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[cipheramnesia]

Graft

In my rest time between one novel and the next I'm enjoying myself making a little spun sugar story about a cyberpunk pussy heist. It's meandering and heavy on imaginary slang but it's fun for me so here is the first half or third or so of it

First thing DeeDee noticed, her usual morning orgasm, or "morgasm," hadn't gone off.

She was late, and splashers crowded her A/V specs, screaming flashing neon yellow red blue promises, 10 water rat guaranteed each spin, stop here twenty percent off premium-vu, act now to get free oxy-sub, plus about fifteen past due blasters for her leg mods, dayclix, manudex upgrade, face plate, other parts. She could see a narrow sliver of her room through the MAds, and she had a scrips balance lockout from the cockout. Groaning with irritation, clawed her way off the cot to the 12-key hardline, unfolded her tongue socket and jammed the bcomp line in, clattering the set in frustration.

Half the blasters, most of the splashers dipped. She got back audio and waist downs and rolled. "Whoooo turned my hot shots off? Who left the wallEMP off!" Micro drones winged around the room popping ad spray and sonics, a few were clamped on her with other past due notes. "Water ration overdue, water ration exceeded" circled her biomech cat ears. Swatted a two or three, fell on the wall switch to jam on the Flyswatter. DeeDee figured a couple hundred overall went pop, trailed smoke down. Ad dust everywhere from the spray. One was on her face?

"I'm not best pleased!" she said to no one, expressing her displeasure. Swept dust and drone crumbs with her feet to space clear in her studio apartment slash office slash workspace slash bedroom slash kitchen, and crashed on the deskchair, slapping dpatches along her limbs and a compstik into her faceboard. "No hotshot no swatter, noncon facejacked?" She untangled her hair from the ecb-plugs on her face tech and grabbed her digiplate because she was slumming it, pouted while the scrips and drips that got dug into her software and hardware ate the big edit to the sky.

While she was waiting around for the MAds and spamware scan [MAdaSS], she finally got to look over the C-Clamp chastity boot locked to her pelvic slot with optional NoPro (tm) insert for prostate denial. "What's this horseshit, who did I fuck last night?" DeeDee did not know what horses were, she imagined they were a kind of bird. Pinged out for her custom built EX neurosynth neovag and got fuckall, which pissed her because the whole point was fuck all.

One by one her debuggers chirped, hopped onto her palm, drawered em, and slapped her basic as fuck face of the day on. Blessed she was with pristine sight of the world, not a nagnote or payscram in sight, just vext message notes, siggies, and a small alarm bell. "Shit, better get to work!"

Shoved cargo shorts over her cock locked personal pleasure slot, work boots, tanktop ("Asparagus for President" it said, from the infamous three way sudden death vote-off of '76), and jammed her comxcon into a free arm port before she flipped the sign to open at her door. "Gosh that was close, any customers?" She looked, a khakicollar dude held up a laptop plaintive, "My browser won't-" DeeDee slammed the door, "No customers! Another perfect day, hang up." Vext notes blinked aside for serious business now. She threw her shorts off. "Time to get outta this contraptamajig."

One angle grinder, one band saw blow torch, three axes, twelve hammers, and eighteen screwdrivers later DeeDee fucked her way through one after the other, even tried to plink the code. All this pouding and plethora of penetrarive pelvic parts frustrated her to rolling her bedsheets into her crotch and grinding on the best metal chastity could buy. She drooled all over her aching synthezized nerve spots, "fuck me I can't even cum, what's wrong with the world these days?"

Vexts, vexts, she clicked the note up it said: ANSWER YOUR CALLS and >:( >:( >:( >:(

The incoming piddy was the UNKNOWN ID scrap, she dropped a spam cage on it and replied 8===D~~~ GFYS and binned it mid-[... is typing]

Fuck fuckity fuck work, DeeDee needed some downtown deep sea diving. She climbed out the window, being more reliable than stairs or elevator. Nothing worked in the damn building except gravity.

Short and sweet broke beat sidewalk street, she hit so many concrete cracks, DeeDee figured the local maternity wards had to be a massacre. A couple dozen micros blasted ad spray and sonics, she flipped a bug zapper and swept em. Ads were going old school, nanoswarms warred over wallspace in constant barage of microsensors, hurling rainbow swirls that paced over the odd window and traffic signal promising six months free tubespace per dayclix.

