CI RPG!!! - Patryk's Story
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Wow, you defeated Crash.
Congrats?
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ahhh exciteddd that was a fun chap btw
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I like the story.Its funny as hell and just great.
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alright so after this weekend i think i'll be able to get back to a relatively normal posting schedule.
one or twice a week at a lil over 1000 words a chapter.
i think i'll have another one tonight or sometime over the weekend i think, so yea!
also, thank you everyone for the continued kind words! i really appreciate it.
Chapter Cuatro
one or twice a week at a lil over 1000 words a chapter.
i think i'll have another one tonight or sometime over the weekend i think, so yea!
also, thank you everyone for the continued kind words! i really appreciate it.
Chapter Cuatro
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wow techno this is really great! I'm enjoying it a lot.
it sort of makes me sad I volunteered as an NPC *crey*
o well
it sort of makes me sad I volunteered as an NPC *crey*
o well
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aldjfhadfac i enjoyed that as much as usual u wu excited for the future chapters!!! aaa
on another note have no fear i showed this to my friend ava and she said that the patryk x brandt fics are on the way
stay tuned
on another note have no fear i showed this to my friend ava and she said that the patryk x brandt fics are on the way
stay tuned
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@Starmy: Yes. I am pleased.
But more serious post, your humor is just top of the line, Pat. Proud to be collaborating with you.
But more serious post, your humor is just top of the line, Pat. Proud to be collaborating with you.
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i like you and your friend avaStarmy wrote:aldjfhadfac i enjoyed that as much as usual u wu excited for the future chapters!!! aaa
on another note have no fear i showed this to my friend ava and she said that the patryk x brandt fics are on the way
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i maybe went overboard but there you go.
Chapter Pentagram
Chapter Pentagram
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you were right i do feel less angry
but still pretty miffed
but still pretty miffed
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I love that present-past hopping. Makes you itch to see what happened to get Pat where he is.
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My name is Cliff Hangar
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Basically this. Pretty neat.AtomicBat wrote:I love that present-past hopping. Makes you itch to see what happened to get Pat where he is.
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Chapter 666
“Oh- Oh come on! This is ridiculous! Who the hell burns down a coffeehouse? They’re not even important!” I scream to the sky, throwing my fists around. “WHY?”
“Jeez, calm down.” Dev tells me, coming from behind.
“Th- the whole building is gone! It’s up in smoke! What happened?” I hack up some black saliva. Ashen particles float through the air, and the even the simple inhale of such is painful. My teeth look blacker than usual just from the burning remains of an eatery floating through the air.
“Some bandits came by and burned the place to the ground. No idea why it happens, but it’s happened a couple times now. They just come through the town, take all of our food and burn the place to the ground. If we’re lucky we keep our chastity and lives.” Ka states rather flatly, shrugging a bit. He walks up to us from behind, wiping away a single tear from his eyes. “It’s been awhile, though, so I thought maybe I could get away with a nice restaurant this time. I guess not.” He frowns, and turns away from us. Dev comforts him with a pat on the back, and my companions, who were all apparently unharmed, surround me.
“Why doesn’t anybody do anything about this? They’re just frickin’, pardon my French, coming in and destroying everything and you don’t even fight back!” I exclaim, gesticulating and flailing my hands all over the place, demonstrating my frustration. Where articulation fails body language soars.
They all shrug. “We’re just civilians, we don’t fight back. We have no playful character to fight back with.” Dev states flatly, betraying her usual personality for a second for the sake of meta-discussion.
“That’s just silly! You’re happy with this life?”
They all sort of passive shake their heads no, but nobody really does anything.
I stroke my absence of a beard introspectively, and hold the hilt of my blade. This was quite the predicament I was faced with here. Here we have repeatedly abused victims of bandit violence, refusing to fight back because their ‘programming’ destines them not to. Despicable. Garnering all of my articulation and verbosity, I utter the most encouraging thing ever conceived. “Daaaaang. Aight, aight. Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna kill those bandits, and I’m gonna give you superpowers, and not in that order!”
“Shhhhh. It’s ok, Patty. Please stop.” Dev shushes me, putting her free hand onto my shoulder. I shrug her off and go back to making crazy images with my hands.
“No, no, really! This crystal right here gave me superpowers and it can give you superpowers too!” Suddenly, my inner infomercial came out. I caught myself and stopped speaking. This had gone too far. “I’m serious. We can do this. I need a team to save the world with and y’all are just the people for the job.”
Finally, one by one, they all start to nod with me. They passed the crystal around, and upon my instruction, they became heroes themselves. Their rags became armor, their possessions became weapons, and their instincts became golden. A team of champions surrounded me, and to call me proud would be the understatement of the century. I was hype.
Only Ka and Devan remained unturned.
Ka spoke up. “You can do whatever you want, I’m going home. It’s been too long of a day and I have ducks to tend to.” And thus, Ka was not a hero. That’s okay though, I barely knew who he was. I was much more concerned with mia amica, Dev.
“C’mon…”
“Let’s not.”
“C’mooooon….”
She sighs, and shakes her head. “Fine. Whatever. Let’s get this over with.” She grabs the crystal, and loses her maid outfit for the armor of a Valkyrie.
“Alright!” I pound my right fist into the palm of my left, and then raise my sword. “Let’s do this!”
“Wait. You do realize, there’s only five of us?” Twizzly speaks up, motioning to each of us with the tip of her spear.
“Y-yeah? And?”
“There’s like three-hundred bandits in that clan alone. Don’t you think we’re still a little outnumbered? El oh el…”
“O-oh. T-t-that many? Well, we’re heroes. We can take them. Maybe!” I say with a bunny hop, barely able to contain my mortal fright.
“Orrrr we could get more people.” Maple suggests.
