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[thecensusbureau]

"-I can't let you have these things because they're not safe for you to handle without someone watching over you. You'll be safe here, just call me or Papa if you don't feel like it, okay?"

Cucurucho then kisses Asha's forehead, standing up from where they were kneeling to be within her height range. They ruffle her hair with a parting pat as they move towards the door leading to the office shortcuts.

"I won't be long, okay? Just a short moment to talk to Dad, and I'm coming back home after."

They wait for their daughter to pipe out an "okay," with a nod before stepping onto a warp plate into their office. Cucurucho sighs. It's been a good while since they were even here. A month or two, they guess judging by the light dust that has settled over their monitors and desk. At least their workers keep their plants alive.

After adjusting their casual and appropiate enough clothing in the full-body mirror and getting rather nostalgic over their barely used workspace, Cucurucho steps out the door to begin their nervous wreck of a trip up towards the main higher-up office. The floor itself doesn't scare it anymore, her boyfriend being there lessens the memories a little bit, but it still hurts to even remember the dread of simply just arriving. Their workers being around also helps.

Several notice its prescence as it takes the long way up and converse in small talk and greetings with an overall message of being missed around the building. Some even accompany Osito on the elevator ride and as it walks off to the private sectors.

Right as her paw lifts from the scanner, familiar silence and darkness hits Cucurucho with unease as they continue on their walk. This floor used to just be dark, with living and breathing, non-fur over metal, employees that bustled around them as they'd make their way onto the second elevator to take them all the way up to the most isolated floor of them all. The cold empty breeze hits them again.

It's silent, and dim, and horrible, and overwhelming, and they just can't feel like they can even ever breathe. The feeling of metaphorical lungs restrict the air coming from their snout, and Cucurucho clings onto the wall behind it and painfully breathes. False raising and lowering of their chest as they gasp and gulp for air they simply do not need, with unneeded tears reflexibly springing to their eyes.

Why now, why bother? You're so close, you can see his door a few feet across from you. Why are you afraid? Why are you panicking? You're alone, and you're making another fool of yourself where you believe you're being watched and yet there are no eyes on you at all.

Osito inhales deeply, and walks forward.

At the door, their paw instinctively raises up to knock while their body tenses like it has months ago. But they're safe, they're fine, because when they give a knock, a warm face greets them instead. They don't have to hide here.

"Holy shit, you scared me." Jeremy admits, his hand over his chest. "I mean I knew it was you, 'c-cause of the knock, but I just- wasn't expecting that you'd visit. Come in, come in!"

He pulls them inside, arms immediately folding over their fat and hands worming underneath their shirt to squish the fur on their back. Their partner sighs deeply, burying his face in their body like a dog that missed its owner. Cucurucho doesn't mind though. They chuckle, smiling to themself, as they shut the door and indulge in the hug. "Miss me that much?"

"Mmh. You know me. I barely see you at all lately... work and all." He hums. His hands moving feel like unintelligable shapes on their back. "Let me just... be here for a second, and you can... tell me what you're here for." It nods, admittedly enjoying the attention that it selfishly missed.

Cucurucho absentmindedly moves its paw over to brush his hair, gnawing its synthetic cheek as it thinks over its words. "Well, funny enough, I'm actually here about... work." Jeremy looks up enough that it catches Cucurucho off guard to choke. "Ah- About my work, specifically. If it's not too much trouble, if you'd let me back in the office?"

He raises his brow almost amused that they'd even consider such a thing.

"Oh, you don't need to do such a thing, love." Jeremy starts with his hands now moving to the sides of its head, its cheeks squish and rub in a comforting pattern. Cucurucho almost yields by instinct.

"I don't want you to come back and like, I don't know, have the mindset that I'm your boss around here while being my partner at home." He shrugs, "I think it'd be less stressful for you if you just don't clock in at all."

"Plus with Asha around, you'd be juggling a lot of work, and I just don't want to inflict that kind of stress upon you."