ANSWER YOUR CALLS RIGHT NOW 😡😡😡😡

"Oh fancy fucks spending on the megs per pixel now?" DeeDee spamcanned again (GFYS) and freeloaded on a driverless with a buncha other local goons. "Hey ratbot, you headin to the VFW too?"

"It's a coffee barrr, Draftie," he replied. DeeDee called him ratbot because he was a planned obsolescence warbot with artificial intelligence generated by a rat brain daisy chain, real preschooler level tech these days but cheap and easy at the time and twice as disposable as a human soldier. "And for the last time my name is Wendell. Wendell Crawford."

She still didn't know why he had a Boston accent, the whole city had been totalled in the second Great Mega Pileup Traffic Jam six years before the manufacturer date on his tread guards. He called her Draftie because her legal name was Draft Dodger due to a mistake in one of her prison ID cards. "C'mon, it's Morca's."

"Ignore her, babe," Bobby, ratbot's partner, tugged him a fraction of an inch away on the driverless rooftop. Legally speaking Bobby was Wendell's owner because the corporate manufacture-state that made him refused to recognize his personhood. Morca's owner, SCREE Chirt-Chirt ascending EEE, had been helping with their legal battle, but they hadn't made much progress. Total bullshit, DeeDee thought but last big corplex suit against SCREE Chirt-Chirt ascending EEE made em keep her in life support parts forever, cleared out all mines from international waters, and her entire species were considered a recognized nation encompassing all oceans on Earth. Did great things for the environment, terrible for the war business.

They hopped at the block, batted some more ad spray and DeeDee knocked some local splashers with the hotshot, enjoyed watching ratbot snap micros in half with his plastic fingers, inhuman accuracy, "Still got it babe," said Bobby, hugging his blocky arms.

They pushed through the big, rocketproofed front doors under a blinking neon "Morcha Latte" sign, inside was all plastic and vulcanized rubber with DV light and fake windows to make the warehouse sized bunker building feel cozy. SCREE Chirt-Chirt ascending EEE claimed it was stress tested up to three directs from sunburst corebuster and who was going to argue with a two storey cyborg?

The overheads churned out the latest scrape40, whatever they were listening to at the bottom of the ocean, today DeeDee thought it sounded like angry plinko machines fighting while she caught lyrics she understood in bits and pieces, "Strangle me, strangle all my life, drag us through the silt and kill in the light," or something like that. She was a regular at Morca's because she got SCREE Chirt-Chirt ascending EEE all her jailbroken subscription free parts - sourcing and scouring unclocked mods and squids was her gig anyway. She dumped her ass into a rickety old carbon fiber woven chair between the door and the juke wall. A bunch of hipsters had early adopted save to disc memory uploads but went with vinyl to capture the true soul, now they spent all day slotted into the giant juke machine with impulse fed nerve endings bathed in chemically sterilized vats of coffee.

DeeDee unzipped her shorts and capped the chastity blocker. ARE U SEEING THIS? vexted to Portland. They knew all the high mods, probably could crack her case, she thought, right before let's just say a jolt, a singing high note, transported her from crotch to sternum then dropped her cold. Half a sec from climax, she looked around the room her digiplate all 0_0 not finding a shred of note, til the second song struck her off her seat and got her writhing on the rubber. Customers at the other tables lifted cups and rekeyed their MAdaSSes to tune her out.

"Hot pants!" she yelled, "Liar pants, falsehoods and flame!" Real old gen VR heads turned in annoyance as she pirouetted through tables and rattled silverware clung to the espresso countertop. Her legs kicked about in frustration as she got edged up and dropped. "H-hey Velllma, mind if I borrow the steamer a hot sec?"

"Sure DeeDee, you know you only gotta ask hun. Want-want s-some sug- Sorry, still got that old tick." Velma was a self-operated point of sale holodrone who DeeDee had jacked, glassed, and juiced to someone more independent for handling orders at Morca's, and she'd done a recent SRS download to her visual interface.

"You're the best Vel." Few seconds later DeeDee steamed her crotch full blast trying to bust herself free or bust herself off.

ANSWER YOUR CALLS NOW OR YOU'LL NEVER CUM AGAIN, BITCH

She slipped off the espresso machine and answered from the floor with her feet still resting against the countertop. "Who are you, and what was the safe word? Last night's a blur."

