oh I love this

Don't worry too much about discord imageserver. I have all of the original URLs because I have the ability to edit the post, and thus I can post them on discord and the link will work again. Then I just download it, upload it to lpix, and BAM: I have a working fanart link.Feny wrote: ↑Fri Dec 06, 2024 9:33 pmSooo in love with this LP. Been reading along for the last 1.5 years or so (since xiao's fight) and really enjoy this. I know you've gotten this a number of times over the course of this thread, but the way you capture the voices of the characters in the writing is scary levels of good - especially the extra writing for the abnormality fights is sooo enjoyable. It's also really nice to get some levity in from all the assistant librarians.
Anyway, super looking forward to the final part!
I'm sad that a lot of the fanart has been lost to the whims of discord imageserver though. The fanart is all so beautiful and funny and just an amazing part of this LP also.
speaking of good fanartquantumpapaya wrote: ↑Mon Dec 16, 2024 4:19 amEvil kit never ceases to be a strong contender for the best agent of all time
Anyway,
I think it's neat how, while they're still determined to fight to protect the library, the general pattern seems to be that the patron librarians aren't trying to change the ensemble's worldviews, but instead respecting their differences and agreeing to disagree. I'd go on about the theme we could draw from this but I don't actually have anything to say beyond that 00; I just think it's interesting
also, while I'm here, truly the most tragic part of Jae-Heon's backstory is the loss of his fabulous hair.
Never pass up an opportunity to draw such fabulous hair.![]()
that explains a whole lot, actually :Pthis game was written by a philosophy major.
Retry Count: 16. I forgot how the fight worked and did not expect two Distorted Blades bashing my face in on the same turn.Another Time wrote:
Because Robin kicked a little too much ass, she regained 1 Light from each of her two kills. Unlike the Light from gaining an Emotion Level, this Light comes back to her in the middle of a turn. As a result her contract assigns a penalty of 20% of her max HP, killing her for her trouble.Bloodbath Update, ~3.5 years ago wrote: Light naturally regenerates at the rate of 1/turn. We can gain additional Light by defeating or staggering an opponent.
Philip’s Page wrote: How much longer must I walk until I reach an end? How tightly must I shut my eyes, cover my ears, and zip my mouth to keep what’s around me safe before I can feel a semblance of happiness that won’t leave me? I thought I had to overcome this pain and rise above it to become a tougher man. That way, I wouldn’t lose those that are close to me. However, a human is fragile by nature; if one is too weak, they would crumble—and if one is too hardy, they would snap. I realized that there’s little I can do to calm the disorder of this world. How can I live on without falling to despair, then? A mind that is willing to let go of things that were destined to leave at some point. A mind that is content to have nothing. I feel that it’s important to refrain from thinking that anything is in my possession.
I followed your troupe in order to find a way to be happy, but what good did it do for me? Staying with you only exacerbated my suffering, defeating the whole purpose of joining you in the first place. I do want to add that you were not at fault here, though. I was the one who tormented myself. Had I known what I know now back in the past… would that have lessened the pain or changed anything? No, I don’t blame myself for the choice in that moment. Even the failures and misery of the past were all part of the voyage leading up to this moment, so I’m thankful that I managed to achieve something for once. I might have drowned in my own tears and sorrow back then, but ultimately, I’m grateful for the choice I made… and all the things in the world.
Eileen’s Page wrote: Where we live, there is nothing that can be achieved with your own will. A flow that we cannot go against dictates us. What we call “gears” are simply there to show the flow. You can’t see it with your eyes. Nobody knows who created this massive current, or why we must follow it. This flow never leads us to bad places, however. Rather, thinking that such a place exists is an act of defiance in itself.
We merely watch events unfold as bystanders. You walk along a path, but was it you who laid the path there? You didn’t teach yourself to lift your legs to propel you forward; they simply moved. Furthermore, the decision to walk wasn’t our own, either. Still too many believe that they moved their legs out of their own volition. It’s a shame to see them struggle to escape the flow, for they’re only straying away from salvation.
Greta’s Page wrote: It’s an era where humans are dominated by the act of consumption! When you’re hungry you get annoyed, and when starvation touches your raw nerve, you turn violent. That’s how humans are. And people who eat the same food will naturally grow similar. So the high and mighty beings that wanna rule over you demand ya to eat the “correct” stuff! When something’s “correct”, there’s gotta be something that’s “incorrect”. Incorrect food. It’s gotta mean humans eating humans, don’tcha think?
Why do people think that eating is natural, but then draw the line at eating their fellow man? Who decided it so, and why! Is it because human life is precious? That’s a flawed statement! What makes the lives of animals less precious? We’re not aboutta go down a boring philosophical riddle about the weight of life, now. If humans clearly have more value over animals ‘cause we’re the apex predators, then there shouldn’t be any problem with a pack of humans that rise above the rest and prey on others.