That's sweet, for sure. And she gets it, Osito understands that he means well by this. He knows how they get around the office, their past with the higher-ups, and struggles with work in general. He knows that they don't want to go through that again, and they love him for that. But it's different this time. It's different because he's here. It's because he's in charge, and he knows them like the back of his hand.

So why does it feel really... bad? That he's trying to protect them, that he's not hiding the fact he doesn't want them to relapse into their vulnerability at the Federation. That he doesn't want them hurt again.

"I... understand that, however, honey, I just..." Cucurucho's voice strains. How do they tell him that they need to work again just for an important meeting? Just so they don't feel useless? It's selfish.

"I-I really need to come back. It's important. A-And for the Board of... Directors... meeting." They mutter.

"That... group of higher-ups that-that hurt me, and promoted me, and berated you for it?" Jeremy says incredously. "I- Rucho, I don't want you to come back if it's just to impress them. I don't want you working just because you were pressured into it, that's fucked!"

Cucurucho opens their mouth to argue, but he's right. They shake their head. "I-I know that, but I just don't want to show up—"

"No, no no... I- We'll just have the Bureau go instead." He shakes his own head, pushing back against them now. "I'm sure we'll find an alternative or something, Osito. I just don't want you to go through that again."

"I'll find some way to manage without you, okay?"

And something breaks inside of them. Like glass shattering and its pieces piercing onto their fake skin for them to bleed out as if it didn't hurt. Such meaningless words hurting a robot who had just learned how to feel fully. For the first time in its mechanical life, the lights in their eyes dim as they struggle to even process what their Duckling is saying to them.

He's bringing their head down to kiss their cheek, and all they could think about is if he had already managed without them anyway. He's smiling, and they find themself smiling back nervously.

They feel faint.

"Hey, cheer up, baby. It's not that bad." Jeremy jokes, unaware of the amount of dread his girlfriend is experiencing right in front of him. He squishes their cheeks like a pet in an attempt to cheer them up. "At least you're not in boring meetings all the time, heh." Cucurucho wants to bash their head in.

"...Right."

Their shoulders get patted, and as Jeremy steps back, they slouch. He sighs, brows furrowing with a concerned smile. "I'm sorry, if I like... disappointed you. I just don't want you hurt again for something- avoidable and stupid." He shakes his head, wryly chuckling to himself. "I love you, you know that right?"

"I... Yes, yes I do." Rucho weakly agrees, giving him a dry giggle. They sounded unconvincing, but he believed them.

It's still the truth, regardless.

"I'll see you at dinner, don't try to set the kitchen on fire again." Jeremy teases, sticking his tongue out at it with Osito instinctively doing the same. It giggles, light temporarily setting back in its mood. "I'll try. I um... I'll see you later, sugar." "See you."

He steps back forward and gives them one last squeeze, stepping away with a tip toed kiss that leaves Rucho tasting coffee and him tasting sweets.

When they both turn away, Pato going back to his work, and Cucurucho going behind the door, it presses its back against the frame with its paw holding against its mouth. They know he won't hear anything, it's soundproof from the inside and out, so they know he wouldn't hear them trying not to fall apart immediately. Heaving for no reason, holding back false tears, and trying to calm down.

Osito hiccups.

There's no real reason why they're crying, or even threathening their pristine white fur to get ruined by black sludge of its tears. There should be though, they weren't hurt, they were, in fact, being saved from being hurt in the future.

Shouldn't they be happy? Shouldn't they feel good about this?

They don't know.

Cucurucho takes the long way back again, wiping their eyes and plastering their well-known and well-practiced smile back on. Nobody takes a second to doubt it. Not even Asha, who darted to clutch their leg the moment they entered into the house again.

Osito takes a second to recover, when Asha gets tucked out curled up next to them, and calms itself down. There's no reason to be ungrateful. It'll be okay. So it shuts its eyes, takes an unneeded breath, and stares ahead.

Focus on Home.