"No safeword. We have your cunt. Meet at the bench, corner of Morgan Stanley Park Avenue and Kern Holding Street. Alone, one hour."

It was one thing to jailbreak, but DeeDee knew her limits and line trace was one so she snagged and bagged the pins and held a little inside sacrifice to Portland, the premier polymath polycule who surgically interconnected their brains inside a single body to share one another for life. One bit of Portland code gold and she'd be swimming in pussy. "You're on the floor, DeeDee," reminded Velma.

"This is my thinking space, hush up while I ponder the infinite." She could a couple a SCREE Chirt-Chirt ascending EEE's legs pacing, shaking the floor, could catch a word back in the beyond warehouse room where a couple cracked up Kilowais were chattering out notation and legal docstacks for Flathead Ford. The Kilowais, KBW trademarked AI, were way old corpsec, patented and trademarked download of a heavy hitter bandsaw from his day, couldn't be pirated off the base personality unless they morally agreed to void their warranty, lots in the circ. Ford was SCREE Chirt-Chirt ascending EEE's lawyer, fighting the landslide for ratbot on the orca's tab.

PORTLAND WILL SEE YOU NOW, DeeDee flixed over from the viz to the vurt. "Are you still thinking dear?" Velma asked, pointedly moving her legs to start espresso dripping, DeeDee assumed the obvious silently as penance. "How's it hanging y'all, got any hot new brains to hook into the juice party?" Loaded upside down in the polygon pleather chair, Portland ran clix and adspace in a tasteful wall scroll, kind of an art to the exploit, less brute force than DeeDee's prefs, the smooth outer chassis for Portland said "I'm punching out in a minute."

They were an individualized amalgamation of three physical brains psychosurgically visected into one another, enabled to a custom body and lifetime committed to singulamory. "I'm cock locked out, Port, listen," DeeDee shoved two fingers to her mouth and slathered her togue along them for a sensiosync to the cursed crotch clamp. Portland's digits ghosted through the stats, pulled em and vexted. "What's the damage, how much and how soon?"

"Custom work, charming darling." Portland leaned their trilateral symmetric body back, waved away the middle and spread up DeeDee's alt, nerves and all. "Fused the long way up your spinal cord. Biolocked, meat stuff. Not our forte, darling, and you couldn't afford it if it was." Portland sighed, overcome with vaporous boredom. "Even if we knew the lockout, custom viropicks run more than your last ten years income, pussycat."

"Fuck my life, stay outta my taxes, gimme something at least." DeeDee yanked her slobbered fingers out.

"It's good work, better than you're ever worth, and I'd know - I sourced half your body."

"One third but whatever."

"The good news is, you'll probably not get spinal meningitis from the lockout, just don't leave it too long." DeeDee punched out and heaved a floor heavy sigh. "Guess I really better go make that meet, or I could desperately call everyone I know and owe." After desperately calling everyone she knew, DeeDee said, >:( to the ceiling, "I guess I'm going to the meet with these mysterious pussy theives. I spent good money on that cunt too!"

"How's that search going," Velma stood between DeeDee's legs and frothed artificially thickened protein strings for someone's café au lait.

"Velma... Velma, have I been karmically centered would you say? Have the scales of justice been tipped cruelly against me, the most innocent of girls? Would you walk on me for twenty bucks?"

So Velma kicked off her shoes but not even getting used as a doormat got her off the edge, then SCREE Chirt-Chirt ascending EEE looked through her office door.

"Velma, put your shoes on, DeeDee leave your shirt off and pay Velma another twenty." The average AlTrek 4X Infrantry Multiplier AC was rusting out in uninhabitable desert to the beat of radioactive decay, major outliers were in use for specialized valet parking and the life support framework for SCREE Chirt-Chirt ascending EEE, approximately 1/3 of an orca left over from an underwater mine in a corpwar trading route blow up.

No one argues with two tons of whale who already won a fight with the government and the major corptrade conglomerate general council strapped inside another 12 odd tons of mechanized power, DeeDee tucked her shirt behind her head and hoped someone around here appreciated her tits. >:0 "These are pristine, you jackoffs, classic CW models, OEM to spec!" She shoved them in the direction of the tables, no one looked.

"Dee." Flathead beckoned, DeeDee called to the beck and slashed backwards on a metal chair. "You're keyed up to vandal, girl. Listen, need a filter swap for my client. Upgrade the whole box if you can scratch it up, figure me?"