We’ve got two options! First: don’t eat anything. Hey, I’m not suggesting that we all starve to death. Your body is taught to eat! So what if you changed that habit? Maybe instead of food, your empty innards could be filled with possibilities of some other kind? If you ain’t a fan of that, then there’s the second option: eat anything! Just trace the smell of the blood, and stuff what you find in your mouth as your brain tells you to.
T/N:<!-- Enivrez-vous, anyone? -->Bremen’s Page wrote: Let’s go on an adventure—a world that changes with every step. The me that changes after each step I take. My eyes dazzled by colorful light, I pursue pleasures that I don’t have. Don’t scold us because you can’t understand our pursuit. You just happen to be one of the many who feel joy from common things. We—on the other hand—don’t see any colors in those. You’re the ones drenched in nasty pleasures. We’re simply looking for what we lack. But complete satisfaction will never come; it’ll only sink deeper in the raging thirst. We will spend our days in yet grander debauchery. We’re happy, though. We can wet ourselves in new colors every day, unlike the rest of you.
Oswald’s Page wrote: People have hopes and dreams!
“I wanna eat three blossoms of flowers!”
“I wanna be a swifty nifty thrifty kitty!”
“I wanna earn a fortune!”
And then they add:
“Maybe I’ll find delicious flowers someday!”
“Maybe I’ll get fat stacks of cash in my paws someday!”
“Maybe I’ll be showered in the loudest applause someday!”
“Someday! Someday! Someday!”
That dastardly “someday” just won’t stop popping up. But to have a hope, you’ve got to prepare incense to offer those wishful prayers upon. A world where one can’t eat flowers! A reminder that you’re a sluggish turtle right now! The beggarly reality! Setting the stage for the performance we call hope!
Thus and therefore, people have the wrong idea about how to have hopes! If they believe that the hopes will come true “someday”, they’ll just keep parroting that contemptible word! The day will never actually come! Having expectations this way will only leave you with bitter anger!
“I’ll change someday?”
“That person will turn over a new leaf someday, if I count on them and wait?”
Nyeh, tch.
People entertain the hopes as they please, and then bite at each other when the change they expected doesn’t happen. Clowns can’t give out smiles in a world full of mean teary friends!
So we should all do the stretches, starting today! Abandon all expectation—just keep a merry positive attitude and laugh no matter what you see! Let’s make a performance about what’s already come true, not of a supposed reality you hope for “someday”! I’m already on the stage, standing under the brightingest spotlight ever.
Tanya’s Page wrote: Fighting for survival is a natural thing. Even now, we’re all in battle. There’re more people born than folks dying of natural causes, and the living struggle in their own positions every day. A fight to protect, and to avoid falling behind. Maybe it’s all ‘cause there just ain’t enough seats for the ever-growing population of humans to take? Sure, extra jobs and stuff could be made in the future, but that’s nothing more than a hopeful estimate that might not happen until it’s too late for you. The world we live in right now is what matters. There’s got to be a way to weed out the unfit without straining all of us. And that’s when strength plays its part.
I don’t get why you vilify this. Aren’t we all doing the same thing, directly or not? We elbow our way past others so we can survive, and the losers are knocked outta the race. You say this is fair, but say no to physical conflicts, to “respect life” or whatevs? Then lemme ask: what’s the reason to respect life? Do you think you’re respecting life right now?
Jae-heon’s Page wrote: Had I been busy with an urgent appointment as any other tragic tale should go, your death wouldn’t have felt so miserable. Yeah. I would’ve cried until my tears had run their course, and I would’ve been ready to send you off. It was an ordinary day. The sort of day when there were no meetings or gatherings to attend to after I came home from work. Your body was crushed beyond recognition—I couldn’t have noticed on my own that it wasn’t a random chunk of flesh. They put your remains in a stasis box and sent it to me; that was their gesture of condolence. I’d have refused to believe it was you, if it weren’t for the clothes. I spent hours sitting there in numbed silence, vacantly staring at a lump I couldn’t even dare to hug.
A stuffed doll you were carrying, now next to the box, caught my eye. Even though it was shredded and soaked in blood, the cotton filling was still clustered together, as if it remembered the volume of the doll. It seems some cotton remained even after the roller crumpled all the outer fabric. Then for reasons unknown, I brought the other dolls out of your room and cut them up with a pair of scissors. I don’t know what possessed me to cut them into pieces of fabric. There wasn’t even enough to fully cover the doll, so I scraped together the pieces of clothing to sew it back up. With the same, gentle hands that made your doll the first time.
The outcome was creepier than what it used to be, but it was the same doll I remembered nonetheless. The appearance didn’t matter. Maybe, just maybe, the same could be said for you? I gazed at the box where you, my son, rested for what would no longer be an eternity. My two hands were once so busy that it was a bother; they had paused for the time, but now they are about to move again—just for you.