It's where you belong.

[jade-of-mourning]

the mighty fucking herons

rough height order in my head i guess… edvin (168cm) —> lydia (170cm) —> jesper (171cm) —> hal (173cm) —> stefan (178cm) —> ulf & wulf (182cm) —> stig (190cm) —> ingvar (idkreallyfuckingfallcm)

shading was half assed but i tried to make the colors palatable. clothing and hair are both not historically accurate but neither are the horned helmets now, are they?

[ancillaryjurisprudence]

oh cool the old 1.0 period patch notes!  Lets see what features they were adding in the year after the official release of the game!

*touches ground* something terrible happened here

[strifetime]

Two 'Tale of Food' servers are closing (Global, SG/MY) and I'm,,,not about it to say the least

[c0zmo-writes]

I want to make a fun little Beetlejuice discord server so badly. Only problem is that notifications overwhelm me and I mute every discord server I join within two hours of joining it. I JUST WANT TO CONNECT WITH PEOPLE 😭

[rorydrawsandwrites]

RUNS FULL SPEED AT U AND JUMPS ONTO UR BACK CLINGING

happy birthday bestie ilyily and hope you have the bestest of days 💕 you deserve so much!!

JEREMEYYYY SQUEEZING YOU CRUSHING YOU INTO PINEAPPLE PULP (affectionate)

THIS IS SO ADORBS I LOVE US we are going to fall and break so many bones bc I can't carry you </3 but wouldn't it be nice. Love you very much pal /p

[sunb0ts]

love looking back at chat in my offline server and having a moment of clarity

[mollypaup]

Sometimes I think "perhaps I am engaging in some needless paranoia by compulsively downloading all of my favorite things and making a personal archive of them all" then something I like stops being available online and I go "oh, no I am extremely reasonable about doing this"

[thecensusbureau]

Cucurucho waves off the Bureau but as it turns, their smile drops and flips it off. They walk off though to find their new office.

...

After a few turns and memorized pathways, Cucurucho checks, double checks, and triple checks the room number and designated floor. Cucurucho blinks. The room is far, away from most offices and a floor above HR. That's unfortunate.

What's more unfortunate is that the office is... Well, it-

It's in rubble and ruin. It is actually just a destroyed office. There's debris, settled dust, and even dried blood. Blood. Cool. So something must've happened. And this is- Cucurucho's new office.

It grimaces, takes a look at the camera, and deflates as it walks in to fix the office up.

This would take forever.

Everything is going well. For the first time, Bureau's workload lifts. It finds itself decently surprised by the change, going out of it's way to patrol further, check security to observe the medical issues the current resident was having issues with- even checking in on the last of their egg experiments within the facility. Which, of course, was a poorly made decision. The small child did not crawl out from beneath the bedframe. Perhaps another day it would check the progress itself, for now it sticks to the files and the experimentation team's written results. So now, it takes the time to wander the facility and do some internal processing. Walking and thinking. How strange, the chance to do this. Of course, it's good mood sours as it's paws come to a stop, staring at what could have been a mirror's reflection just a little bit ago. "Ah," [ @thecensusbureau ]

[thecensusbureau]

It's been exactly a full week and a half since Cucurucho got denied for that meeting, and a half a week since they got the consequences for it.

The scars can't heal, so they've just been redoing each stitch every so often. Their paws started shaking less with time, and their patchwork could almost seamless. Almost.

Cucurucho rushes this time, however. Their fat jiggles as they hold their top over their stomach with another paw pulling the needle through and from the torn open silicone. The need to hurry stitching themself up takes priority over looking normal, if they wanted to leave the house in time before Asha wakes up from her nap. (They always fixed themself when she did. The timing just had to be done.)

Hastily pulling its undershirt and sweater over its body, Rucho wriggles out of the bathroom door of the master bedroom and kisses Asha's forehead on the way out.