"Square it with me, Ford, my tits still hot?" (*´_`) She leaned way in, specced the side-eye from SCREE Chirt-Chirt ascending EEE through the tanktint windows, right figure whales are mammals too.

Flathead's oily eyes under that heavybrowed custom lawframe job in his skull slid along DeeDee, back to her digital pleading @_@ and shrugged. "You know I don't do organic."

"Fuck! I'm-" She pulled her shirt down. "I'm late, I'll hustle up a nextgen, usual rate."

"Sure sure. Clean it, client says this one makes everything taste like hot dogs."

"How's she know what a hot dog tastes like even where'd she get..." DeeDee vocalled on the downlow out the side office door, left ratbot and Bobby hankin paperwork in whatever new angle Ford was playing at. Color searing eyes blasted the world round her with sound again. Splasher and flasher swarmed the Mocra doors hungrily.

DeeDee swiped onto a delivery drone blowing down the sidewalk, vanished in a cloud of disintegrating adspray and splasher dust. Clix and spinners streaked her A/V edge while she fingerbanged the tamperfree(tm) deep into the loving waiting GPS and flushed it. Kern Holding halved the ad sprays, stuck her on a halfsec blind wait to cycle over the MAdaSS.

Didn't look half priced up over the viz, real park space and algea tanks, plastic green, trueviz rooftop boards and splashers all reigned in. Not many places scratched up enough to pay for gray but Kern and Morgan Stanely did. "Fuck where's this guy." Hustle and crowd pressed close round the bench powerbricks, all these droners worked virtual right on the walkway.

Coats slid up too personal in a curl, this guy has legs on legs and teeth like insect legs, curling open near DeeDee's whimsical cat-ear mods. "Let's private" it skittered those fine metal teeth to her mask glass, and made her go all >.<; with each word. "Whatever." She wrapped digits round multisegment hands and clasped private-public lines, perfect prophylactic for keeping conversing on the hush-hush without a fatal social disease.

"Why the cold brush, kittykat, doncha trust much," it thrummed in silk smooth inside sounds around the wire.

"Don't test my taps, snatcherino," she dropped an icicle hiss down the line. Hand in hand and out for a stroll through the walking workdead and high class bluemaroon adspray of the other side.

"Fair enough kitty, coulda had more playtime." It was wrapped up head to toe other than the segments in her hand and legs slipped in between bandages on its head. "Giving you a hot tip, fresh filter refurb, ex-corp sub and modded for ox, great deal for you. Free and install formatted."

"Real bargain bin I spec."

"No clones, no rebadge. I'll drop the pickup, all you do is courier like a good girl. No messing, no poking the drivers and wares, from your hands to the orca, and forget we talked. That's all." A ripple of excitement went through the walking workdead, furiously chattering through corp trades.

"Figure that filter's plenty safe. Figure that's why all the cloak n bullshit pussy snatching. Pure charity, no?"

"Trust, nothing's on your hands after this and you go back to nightly custom fingerbangs." Twenty insect legs curled around the cuff of its coat and withdrew.

"Might run this up a few contacts first."

"Might drop your filthy cunt in sulfuric acid if you do, clear enough."

"Distilled, fine, hit me with the deets."

Deet dusted, connect busted, DeeDee blew bowed kisses with fuck off finger flourishes while she walk backwards up an exec driverless, scuffing up the ten cent gloss on a two cent primer dip. Rolled with the high rollers through the Red Riser strip. She cut through the Whipping Whirlpool, high stakes operator she cut some autonomics for - head/body gamblers all got off on taking a chance on having their bodies wired in to fuck off enough debt to reattach their heads, double or nothing down to win a brand new model. Not a sale or soul DeeDee made, her personal opinion but no judgment. Slipped out the back door after a little slap and tickle pass through.

The back alley cut between WW and topline exec condoslugs, custom body stim tubes for a full home holistic virtual life, and the whole alley was packed with nimbyronment sentiels. Rained here so no one else got wet, wastecycle rats and sewer filters crowded up and down the black wet brick. DeeDee stepped live around the hyperaggro antipestation roachhives then out to the big blaze - adcolor burst wide round her as she hit the main road looking for drones and anthills.

