"You're a fine warrior. Call me sentimental, but I wish we could have met under different circumstances."
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Mmm. Correction. There is no "best melee." There are only favourites.
i am the pulse blades #1 warrior. ride or die with that thang. one of the first weapons in the game they give you and it's the best one.
yeah yeah whatever NAME SOUNDALIKE BEAM
i do not trust my mental filter anymore. i’m going to start drawing people pregnant on a whim
made Joshua O'Brien from AC4 in 6 🔥
i may or may not have used the White Glint II colour scheme that I had previously 😶
that idea i had for branch raven finding 621 post-FoR and forcibly kidnapping adopting him... a teaser below the cut...
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The medium freighter ship, Tapio, was an old, beaten-up interstellar craft that had gone through at least three different Christenings since it had fallen into Branch’s control. When Chartreuse had liberated it from its original owner (some two-bit grey market smuggler who had bitten off more than he could chew), it had been named The Golden Fleece. Raven had let her rename it to Cheese Board, which lasted for only a few months before King changed it to the far more mundane Star Skimmer.
Chartreuse couldn’t really remember when they had changed it from Star Skimmer to Tapio, but it hadn’t been long after they made plans to run the PCA blockade over Rubicon-3. Even grey-market ships like these were aggressively tracked and logged whenever it so much as paused to take a fart in some piece of shit asteroid port, so scrubbing the identity was essential prep for big operations that would land you in some UEG gulag on Pluto.
They’d probably have to change it again, now that their business was concluded on Rubicon. It was Raven’s turn, and knowing them, they’d think of something either utterly boring, or thoroughly deranged. They called their pet cat Emergency Rations of all things, after all.
(To date, she still wasn’t sure if Raven was being tongue-in-cheek about that…)
Speaking of that cat, though…
Chartreuse grumbled as she shovelled soiled cat litter into its bin. The freighter was built with a crew of at least ten in mind, so Raven had dedicated an entire room to the little beast: cat trees, little platforms for Emergency Rations to parkour off of, toys that functioned as trip hazards for the unwary, and this monstrosity of a litter box that was huge and a massive pain to clean out.
Emergency Rations, as imperious as a queen overlooking her lowly subjects, stared down at her from one of its demonic cat trees. It was an ugly creature, in Chartreuse’s opinion: thin, scraggly fur with bald patches, one missing ear and crooked whiskers, with a broken meow that sounded like the strangled croak of a frog. Probably why Raven adopted it; they had a soft spot a mile wide for broken, ugly things.
“How do you shit so much?” Chartreuse sealed the bin shut and pushed it aside. “I swear you do it just to fuck with me.”
Emergency Rations just blinked its ugly goblin eyes at her.
Chartreuse finished up her daily task of tending to the beast’s comfort and slouched out of the ship’s cattery. After a brief detour to the ablutions to wash her hands, she went to the central mess hall that now functioned as a sort of communal area for Branch. The depressing steel benches and tables had been shoved against the walls and replaced with a battered sofa they’d rescued from a dump, and an old-world TV set with a video player and everything.
Chartreuse had no idea where Raven magicked up these relics, or why they had a taste for such useless antiques.
“The beast’s been dealt with,” Chartreuse declared when she walked into the living area.
King acknowledged her with a raised hand, not looking away from the TV screen. He was sprawled out on the sofa, so Chartreuse sat on the armchair. It was technically Raven’s armchair, but they weren’t here right now - too busy committing terrible life choices and all that.
“Is Raven still not back?” she asked. “We sure that rabid dog didn’t eat him?”
“Haven’t heard a thing since they left.” King picked up the remote and paused whatever was playing on the TV. He had a deep frown on his face, his expression troubled even if it didn’t show in his voice. “Their operator would’ve told us if things had gone sour, though.”
Chartreuse grunted.
It’d been only two days since the Second Fires had swept through the Rubicon system, an event they had only survived because they’d been in the process of leaving said system. They’d been mere moments away from engaging the C-Wave Drive to slip into subspace, only to perform an emergency leap to the nearest stellar body when a surge of volatile energy came exploding out of Rubicon-3. Thank god for that small planetoid they’d managed to shelter behind…
But instead of getting immediately out of dodge the second things settled down, Raven had all but commandeered the ship and started gunning back towards Rubicon-3 like a man possessed. When it came out that Raven was hunting down his successor… well, words were exchanged and Chartreuse may’ve thrown a chair at them, but Raven got their way, as always, and now they were here, twiddling their thumbs and waiting for Raven to come back with a potential rabid dog in tow.
“We might have to figure out a naming system if they do find him,” King said idly. “Raven Senior and Raven Junior, maybe?”
“Who’d be the senior and who’d be the junior?” Chartreuse drawled. “That Gen Four is probably a grizzled old man. Our Raven isn’t even thirty.”
“Guess they’d be junior then.” Somehow, King maintained a straight face as he said this. “We could always call the Gen Four after his designation. C4-621, if I remember rightly?”
