip tightened on the controls, but he kept his voice even. "Stay focused, Elysium. We have our orders."
Elysium hesitated, his mind racing. "Orders? We’re here to protect Kjerag, not slaughter innocent people. This is wrong, Rhodes 1."
Before Rhodes 1 could respond, the bomber released its payload. The bombs fell in a deadly arc, their descent slow and deliberate, as if time itself were stretching out the moment. The first explosions rocked the city, fireballs erupting in the heart of residential districts. Buildings crumbled, and the once-peaceful streets were consumed by chaos.
"Oh my god," Elysium whispered, his voice barely audible. "They’re bombing civilians. What the hell are we doing?"
Rhodes 1 forced himself to keep his composure, even as a cold knot of dread tightened in his chest. He had seen the horrors of war before, but this… this was different. This wasn’t a battlefield—it was a massacre.
"We’re following orders," Rhodes 1 replied, though the words tasted bitter in his mouth. "We have to trust command."
"Trust command?" Elysium snapped, anger flaring in his voice. "They’re murdering innocent people, and we’re just… watching. How can we trust that?"
The bombing continued, each explosion driving home the brutal reality of their mission. Rhodes 1’s mind raced as he tried to reconcile what he was seeing with the duty he had sworn to uphold. His training, his discipline, demanded that he follow orders without question. But deep down, he knew that something had gone terribly wrong.
As the final bombs fell and the city was reduced to smoldering ruins, the bomber pilot’s voice came through the radio again. "Valkyrie to Rhodes Squadron. Mission complete. Returning to base."
"Copy that, Valkyrie. We’ll escort you back," Rhodes 1 replied mechanically.
They flew in silence, the weight of what they had just witnessed pressing down on them like a heavy shroud. Rhodes 1 kept his eyes forward, focusing on the path ahead, but Elysium’s thoughts were far from the cockpit. The anger and disbelief that had gripped him during the bombing had turned into something colder, something darker.
A switch had been flipped inside Solo Wing Elysium, a realization that the lines between right and wrong had been blurred beyond recognition. He had always believed in the cause, in fighting for Kjerag’s freedom. But now, after witnessing the horrors of this mission, he wasn’t so sure anymore.
As they approached the base, Elysium finally broke the silence. "Rhodes 1… what are we fighting for? Is this really what it means to protect our people? To burn cities to the ground, to kill those who have no part in this war?"
Rhodes 1 didn’t answer immediately. He knew Elysium was right to question, but he also knew the dangers of doubt in the middle of a war. "We’re soldiers, Elysium. We don’t get to make those decisions. We follow orders."
Elysium’s response was laced with bitterness. "Maybe it’s time we started questioning those orders. Because if this is what we’ve become… then maybe we’re no better than the Kazdels."
They landed without further words, their aircraft taxiing to a stop on the runway. As they climbed out of their jets, the weight of the mission hung heavy in the air between them. Rhodes 1 could see the turmoil in Elysium’s eyes, a storm of emotions that threatened to consume him.
But Rhodes 1 was also struggling. The mission had shaken him to his core, challenging everything he believed about duty, honor, and what it meant to protect Kjerag. As they walked away from their jets, he knew that the fallout from this mission was far from over.
And deep down, Rhodes 1 feared that Solo Wing Elysium was right. That something inside them had changed forever.
**FLY HOME**
Days had passed since the horrifying mission over the captured city, but the images of burning buildings and dead civilians haunted Rhodes 1. He was a soldier, trained to follow orders and carry out his duties without question, but the events of that day had shaken him deeply. Yet, what concerned him even more was the change he had seen in his wingman, Solo Wing Elysium.
Elysium had always been the heart of Rhodes Squadron—a skilled pilot with a strong moral compass. But the brutal bombing of the city had flipped a switch inside him. The once passionate and driven pilot had become distant, withdrawn, and Rhodes 1 feared that Elysium was teetering on the edge of something dangerous.
Rhodes 1 tried to reach out, to talk to Elysium, but every attempt was met with cold indifference or outright silence. It was clear that the trauma of that mission had taken a toll, and Rhodes 1 feared what might happen if Elysium’s anger and disillusionment were left unchecked. He worried that his wingman could snap, and the thought of Elysium betraying them in the heat of battle was a fear that gnawed at him.