No broker worth a salt shake missed out on bread crumbs and sugar crystals, and DeeDee doled em from her cargo pants pocket. Can't do acquisitions and void warranties without a big juiced net, a dropin with Guts was neg, hadda go pre-analog here full on prehistoric. Dime blaster swarmed each scrap, cheap motion sensitive, to small for spray. Rats bright and ready for fission snagged, but the bait made do and the march of Colony made its unerring path a bead of tiny black dots to DeeDee.

"Sweet sWeet sweEt bread Gluten carbo yeaSt verY Good sweet swEet yes." Couple hundred ants jeweled DeeDee's ears pretty as you please and twice as small. Colony sees all, knows all, lives everywhere, that singularly focused consciousness inside immeasurable ants. It all farmed belowground, and DeeDee got in the know when her mini-fridge busted.

No dropin, no line out, no unlink or download - just neko a horminga and her lips to Colony's ears.

[mym8812]

Shippers hating on jongin and superm for giving a generic answer of their single on Ellen , i wonder did they expect him to come out and reveal his long term gay relationship people can be so empathetic

she probably thinks it's funny or entertaining to make her guests uncomfortable but it's not. I watched each one of their reaction and I was sorry for them (especially ji: no need to be a body language expert to understand his reaction 😞). She's just a bad host in my opinion.

it's part of their job to play the role of single straight oppas totally available for their thirsty homophobic teenage fangirls.

I doubt that kd want to reveal their relationship because unlike edawn&hyuna they're both quite private persons especially ksoo.

they couldn't even if they wanted to. Not only would it ruin both their careers but many other people are involved: sm, yg, dpatch, krstal, jni, xo & sprm.

[kaisoounderground]

Ppl say that all this time the gay blind item was about a couple in bt s with 2 years age gap. But their company has a deal with dpatch so they are safe. Do you know something more about it since you a are a fan too?

Hello Anon, I actually don’t know anything about any blind-item that might really be about b t s. As far as I know, there are some possible b t s x girls pairings, but no blind-item gay pairing that I’ve heard.

If any of you guys have heard something, leave a comment please, for Anon? Or send an Ask or DM? Thanks!

Maybe someone will have info.💖💖 Sorry I couldn’t be more help.

[monochromekaisoo]

Can you help me clear something here? Ppl said that this specific kaist*l date was indeed staged by s/m and disptch in order to get the "proper" photos they needed for the article. They also said Ji/krys had been dating for real all this time, but the authentic photos disptch obtained were more scandalous and not suitable for releasing. What the truth here? O.o Aaarghh! I really wish that b ts video showing something to dismiss this theory for good !!

Hi anon, I’ll definitely try and help you work this out!!

So, first off, the only thing that the video proves is that the dpatch photos were indeed staged. So, no 100% proof about kxk being fake (ignoring all of the evidence proving ji has been in a relationship with ks this whole time lmao).When it comes to rumours like these, the best weapon we have for figuring out if they’re true or not is the timing. Did this rumour spread just before something big happened (likely to be at least based off truth)? Right after (most likely a cover-up)? Or after a while? And this rumour about dpatch having to reshoot because of how scandalous the original photos were came out right after several people called out the photos for being fake. Not before. If people knew that it was a shoot to cover up worse photos, why did no one say so? Why did these rumours spread after everyone agreed they looked staged? Points to a cover-up.Another thing is the fact that dpatch getting really scandalous photos of kxk in the first place is super unlikely. I’m sure you’ve seen other dpatch couple reveal photos (or just idols out and about in general), idols know that people take pictures of them. They’re not idiots. They are all extremely secretive, and they would be even more careful when out together, in a relationship that they don’t want people to know about.

So, that rumour is really fishy, wouldn’t you agree? I think our logical reasoning can appropriately discard it as merely a cover-up.

Thanks anon, have a nice day!!

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Final Fantasy Tactics Advance cheats & more for Game Boy Advance (GBA)

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Genre: Action, Adventure Developer: Square Enix Publisher: Nintendo ESRB Rating: Everyone Release Date: September 9, 2003

Hints

Fighter Combonation Weapons

After you beat the game you will get two Dpatch missions th rewards will be 1. Ebon blade 2. Adaman blade. These blades are good for one they are under the mythril weapons and anything under them is good, and two one blade is pure darkness and the other is made from adamntine and parts from a legendary Rockbeast.