“That’s…” Chartreuse wrinkled her nose. “So corporate.”
“Hound, then?” King shrugged. “It’s up to Raven, I guess. It’s their name they gave away.”
A name that the rabid dog had technically earned in the same way their Raven had. As sour as Chartreuse was about the whole thing, she grudgingly accepted and respected the dog’s hustle and fire. He’d trounced all three of them in a straight fight, and it was done purely through skill. The things he’d done with that laser dagger were obscene…
But Raven had always been Raven to her. She still called them that, hell, they all did, but if their successor was found and brought into the fold, then they’d have to bow their heads to proper tradition and accept the dog as Raven, and Raven as… Nightfall.
Ugh. She still hated that name. Nightfall. It was a name an edgy teenager would pick for their social media account.
real
Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊
Ok, I’ll go first
If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️🔥
Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊
Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!
this reads like something chatgpt would make
>Be me, 24 years old, still living with Handler
>Have an undying love for chicken tenders, like a true connoisseur
>Every day, I dream of the crispy, golden goodness that is a plate full of chicken tendies
>But there's a catch: Handler won't give them to me just like that
>He has this system of "good hound points" that I need to earn
>Each chore completed, each errand run, it's all worth points
>The more points I rack up, the closer I am to tendie paradise
>It's a simple yet challenging game that I've mastered over the years
>Wake up in the morning, ready to tackle the day and earn those points
>Vacuum the living room - +5 points
>Take out the trash - +10 points
>Do the dishes - +15 points
>It's like a quest, and I'm the hero seeking the ultimate reward
>I give my all, not just for the tendies but for the satisfaction of being a good hound
>And finally, after a day filled with hard work, it's time for the moment of truth
>I approach Handler with my scorecard, showing off my impressive haul of good hound points
>He looks at me, his eyes filled with pride and tendie-induced anticipation
>"My sweet 621," he says, "You've earned it. Chicken tenders for dinner!"
>Victory! My heart leaps with joy as I envision the feast that awaits me
>The tendies are cooked to perfection, crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside
>As I devour them, each bite fills my soul with a sense of accomplishment
>It's not just about the tendies; it's about the love and validation from Handler Walter
>In that moment, I know I am truly a good hound, and nothing can take that away from me
how to skibidi rizz (kill me)
Evan istg
Why are you like this
just remembered the time i watched the spinning fish video intently for like 15 minutes not thinking anything of it because spish and my teacher walked over and asked if i was okay
you can't draw me pregnant if you don't know what i look like >:]
just remembered the time i watched the spinning fish video intently for like 15 minutes not thinking anything of it because spish and my teacher walked over and asked if i was okay
WHAT. how rude of you. you're going to turn me into a british orb if you keep being rude
just remembered the time i watched the spinning fish video intently for like 15 minutes not thinking anything of it because spish and my teacher walked over and asked if i was okay
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sounds fishy
just remembered the time i watched the spinning fish video intently for like 15 minutes not thinking anything of it because spish and my teacher walked over and asked if i was okay
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this is how NEXTs work
At least in FoR you get revenge for it. FoR 2, AIE 0.
FoR route this, LoR route that, the endless circular argument about "which ending in Armored Core 6 is the best/worst/moral" is tedious at best, infuriating at worst;
There is no good ending whatsoever in the game, every route you can possibly take all leads to a bad ending, and you know why? because there's no route where they let Chatty Stick live.
YOU COULD'VE LET CHATTY LIVE, MOTHERFUCKERS /shakes fist at the general direction to Fromsoftware HQ
he should be able to give boons that just. flat increase your damage and nothing else
special boons for running Excalibur Stygian Blade or Lucifer Adamant Rail, maybe...
jesus in the hades art style
It's 3am for me but I do have some tips from memory for you
Your pulse blade will only do like 90% of its damage because of your arms which are actually kind of shit for anything other than AP maxing
Your booster is nigh-incompatible with that frame as the frame is heavy with a booster for lightweights. The P06-SPD will work far better as it's designed more so for heavyweights
Swap your generator for an Arquebus or RRI one as those have high EN spec which increases your energy weapon damage (Note it doesn't work on melee anything)
Get at least one kinetic weapon, that way you can swap to whatever damage type you need whenever
Also get a closer-range FCS like the Talbot which is the second best FCS in the game imo
My main build, NEVERMORE, uses all these tips minus the generator one because it has only one EN weapon other than the laser slicer, and even then it has a 96 en spex iirc
Either all that or go two miniguns, balam tank legs, and highest AP possible, worked for me on my first go around lmao
Playing Armored Core 6 and Balteus is clowning on me and has been.... For a while. 🙃 Ouch 😭
Aromantics are queer pass it on
Inspired from here
this is a school project lmao
The boss is weak to lasers on the main body and pulse tech on the shield if that helps Can I see your build? Having completed my third playthrough already I'm sure I can give you some tips to improve it :D
Playing Armored Core 6 and Balteus is clowning on me and has been.... For a while. 🙃 Ouch 😭