Today, their task was simple—a routine mission to take out a fleet of Kazdel bombers near the Kazdel-Kjerag border. It was supposed to be a straightforward operation, but Rhodes 1 couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He glanced over at Elysium’s F-15, flying in formation beside him. The silence between them was heavy, each man lost in his own thoughts.
The mission started smoothly enough. Their radars quickly picked up the Kazdel bombers, flying in a tight formation toward the border. The two pilots locked on to their targets, the familiar rhythm of combat momentarily pushing their darker thoughts aside.
"Rhodes 1, targets acquired. Engaging," Elysium’s voice crackled over the radio, his tone cold and detached.
"Roger that, Elysium. Let’s take them down," Rhodes 1 replied, trying to sound steady.
The two pilots dove into the fray, their missiles streaking toward the enemy bombers with deadly precision. Explosions lit up the sky as the first of the Kazdel bombers were destroyed, their fiery remains falling to the earth below. It was almost too easy, and that nagging feeling of unease in Rhodes 1’s gut only grew stronger.
They had taken out several bombers when something caught Rhodes 1’s eye. The remaining bombers were dropping their payloads, but not on Kjerag’s territory. Instead, the bombs were falling on the Kazdel side of the border.
"What the hell…?" Rhodes 1 muttered, confusion washing over him. "Elysium, do you see that? Why are they bombing their own territory?"
Elysium didn’t respond immediately, and Rhodes 1’s radar began to blare with warnings. The vibrations in the air told him something was terribly wrong. Moments later, the horizon erupted in blinding light as the bombers’ payloads detonated. The shockwaves from the explosions rocked their jets, and Rhodes 1 struggled to keep control of his F-15.
"They’re nukes…" Rhodes 1 realized, his voice barely a whisper. "They’re dropping nuclear warheads on their own border."
The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. The Kazdel forces were willing to obliterate their own land to halt an advancing enemy. The sheer scale of destruction was unimaginable, and it rattled him to his core.
But Elysium… Elysium had reached his breaking point. The nuclear explosions were the final straw, the last push that sent him over the edge. His mind, already strained from the horrors he had witnessed, snapped.
"Rhodes 1… I can’t do this anymore," Elysium’s voice came through the radio, but it was different—broken, angry, and filled with despair. "This war… this madness… it’s all pointless. We’re just pawns, Rhodes 1. Pawns in a game that’s already lost."
"Elysium, stay with me!" Rhodes 1 shouted, trying to reach his friend. "We can get through this—"
But Elysium wasn’t listening. In a sudden, violent move, Elysium’s F-15 broke formation, and Rhodes 1’s radar lit up with warnings. Elysium had locked onto him.
"Elysium, what are you doing?!" Rhodes 1 yelled, panic rising in his chest.
"This has to end, Rhodes 1. One way or another, it has to end!" Elysium’s voice was filled with a mix of rage and sorrow as he fired his missiles.
Rhodes 1 reacted instinctively, throwing his F-15 into a series of desperate evasive maneuvers. The missiles streaked past him, missing by mere feet. Elysium’s attacks were relentless, but Rhodes 1’s training and skill kept him alive. He managed to dodge and weave through the barrage, but the stress was overwhelming.
"Elysium, stop! We’re on the same side!" Rhodes 1 pleaded, his heart pounding in his chest.
But Elysium had lost all sense of reason. The world had become a twisted nightmare, and in his mind, there was no other way out. He was fighting not just against Rhodes 1, but against the very reality that had betrayed him.
Just as Rhodes 1 managed to regain control, he looked around, trying to locate Elysium’s jet. But he was gone. Vanished into the skies, leaving nothing but the echoes of his final, desperate words.
Rhodes 1 hovered in the air, the vast emptiness around him a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. The shock of what had happened slowly set in. Elysium—his friend, his comrade—had turned against him, and now he was gone, lost to the darkness that had consumed him.
As Rhodes 1 flew back to base, the weight of the day’s events pressed heavily on him. The war had claimed many lives, but this was different. He had lost more than a wingman—he had lost a part of himself.