Uber Damage To Rockbeast

The best way to do physical damage to the rockbeast is to take the Defender class give him Excalibur2 (get after beating the game) give him Maximillian armor (dont know if thats how you spell it) and then attack, I did this, my defenders lvl 49, attack is 607 def 620 and he does 180+ damage to the rockbeast.

Judgemaster Cid

You can get Judgemaster Cid to join your clan first beating the game, then completing all 300 numbered missions. Then go to Bervenia Palace and a cutscene with Cid will start.

How To Send An Enemy To Jail

This is a very useful move and takes certain units to pull this off successfully. First look at the laws for the current day. Have a unit beserk an enemy unit so it’ll attack you and break the law. After two attacks or one( if a unit is KO’ed) the unit will be imprisoned. Ex: Todays laws forbid the use of missle attacks. First have a soldier that knows “provoke”, go up to an archer, hunter, gunner, assassin (only if using a bow), or sniper. Beserk that unit and it will begin firing at a random unit (usually weaker ones). After the first successful attack, the judge will give the beserked unit a yellow card. If the beserked unit had KO’ed your unit, it will immediately recieve a red card and be sent to jail. After the second violation of the law, the judge will imprison the unit. The key to imprisoning enemy units is using different law cards that restrict certain actions, but be aware of your consequence and don’t forget the laws that are currently in effect. Note: Good for use in missions to get an easy victory.

Magic Wood

To make this mission easier go to ezels shop buy the missile card that prevents archers and snipers from attacking then go to the mission and post it up as a law and this will make the mission much easier.

Ritz Jobs

Basicly, Ritz only uses the jobs that a Veria does. Firstly, she’ll be a Fencer. Then, Elimentalist. Then, she’ll make a clan of nothing but Verias. In the end, you’ll have to face her and her Clan.

Get Babus

Clear the Left Behind mission, then enter a town and clear the With Babus mission to get him.

Get A Summoner

To get a Summoner you must get an Elementalist. Then have your Elementalist master 2 moves. Then change your Elementalist to a WHT Mage and have her master 2 moves. After that you should be able to change her job to a Summoner.

Shara

To unlock Shara, Ritz’s friend, as a clan member,clear “A Maiden’s Cry” mission. Then enter a town.

Ezel Berbier

To unlock Ezel, the crafty law card maker, choose “Gossip” in the Card Shop. Then, clear the “Reconciliation” mission.

Ritz Malheur

To unlock Ritz as a clan member, clear the”Mortal Snow” mission.

Cid Randal

To unlock Cid, Mewt’s Dad, as a clan member, clear all 300 missions. Cid is the royal judgemaster of Ivalance.

Nosada

To get Double Sword you must get a sword called Nosada.

Weird Names

Accept the mission “Prof In Trouble.” Then go to Lutia Pass. On the battlefield, there will be 3 Zombies. There names are the same as the 3 guys in the snowball fight in the real world.

Combo Abilities

When using combos the best way is by having attack combos with more than one person. When you you use a combo, have the other people in your clan that have combos surround the enemy you are going to attack first. Then attack the enemy and your other combo people will be blinking. Then choose Do it and then you and the other combo people will attack all at once. The best way to do this is to have the weaker clan members surround the enemy first and using the stronger combo man to start the attack. It is even better to have a gun combo with a Gunner because they do not have to be right next to the enemy to be part of the super combo.

Mission : Bored

Get Ezel in your clan, if you find his level too low as you haven’t been using him. Ask him to leave your clan. Then there will be a ‘bored’ mission, do this if you want to level him up a bit! Note: I’ve only tried this twice, save your game before asking him to leave just in case it doesn’t show up!

Successful Dpatch Missions

When doing a dpatch mission check your guys before you send one. If they are jumping, they will most likly succeed.If they’re just walking they have a good chance. If they are lying down crying like a little baby they will fail. So if you are doing an expensive mission and no one is jumping, don’t even bother and just wait till they level up

More Accurate Hits!

To hit the enemy easier, attack from the back or sides!

Recruiting Units

When you have 5 or less members in your clan, Montblanc will put up Recruitment Missions. These are 5 day dispatch missions that will get you another unit. Each month gets you a different kind of unit.

Characters With Medals

Certain enemies have small blue medals by their name. This makes them invulnerable to Law Effects, though they may get yellow cards, they will never get red cards.

Ultima

Ultima is the most powerful magic in the game. Once a character learns it, switch that character to a class with a weapon that has a long range like archer or gunner because Ultima’s range is based off of what your weapon range is.

