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2nd and 3rd to last images are character bios/roommate ads.
also, this is from chapter 6 in the manga of wataoshi.













2nd and 3rd to last images are character bios/roommate ads.
also, this is from chapter 6 in the manga of wataoshi.
genuinely, idk why I saw anyone glaze it. It isn't even as convenient as other emulators.
Mario And The Music Box is an RPG Maker horror game, and KWAS is a FNAF fangame, btw.
I suggest playing KWAS more, since its definitely BETTER, but honestly, I live for the old EXE era, where Spirits of Hell and the NU were the pinaccle of software engineering for the era. Almost none of its good, and I love it.
Tell me if you've heard this one.
A man finds his father, dead as a doormat, due to the actions of demonkind.
Why wouldn't he try to find revenge?
He would try to take back what was promised to him.
This is why I did it all.
Take control. Fool them all. Not one of them knew I was but a penguin, a waddling buffoon. I was better. Better than them. All of them.
All to find the woman that had ended my father's reign.
And I did.
Wearing his title. Wearing his family name. Wearing his life like a crown above my head.
So, naturally...
I will end her.
This world was never built for two Fergusons.
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Envy: ...Now. Geralt. Here's something I want to ask you, one last time.
Geralt: What?
Envy: Are you a moron?
Geralt: That's it?
Envy: You saw it all. You saw it. And you still trusted HERESY?
Geralt: Heresy? Oh-
Geralt looks at his advisor, beaten and bloody, yet without blood.
Geralt: ...I see no issue with this. Our goals are pure. We just want what's best for Magnesia.
Envy: Wow. That's something I've heard a thousand and ONE times, now!
Envy loads an arrow into his bow, firing it at Geralt, who deflects it with a hit from his cane.
Before the arrow explodes behind Geralt, sending him careening into a kick from Envy, who kicks Geralt back, then fires an arrow, a bolt flying toward Geralt, who swipes at the air.
Suddenly, the arrow appears behind Envy, hitting him square in the back of the head.
Envy's head hangs low.
Geralt: That'll keep you do-
Suddenly, with a start, Envy launches towards Geralt, throwing a swing, wide enough to knock Geralt off his feet.
Geralt hits the wall of the pit.
Or, rather, a portal, as he tumbles back, and falls down, aiming to stab at Envy.
Suddenly, Emerald tackles Envy, allowing Geralt to fall onto her, knife stabbing into her shoulder.
Emerald: I'm...sorry...kid.
Geralt: SORRY IS NO GOOD ANYMORE, IS IT? NOT AFTER I WENT ALL THIS WAY TO FIND YOU!
Emerald: I'm sorry...for what I must do.
Emerald steels herself, as she grabs Geralt by the throat.
Geralt: GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME! YOU SAID I'M YOUR SON!
Emerald: ...
She stares into Geralt's eye.
She sees nothing in them.
Emerald: I'm sorry...I'll join you soon.
Suddenly, a crack is heard. Deafening.
Geralt falls, dead.
Heresy steps back, facing a 3-on-one brawl, in a weakened state.
Copia: Any last words, Heresy?
Heresy: ha...ha...ha...YOU THINK THAT THE ANGELIC WEAPONS YOU HAVE CAN EVEN KILL ME? I KNOW WHAT I AM! I AM UNENDING! I AM FOREVER! I WON'T STOP UNTIL ALL THAT'S LEFT IS BUT DUST SCATTERED IN WIND! I-
Copia slashes, cleanly separating Heresy's head from his body.
Copia: Your kind ill need any time to ruminate.
Copia thtows the head to Envy, Drag On waking up.
Copia: You keep your own in check, demon. We have our own to deal with.
Drag On soars out of the pit, carrying Copia.
Passing one last glance to Emerald.
Both given one more chance to live.
Envy: How the hell are we going to get out of here?
Emerald: YOU BLOODY SCALY BASTAR-
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Magnesia has collapsed.
Again.
The nation now has no ruler. No state. Just a barrier to defend itself, just the strength of a people scorned. A place for protection.
The wandering band of what once was a Divine Flame regiment have come to name themselves as the "Knights of Dragoia", in open rebellion of their masters.
And, now...
Emerald, Envy, and Gloria, set off, yet again. To find a way home. Whatever their home may be.