The trip felt the same. Warp, reminsce in the office, leave, small talk, walk. Warp, reminsce on the floor, leave, pep talk, walk. At least the hallway sounds with the pitter patter of quicked paws than trembling legs.

Cucurucho had been practicing everyday, facing itself (at a broken mirror) and conversing as if it was talking to its partner (they can't imagine how he looks at them). They rehearsed, and rehearsed, editing and tweaking a script that seemed to change depending on how Rucho predicted his reactions.

Oh honey, I can't still, I'm sorry. Are you serious? You've got to kidding, right? No. The final answer is still no. I'm doing this for you, for us. If it's really for the best of the Island... Of course you can go.

(I can't lose you.)

What Cucurucho can't predict is what they find once they opened the door.

The Bureau stands at the front end of his desk, arms crossed and a stoic (more annoyed now) look on its face. It turns around with a smooth whir, ear twitching at the interruption. Rucho shrinks.

Their partner however, perks up. Jeremy stands, immediately coming over, (muttering "Thank God,"), and holds their paws. He stares at their intertwined hands, for a second, then realizes.

"What are you doing here?" His head shoots up, alarmed in a subtle way. "Is there something wrong at home? Sorry, if I didn't get your call if you did call me- Is Asha okay? What—"

"No, no, no... It's fine, everything's fine at home." Cucurucho laughs softly. Their fingers grip his firm, yet gentle. They hope he can't see their scars from here. "I'm.. just here to talk about the meeting."

"Meeting?" The Bureau interrupts from the side. They both turn to look, and it looks even more uncomfortable. "Sorry, I did not mean to bother this... intimate moment." It gestures to them both. Cucurucho stifles a snort, but nods along anyway. "But we were just in discussion of a meeting ourselves. In fact, you were mentioned, were they not?"

It takes another second for Jeremy react. Distracted, she assumes. They did interrupt after all, that might've screwed with the entire groove. But he confirms in the end, nodding and facing them back. "Right, right. Yes, yeah. We were just talking about you."

"You mentioned about going to the Board meeting, and as I found out through the Bureau, you kind of already told us both about who they are." He says, "Honestly, you really don't have to go at all if that's what you're here for. You can just... I don't know, tell us more about this meeting, and I'll send word that the Bureau is going."

"Wait what."

The Bureau sputters, visibly shocked by this sudden drop in of plans. The former doesn't become surprised, not because Jeremy had already told them that it would be going instead, but because the Bureau has a system. A schedule and a calculation for everything. Everytime something gets added or does not add up at all, they short-circuit.

Sorry, not Cucurucho, the new Bureau.

"I- Pardon? Is this why you asked me to discuss today?" It asks. "I did not prepare for myself to enter this meeting." (Liar. Cucurucho assumes. It probably already wanted this to happen.) "I simply assumed we were just discussing what oppurtunies this could be made of."

"That's alright, Bureau." Rucho starts, voicebox trembling a bit from the fear of another rejection. They press on. "You won't be going to this meeting,"

"I will."

"What?" "Excuse me?"

Jeremy interjects first, hands tightening theirs. "I- Rucho, I told you that I don't want you to go. I don't want you being hurt-" As the Bureau overlaps, brows furrowed and ears pressed. "-I'm sorry, but am I or am I not entering this meeting for you? Frankly, I am rather offended by this ordeal—"

"-again by those people who fucked up your life! I don't want you to go just because they always expected you to—" Their voices mix and yet separate in their ears. "-as your superior other, and how dare they not ask me instead? I've done more than you ever could have and yet—"

"-go out of your way just to hurt you again, and I just geniunely, can't stand the thought of..." Jeremy's eyes trail down to their paws again, with Bureau's twitching and staring at them irritated. "- here I am being left alone to work for your mistakes, while you get to do nothing and play house! Are you aware that—" Cucurucho tunes out its voice out of their ears.

Jeremy looks like he's done the same too, simply staring, admiring, observing, their paws. Fingers rubbing over fur and metal joints before he moves one of his hands to the plush pink pad of their palm. He notices the thin line over it.