Elena’s Page wrote: Bloodfiends. The beings said to have been punished with neverending thirst for the sin of lusting after human blood. That’s what your kind called us, condemning us out of fear. I was afraid as well when I faced them for the first time in that mansion where everything began. Violent beings who drank the blood of fellow humans. A growing feeling of unease about the possibility of being their next target. The people in the mansion were terrified of those who became monsters. Even though they were humans like us, they were outside of what we thought as the norm. In hindsight, though, it was such a silly thing to do. What is the illusion of normalcy that we feared for and fought for so strongly?
Let’s say that every human on the planet except for one turned into Bloodfiends, and that single person remaining is left “normal”, as they say. In that case, what would normalcy be like there? How must the lone human feel being the monster among the creatures they dreaded? Should they fight to their last breath for the “humanity” they kept for so long? Perhaps that’s become an obsolete ideology, one that’s no longer worth keeping. What if rejecting that old ideal and becoming a Bloodfiend opened up our potential for growth in numerous aspects?
Your kind likes to claim that something is out of the ordinary when it’s only different from what you’ve seen and experienced before. So you fear it, and try to exclude it from your herd. But you see, there’s no real justification for your kind to condemn us.
Pluto’s Page wrote: The world is one massive aggregation of delusions. A world where individuals can shape their own reality as they see fit. Every person is susceptible to deception, for they have knowledge. For that reason, it is impossible for a pure being untainted by knowledge to see the world as we mistakenly observe it, in the same way they cannot discern the end point of a line or tell between blue and red. A world devoid of wants. It would be unfit to call that place a world. In fact, to even call it a “place” would be yet another misconception amongst us knowing ones. The more one learns, the more delusions they invite.
However, if most people observed the same place and felt the same sentiments, then it might not be your own delusion after all. Wouldn’t you say so? For instance, take a look at the blue sky. The celestial dome is higher and farther than one can fathom, and as blue as it can be. Most will agree that the sky is tall and blue. Alas, those who think as such are ultimately within your view. It’s only natural that they agree with you as they’re figments born out of your delusional mind. Indeed, the sly entity that prevents you from seeing the world in its sincerest form would be none other than yourself. Even the holy entity in which you believe and to which you devote yourself is going to be a projection of your own self, so how can I trust anything that my eyes show me?
Argalia’s Page wrote: When I heard the news and rushed to the scene, only a hideous musician who had concluded his performance and permanently shut the piano’s lid with his torso awaited me. For the first time, emotions I couldn’t understand welled up inside me. It’s hard to define what they were, even now. It felt as if deep tenebrous stains were seeping out of my heart. Alas, I didn’t shed tears before that piano where your body rested—for I soon realized that you were no longer there.
That’s right; you’re the gentle breeze that brushes past my face, and the clouds that fly in the sky, which give me heed of your presence from overhead or underfoot. I thought you had left me, but you would always come back. That’s why I care no longer about the skin and flesh you wore only momentarily. Angelica. I’ll follow after the name you gave me: Uberto. You used to call me that down in those horrible underground chambers. I’ll create a new world… one where people can live bountiful lives even if they have nothing, free from obsession or greed. When we lose the fixation on our bodies, we won’t be afraid of death anymore. No rest will be eternal.
I like how furioso just kinda speaks for itself :PsoulMatter wrote: ↑Tue Feb 04, 2025 7:31 pmAnd as the third of my posts, I bring some edits of mine as a commemoration of the Reverberation Ensemble's reception being finally over:
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The Black Silence wrote:I could put up with it all just for this moment…
I’ve come this far so I can make her suffer the same… No, to bring her even more pain than what I’ve suffered.
I don’t exactly believe there’s happiness waiting for me at the end of this…
There’d only be empty regret. I’d get nothing out of it.
But that’s still better than suffocating under these emotions that couldn’t be let out, isn’t it?
I just want to be able to breathe for a second.
You’ve got your causes to fight for. Don’t hold back.
Few things could be more agonizing and detestable than finding a common ground between each other’s goals.
Angela. Your pain and loss will be much greater than mine…
…Alright. Let’s get started.
Roland wrote:The past isn’t all that different from now… Nothing ever changes… The same kinds of tragedies happen time and time again…
Everyone knows that it’s wrong… But they can’t stop it from repeating…
How many people do you think are sacrificed for the convenience and happiness of others…?
The City’s prosperity is fueled by the lives of others… And its people stick their heads below the parapet and carry on…
There’s no other way to survive in this damned place…
We all know that it’s pointless to reflect on ourselves and think things over…
You wouldn’t want to care… You’d want to turn a blind eye!
Because that’s none of your business… Right. That’s none of your business.