Double Sword Skill

The Double Sword is an S skill that allows you to use 2 swords at a time. This is useful for learning skills becuase wearing 2 of the same weapon will double the amount of AP per battle you gain.

Race Jobs

If you did not yet know, there are many races in FFT Advance (5). Here is a list of what races have what jobs:

Bangaa:-Normal-WarriorWhite Monk-Expert-BishopDragoonGladiatorDefenderTemplarHumans:-Normal-ArcherBlack MageSoldierTheifWhite Mage-Expert-Blue MageFighterHunterIllusionistNinjaPaladinMoogles:-Normal-AnimistBlack MageThief-Expert-GadgeteerGunnerJugglerMog KnightTime MageNu Mou:-Normal-Black MageBeastmasterWhite Mage-Expert-AlchemistIllusionistMorpherSageTime MageViera:-Normal-ArcherFencerWhite Mage-Expert-AssassinElementalistRed MageSniperSummoner

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[cipheramnesia]

sneak peek:

First thing DeeDee noticed, her usual morning orgasm, or "morgasm," hadn't gone off. She was late, and splashers crowded her A/V specs, screaming flashing neon yellow red blue promises, 10 water rat guaranteed each spin, stop here twenty percent off premium-vu, act now to get free oxy-sub, plus about fifteen past due blasters for her leg mods, dayclix, manudex upgrade, face plate, other parts. She could see a narrow sliver of her room through the MAds, and she had a scrips balance lockout from the cockout. Groaning with irritation, clawed her way off the cot to the 12-key hardline, unfolded her tongue socket and jammed the bcomp line in, clattering the set in frustration.

Half the blasters, most of the splashers dipped. She got back audio and waist downs and rolled. "Whoooo turned my hot shots off? Who left the wallEMP off!" Micro drones winged around the room popping ad spray and sonics, a few were clamped on her with other past due notes. "Water ration overdue, water ration exceeded" circled her biomech cat ears. Swatted a two or three, fell on the wall switch to jam on the Flyswatter. DeeDee figured a couple hundred overall went pop, trailed smoke down. Ad dust everywhere from the spray. One was on her face?

"I'm not best pleased!" she said to no one, expressing her displeasure. Swept dust and drone crumbs with her feet to space clear in her studio apartment slash office slash workspace slash bedroom slash kitchen, and crashed on the deskchair, slapping dpatches along her limbs and a compstik into her faceboard. "No hotshot no swatter, noncon facejacked?" She untangled her hair from the ecb-plugs on her face tech and grabbed her digiplate because she was slumming it, pouted while the scrips and drips that got dug into her software and hardware ate the big edit to the sky.

While she was waiting around for the MAds and spamware scan [MAdaSS], she finally got to look over the C-Clamp chastity boot locked to her pelvic slot with optional NoPro (tm) insert for prostate denial. "What's this horseshit, who did I fuck last night?" DeeDee did not know what horses were, she imagined they were a kind of bird. Pinged out for her custom built EX neurosynth neovag and got fuckall, which pissed her because the whole point was fuck all.

Cyberpunk heist movie where a trans woman's favorite hot swap genitals are stolen and being held hostage, so she has to get together a crew of trans human misfits to recover them. Meanwhile the thieves have locked out her pubic region with a hack through the genitals' wireless ability and are spending the whole time edging her to fuck with her ability to concentrate on retaliation.

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[mym8812]

People who believe in jen.kai OPINIONS are invalid, but its kinda maddening how they go around spreading he a play boy when he only been with a man for almost a decade and only had 2 fake public relations

I entirely agree.

First, every ship of ji with his members or ji with his idols friends are more realistic than these 2 fake PR. At least they are longtime friends/acquaintances unlike these two beards who are complete strangers to him except for some dpatch photoshoots and other 'leaked by sm' cctv.

I also hate that ji is being depicted as a playboy by people who don't know him. He doesn't even give off vibe of a playboy like certain idols I won't mention. But of course only his fans know that.

Because of the shitty persona sm created, he has become a perfect target for constant gossip.

Yet he doesn't deserve this, him who met his first love in 2010 and only has eyes for him since then.

Plus he's a serious person who doesn't party, spends most of his time practicing his dance & singing and training his body and enjoy spending his free time with his family and non problematic friends.