Cucurucho says nothing of this discovery.

"Bureau, that- that's enough." The higher-up says, turning over to the second-in-command. It stops, addressing the request, and smoothens its fur. "Right. I apologize... for that outburst. Continue."

"Thank you." Cucurucho nods, mechanically clearing their throat. "It's... honestly rather complicated to even explain how this even happened."

"We have all day," The Bureau says. "I'm sure crucial information like this is beneficial to better our situation, is it not?" Instead of turning to them, it turns to their partner as if they weren't even in the room. Their paws tighten.

"I am aware it is, but it is... honestly, just... really long to explain in full detail." Rucho grits her teeth. They don't want to spend all day here just explaining family drama related to the context of board meetings for the past decades. It can't verbally summarize everything for the sake of a decision to go to this meeting.

It can't verbally describe the (needed, correct, and deserved) disciplining it gone through. Not with him, not with them who never and will ever experience this, not now.

A tap interrupts their quicked thoughts, several even. (Frantic yet gentle. Familiar.) Cucurucho looks down to his finger tapping the top of their paws. (L/O/V/E-Y/O/U) Their grip tightened too much. Shit, sorry. They mumble aloud, letting go slightly. He just nods, silently as if they were conversing to themselves only. "Sorry." They say again, this time to the room. (I/T/S-O/K)

"For withholding information?" Bureau asks with a raised brow (and a disgusted look). It gestures to the two of them. "Honestly, for the better of our understanding, I think you should—"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Jeremy interrupts, shutting the second bear in the room again. Its paws tighten, Cucurucho lessens their own in turn. "Just, tell us at least enough. We'll figure it out, right Bureau?" He continues, pointedly asking it as he turns to it.

It simply, and stiffly, nods.

Osito just sighs, thinking over what they'd be willing to share. Just enough, but what counts as enough in this context? And what is enough to share that context without outing anything? They need to be careful.

"What... I am allowed to say, that isn't confidential by any means..." They gnaw on her lip. "...is that for the longest time, I was the sole representative for this side of Federation's Islands. With that, they had gotten used to me, and because of that familiarity, they did not allow anyone else to come instead. So much to the point that the address of the meeting's location has been secretive towards later and most staff."

"As of right now, I am the only one, at least within this building, who is aware of the location, the Board members, and the itinerary for the whole meeting. The Board usually discusses points such as Island and job status, progress on current projects, and future oppurtunies."

"And I'm sure as both of you are aware, our status is... rather awful."

The Bureau looks at them directly in the camera lenses. By stare alone, they already know what it's saying. "You did this. Your fault." They know.

Jeremy, on the other paw, bites his lip. He keeps having his eyes at their conjoined hands. They can assume he's thinking about their past conversation. "That's why," they think, "that's why they asked for their failed job back."

Cucurucho continues.

"Anyways, I... After- a recent event," They awkwardly reword their thoughts. "I am now being... threathened, let's say, to push through with my invitation to this meeting."

"I completely understand if you still want to say no, though." Cucurucho mumbles, head and gaze pointing towards the floor. "I failed at being the Bureau, and with that mistake has led us to where we are now. This was all my fault. I didn't want it to be this way, but it has. I understand if you still want the current Bureau to go. I'm sorry for-" Quick recovery. Do not choke now. Cry later. "-for putting us all in this position. I'm sorry for failing my only job." And they tilt their whole body down now, a polite and pleading bow. An apology.

"Rucho..." The manager before them starts. "I- It was never your fault. Don't say that." (Not now.) His hands curl tightly into theirs. "I didn't know this was why you wanted to come back, or why you wanted to go to the meeting." (I wish you told me this sooner. That you got hurt again.).

"It- I- As much as it pains me to say, honestly... I think you should go."

Both Bureaus shoot their heads up, directed at him. "Really?" "What?"