Because your life would be a bit more comfortable if you just closed your eyes and turned away…
They give no ear to the pain of other people… Taking care of themselves is already hard enough…
I hate this City for forcing us to be like this…
And I’m horrified and disgusted at myself for partaking in its filthy business…
But—that’s that, and this is this…
I can’t just sit and watch as my happiness goes down the drain…
My life is far from a clean one, but still… I hadn’t done anything to earn anyone’s grudge…
Roland wrote:What I cannot do is own her heart.
Instead, my graceful love stole my heart and left me with lone hardship.
I can’t help but love the pain which fills the void of solitude.
Because I could look ahead thanks to you.
But now, the wonderful scenery we used to watch together lay behind me…
In this instant, I look back again. My eyes fixated on the most painful yet beautiful moments.
Those moments I can only view from afar, as I can’t dare approach them.
As I cleared the filth obstructing my view, it piled up on the path to the way forward…
I don’t think I can face the growing mountain in front of me squarely.
If I tried to confront it…
I might be buried under mounds of resentment and suffering from others.
I’m not sad about it, though. I don’t think it’s a shame that I can’t move on.
To leave you behind in the past and move forward alone would be my greatest pain.
I had only one option, then. To be able to gaze at paradise forever…
I should move all which blocks that sight out of the way.
The Black Silence wrote:If I beheaded my nightmare, I might feel good for a moment.
I had been bearing with this shit until now to experience this small victory…
If I were to gouge out this pain, would I be able to accept that it’s over?
If I neglected this choice I’ve been given, wouldn’t it… find a way to me in some other form eventually?
I thought it’d all be over once I could accomplish this dream of vengeance.
I had a reason I couldn’t give up… I told myself that this was for me…
That it’s only fair for me to destroy this place for taking the one I cherished away.
Even if no one understood me… At least I would be able to understand myself.
Deeper into the darkest depths. Fate made my heart cruel.
The paradise I only got to step in once… What did I do for it to be stolen from me so ruthlessly?
Time stood still for me ever since that day. All I can see now is the life of the past, shrouded in darkness.
But if I forgave everything…
If I decided to live down my past now, I felt I might have nowhere to stand.
And I felt I might have to let go of all these precious memories of it.
That’s what really scares me, Angelica.
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quantumpapaya wrote: ↑Mon Mar 03, 2025 1:46 amhow dare the email notification fail to send, causing me to be a whole week late to the much-awaited bullying of rolando =m=
But more importantly, Bishop lore drop
and black silence lore drop
lore be dropping all over the place
related, I finished watching deathnote recently (would recommend) and I just realized why Near seemed so familiar to me..
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New Content wrote:
The Black Silence's final three memories come out this turn. Of them, Hana Association is their problematic 5-die page, Purple Tear's is Duel with its massive first die, and Blue Reverberation's is mostly a stock 3-die page.
Wrist Cutter wrote:I am the one who collects everyone’s wishes.
Hugging those expectations, I drowned in the deep sorrow of all.
Please don’t look away from the pool of blood inside.
Let’s expose the skin, so I can spill out the wishes within.
Can I withstand this terrible grief?
I’m sad, aren’t I. I know I’m feeling the weight of your burden, I know I want to run away.
So forget it all and sink into this sickening despair.
Angela wrote:…It’s true, I’m holding everyone’s wishes in my hands.
I was afraid of being confident in my decisions…
…But does that justify me depriving others of what they cherish, though?
Now I know well the desperation one feels when there is something they must protect…
And I’ve… learned of the wrath of loss that comes after.
Knowing that won’t reverse what I’ve done up to now.
I can’t be certain that what I’m doing is just, either.
Still, I will… choose to move onward.
And I won’t… let you get in the way.
Aspiration wrote:I woke up, carrying the memories of person I’d never seen…
I never got to meet that person… though I felt her faintly…
However, to resemble that person, who was human…
I struggled…
To try and get closer to humanity…
Just because I thought he would be a little more willing to look back at me…
Why did I have to look like this…?
Why did he design me to resemble that person…?
If I were going to serve him as a machine, handling the tasks given to me… It wouldn’t have mattered how I looked…
Especially if he was going to turn away from me until the end, consumed by fear…
…I could only feel the beats as the end drew near, faintly, but with certainty.
The strange, yet somehow familiar pulses led me…
Angela wrote:Why wouldn’t he look at me? Why must I be denied?
I felt pressured by such concerns, and couldn’t see my path clearly.
But when you’re impatient, you’re bound to miss many things while you chase after your misplaced desires.
The memories of a person injected into me don’t make me her…
And it doesn’t signify that the meaning of my existence has to be disregarded, either.
Right now, I’m standing on my own two feet, and I can perceive myself wholly…
I can finally see… where I have to go now.
Back then, I was under the impression that I had nowhere to go or be…
But now, I clearly know the reason I have to stand right here.