And deep down, he knew that the consequences of Elysium’s disappearance would be far-reaching. The war had taken a new turn, one that would challenge everything Rhodes 1 believed in.
But for now, all he could do was keep flying, the lonely skies of Kjerag stretching out endlessly before him.
| r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
u/DVG79 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Will Elysium say "Buddy, still alive yet?"
Coming soon at your nearest theater this summer
*Ace Knight: Ark Combat* | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Patience young padawan it’s coming. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
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I still kinda wish they kept all the ToN stages as permanent things. Maybe even allow use to mix and match which bosses we fight for a custom stage. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Remember, dokkutah. You don't have to clear everything. Just play what you want, by your own pace.
This month updates are crazy though. IS4 update, RA2, Trials 4, and of course the main event.
The Y1 is when update is still quite irregular, to the point Arknights content creators sometimes don't have anything to post. However, after ... CC beta, I think, dead weeks becoming lesser and lesser.
Hope Arknights will stay for a long time! At least until we could have a full squad of Sui. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Agree. Sometimes I revisit SSS just because, so a permanent Trials mode just for fun is always welcomed. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
The devs were devious to drop Trials for Navigator, Reclamation Algorithm, and the final event stages within a week of each other | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Everyday I feel like I'm laging behind with so much content and so little time to play. Even though Arknights is the only game I play I still haven't cleared IS-2 let alone 3,4 and now the sand event. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Dokutah, your clue has been terminated. You have not completed stage 0-10 - Enough Karma yet. Closure and I will be waiting for you here while you complete it. - Amiya
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Year 1: I’m too weak
Year 2: I’m too weak | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Man its pretty hard to play this game with full power after four years... | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Man I miss the old cc | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
fr, so many grind centric events at once aren't that good of an idea, especially since they mostly just reward you with materials and not pull currency - there might be less of an incentive to actually finish. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
at this point the only incentive I have is to build characters. Im running out of 6 stars to build tbh. the only ones left are really bad ones. All time goes in farming with little left for story events that I barely scrape by at the last day with guides. They really should just add sweep so that we can focus on gameplay focused events like IS and RA. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
I'm glad that we have game modes available to play beyond the daily routine | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Heres the thing: they aint all mandatory, IS and and RA is pretty much optional, like you only have to spend sanity and get orundums those are the important shit, everything else can be optional so play it your pace id argue modules are also optional mate like you can clear the game even without those they are just there as an upgrade | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
oh so I’m not the only one, I still haven’t touched the new IS themes | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
The Devs really be trollin fr | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
You want activities? We’ll give you activities alright | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
😂😂😂 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Now build spuria, kirara, ceylon and other meh 5-stars | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Personally I actually love building 4 and 5 stars, can be really fun trying to clear an event (like this one) with our 6* | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
you know after years of development adding new stuff and mechanics into the game, there is still no sweep system for resource levels like why cant you make farming more accessible and easy why do you have to make us suffer | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Then: complain about nothing else to do
Now: complain about having so much to do
HG: 😎 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Why can't I ever just enjoy RA why does it keep showing up with tons of other events | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Permanent ToN, SSS, CC, Ceobe Fungimist, Hymnoi Wisdom.... I really just want to replay every single mode | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I can relate BUT call me crazy cuz I still want a permanent game endgame mode modeled after Interlocking Competition's (you can only use a character once per stage) mechanics. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I wonder if they’ll ever rerun the SSS bosses in anything, they’d probably need to adjust some of their abilities. It’s kinda a shame that these unique bosses just get thrown away once their stage is removed. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Yeah a lot of fun and creative bosses never to be seen again it does feel like a waste | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Don't forget the R6 collab this month 😆 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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Bro same, I also need an advice on what message to give to my wives Ansel and Mizuki when they return. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
I won't bite, i promise. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
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the golden age is coming | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
I've been inside Lumen | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
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We wish to bring you an experience akin to HS-8. Hopefully your viewing experience is as "smooth" as playing this stage with whatever device you choose to witness this piece in. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
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legalize originium bombs | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Cuora's pov 99% of the time | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Now i have become Dublinn, the Destroyer of Phones | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
We need to use these in drone warfare | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
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