"I- I don't have to, you can just have it instead!" Cucurucho exclaims, as if they hadn't come all this way to refute that. It got what it came here for, why is it rejecting this? (They can take it, they can handle it.) "I-I'm just, I just- I didn't really think-"

"No, I'd have to agree because it sounds as if neither of you acknowledge as if I'm in the room." The Bureau's ear twitches. It quickly smoothens out a patch of fur on its chest. "I can take the offer still, I can simply learn—"

"No. They're going." The higher-up decides. Jeremy squeezes their paws, getting Osito to refocus.

"I think it's better for them to go right now." He says, seemingly thinking over his words this time. "Cucurucho's a veteran, and they just said they knew everything already. If they want them, then we should let them go." (It's for the better.)

"It's for the better." He finishes their thought aloud. "Meeting dismissed."

The Bureau sputters, baffled at how the meeting has turned out this way, and Cucurucho can only assume it had simply gained infortmation and gained nothing in return.

(Because that's exactly what happened.)

It huffs, fans whirring so loud, that Cucurucho understands the popped up emotions in its program are overloading. It's angry, and possibly at them. More even. That's alright.

It leaves with a walk that if it wasn't subtle enough, nobody would notice that it was positively fuming. That is if the sharp slam on the door wasn't enough. Jeremy almost exhales way too quickly.

"Fuck, I knew it'd be pissed about this." He sighs, rubbing their fur. "I'm sorry about it, and like, everything that happened. I didn't know." He then moves a hand over to rub against their cheek.

Cucurucho instinctively nuzzles against the touch. Melting as they sigh themself. "It's alright. Honestly, I didn't know either." "...Mhm."

With the Bureau gone, he gets touchy. Both hands on the sides of their face, trailing down to give them a hug underneath their layers of clothing just to feel their fur. Osito can feel his hands ghost over their poorly stitched wounds. He's frowning, and they don't even need to ask why.

"Oh baby," Jeremy breathes. "What happened to you?"

"I didn't want to tell you," Cucurucho breaks in a whisper. "I didn't want you to say yes just because I'm like this."

"Rucho, you're hurt." He says. "It's my fault, this- this is the event you're referring to, right?" Jeremy nervously laughs. "They did this to you, didn't they? Just because I didn't let you go?"

"I'm sorry," It hiccups. "I handled it. I'm fine. It'll be fine." Cucurucho lies, covering their eyes to stop any threathening tears.

"I didn't want to worry you."

"Not telling me is worrying me. Baby, please, just because I'm at work all the time doesn't mean you can't tell me when shit like this happens." He shakes his head. Jeremy brings his hands over their own, gently bringing them down to fold over and intertwine again. "We're partners now. I want to know when shit like this happens to you. I don't care if I'm working, I don't care if you think I'll be mad, because I'm not!"

"I just want you and Asha safe, okay? I'm sorry that I'm not around for this." He then moves his hands over to engulf them in another hug. Tighter and deeper, more desperate. "I'm sorry I'm not around for you. I'm sorry this even happened in the first place. I just didn't want you hurt again."

"I love you, okay? I fucking love you."

Somehow, that's what gets the dam bursting for them in the office. Rucho sobs, breaking down from the build up of their overwhelmed mind. They cry ugly, and he holds them like this isn't difficult.

As if they aren't making a huge mistake, and they're so caught up in it that it hurts. He holds them close, with an arm around their back and another on the shoulder to stabilize as if this was the easiest thing he's done today.

They breakdown, and he comforts them as if it's no big deal. Cucurucho could burst into more tears.

After a few minutes of letting it out, and taking the time to calm down, they sit on the floor where they stood. Jeremy sits beside them with hands going up and down their arms in support. He chuckles. "...Feeling better?"

"I..." Cucurucho sniffles, wiping their eyes. "Yes, yeah." They sigh. "I-I'm sorry I just did that, I just-"

"Shh shh shh." He interrupts with a finger pressed to her mouth. "You don't have to tell me, okay? You're fine." They just nod with glazed eyes, and they both fall back into a comfortable silence for a little while longer.

"If it helps, I can stitch you up when I can." Their boyfriend offers, "Or I can just... I don't know, call Tubbo or something to help you. I don't want you covered in stitches while you don't feel safe in our home." (In you.) "Is that okay with you, Rucho?"

They nod, and he goes into a grin. Jeremy stands up with hands pulling them up with him, (they do it by instinct not that he's actually strong enough to lift their weight), and starts to lead them towards the warp plate in his office. "Wait- are you taking me home? You don't have to, I can just go back on my own."

"Well, who's going to be helping you with dinner?" He asks with a smile. "I'm on my break now, I've decided."

Cucurucho blinks, subtly feels a weight lift off their shoulders, then it sighs affectionately with a shake of their head. They're smiling now too.

"Just promise me not to talk about this over dinner. I don't want Asha to know about this just yet." "We can talk about it another time then."

The meeting is in two weeks. They have plenty of time to prepare. It'll be okay now.

They'll be okay.

[melodycantmiss]

going back in time to kill those fuckers building the tower of babel so i dont have to mod my switch to play fanslations of games im autistic about without english versions

[dark-falz]

so is playing pso card game good? i always see you posting gifs from it and it makes me wanna try it but i am afraid.. tell me something more if you can? i always prefer oppinions about things from ppl who actually are fans..

ahhhhhhh is c.a.r.d. "good?" ........welllllll.......I'm gonna be so blunt with what I remember........back in the day......most PSO fans would say no, but I think this is mostly because it was so different.

I have a hyperfixation on the lore and connections of magic science and divine of the series, so this is all stuff I can put up with. BUT like there's some huge things I need to address rn too

As someone who confidently played Yugioh semi-competitively a few years back, I'm so ass at c.a.r.d. revolution it'll walk us right into my next point (I have a habit of over complicating every other card game tho ._.;)

late game gifs of the game are not my gameplay, but my favorite person's/partner's, via private stream (they knew I was recording/making gifs)

haven't seen end game of the Arkz side yet or all the character's stories

The issue with the game was watching them get soft locked for turns being unable to move for a sped up 20+ minutes just because "the cards don't play right". Map layout and double battles can increase the chances of this happening.

I find it worth mentioning you must talk to all the characters before heading off and playing cards as them. This is how you get story missions. However, doing some character's requested story missions will cancel out other character's requested story missions. There are guides on PSO-world for this, but it does seem slow moving with the way that you have to properly play through the game over and over to see the big picture with all playable characters.

There's a lot of reading to it as well, like on top of already being a deck builder if that would be an issue. I've always found the game comfy though :3

[dxxtruction]

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[thecensusbureau]

"You're welcome. Goodnight Cellbit."

Cucurucho pauses for a moment, it looks like it was about to say something else but stopped themself before doing so. They turn their heel.

"Welcome home."

It leaves Cellbit in the hallway.

God, the wind is awful. Cellbit can hardly see with how it whips his hair over his eyes. The rain isn't any help, either. Hopefully it will clear up soon, and Richarlyson will not be quite so sick. The kid is miserable, and Cellbit despises the fact that xe cannot be there for her. It's for her, everything is for her, but that knowledge does not do much to keep the loathing away.

Cellbit makes xir way to the wall, half-blind and stumbling from the downpour. It's worth it. The twisted ankle he inevitably ends up with, the anxiety gnawing deep within his stomach, the guilt that drowns him more than the rain ever could. It is all worth it, so long as xe completes xir mission. So long as xe keeps everyone safe.

Cellbit almost crashes against the wall when he finally makes it there. He leans against the cool stone, arms crossed, and waits.

(@thecensusbureau )

[madame-mongoose]

if i got lethal company would anyone wanna play with me blink blink

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THIS close to learning how to mess with app coding just so i can take a nostalgic trip on a game thats been shut down for years now