“That’s also an excellent plan! Alright! Let’s go find more volunteers for world saving. Any suggestions on who before we leave?”
Dev is the first to speak. “Vic is probably free.”
“Radical.”
Paxi, in a moment of retrospection, tells me, “I think I saw Alex and Starmy up to no good. Not together, but I remember Alex still preaching that religion of his, and Starmy just looked bored.”
“Also rad, I like those two.”
Twizzly is the last to make a suggestion. “Fandral should be willing.”
“Oh rad. I think that’s enough!”
“But that’s only nine…” Maple speaks up, his dancers outfit completely at odds with his sheepishness.
“Welp, nine is better than five.” I give a halfhearted sigh. Even a sigh is too much energy for me to expend at this point. We’re going to die regardless of what happens, we might as well avoid any unnecessary casualties. Only the truly brave have to perish. “Anyway, would y’all mind going out of your way to contact them yourselves? I kind of need to take a break, I’ve been wandering around the city all day.”
“Yeah, sure.” They say in unison.
“Danke.”
My companions wander off to find more recruits, and I find myself alone again. I take this moment to recollect my self. My first real battle since I left my companions was at hand. A small army was now behind me, but in front a tidal wave of adversity. A ravenous band of marauders and cutthroats set against newly minted stalwarts of justice. When I write it like that it almost sounds interesting. But whom am I kidding; I was never as good as Brandt when it came to writing.
I was never really good at anything when compared to anyone else. I’m not untalented, simply a jack of the few trades I know and a novice of all else. I’m barely even successful at heroism. It’s been several days since our split, and as the others make their way through adventures unknown, I’ve been muddling around, shopping and chatting and eating; an excellent use of time, no doubt. Makes me wonder how I could inspire so many people to follow me into hell after just a three-minute pseudo-conversation.
To be fair, there’s a lot more to what I know about these people than simply three minutes in a conversations. I know these people near me well for the most part. Those I don’t know as well as others are in the uncomfortable position of me wanting to know them better.
The fire before my eyes dies down. Unsurprisingly, the thick black smog that had previously enveloped the entire city had dissipated along with the flames of demons. I wonder what demons I have of my own, and whether I’ll ever straighten them out. Reliance on alcohol is a no brainer, but why am I such an addict anyway? Why am I so doubting of my potential? Why do people like me? What am I writing for? What am I fighting for? Who am I fighting for?
Why am I in prison?
The question flashes before me again.
Of course, I know this story all to well. Against all odds, my companions and I slay the bandit kin, with myself taking the head of their chieftain. I can relay that story for sure.
But this clearly doesn’t explain my imprisonment.
I snap out of my trance. Memories in this cell are prisons of their own, clutching me and pulling me tight, refusing to let my mind wander further. Therapy has never hurt so badly. The wound on my head has largely healed, only dried blood and a scar to remind anyone of what has happened, and when I get enough water to wash myself off I might even look presentable. It has been a few hours since I have regained consciousness.
I rub my eyes and wipe the sleeping dust from them, and then yawn. This self-induced therapy, though emotionally trying, also involved me getting as much sleep as I could. Small comforts, I suppose.
My new team is assembled around the remains of Ka’s Place. We’re armed to the teeth with the most default looking weapons you might’ve ever seen. If there was a single metal involved beyond rusty iron and a single type of wood beyond driftwood in the craft of these arms I’d be shocked to the core. The very fabric of my being would be fundamentally in question. Blades are blades, however, and in the hands of an unseasoned soldier they’re worthless regardless of make.
Fandral, Alex, Starmy and Vic have joined us. We now suddenly have a much higher magical inclination on this team. That’s nice. I’m sure magic will save them from getting decapitated. Our band of heroes consists of the following:
So, naturally, the next thing I remember is all of us with our heads and hands between pillories, with a rather large man in a horned helmet screaming, “Tonight, we feast boys” to a crowd of middle-aged men with no sense of personal hygiene. Lovely.
I’m not exaggerating when I say this is literally the next thing I remember. The whole travel to the bandit camp is completely void from my memory. I suppose it’s because what immediately follows is so strikingly unusual.
“Sup.”
All heads turn and face the mysterious voice in the distance, and suddenly all the bandits clear a path for a wizard. He’s wearing glasses, but these glasses have shutters on them. Around his neck is the sort of necklace a clergyman would wear, but without any symbol for the gods, and the chains of pure gold. He’s got false teeth, clearly made by the greatest goldsmith and dentist in the land, and his hair is all the colors of the rainbow enveloped in a ball, constantly changing between each shade of every color. His pants are the shape of bells at the bottom, and he walks around shirtless, his body reminiscent of the types of models they make statues out of. I feel as if for the first time in life I’ve seen religion.
He approaches me with the grin of a demon, or perhaps an angel, and tells me “You know, you don’t have to die in a turn based fashion. You can fight back right now. We have the technology now.”
“What are these words that you are saying, oh Great One?” We all say in unison. We, of course, referring to my companions and myself, not to mention all of the bandits.
“We’ve changed the lands themselves. You may now fight in real time. Like real men. And women.”
“Thank you, Oh Mighty and Magnificent Lord of Funkiness.”
Thunder cracks and lightning flashes, and I hear Fusion’s voice once more. “Funky G get yourself back here now before I permanently ban you from life.”
“Welp, that’s my queue. Bye kids.”
Suddenly, the wooden bindings around our bodies are gone, and the psychological hold the wizard’s presence had over us is gone.
“What just happened?” One of the bandits yelled from the crowd, all of us standing in shock, awe, and confusion.
“I think this means we get a plus one towards badass-ness, right?” I ask, looking around at my companions. They’re all a little out of it.
With myself being the only cognizant person around, I grab my blade and drive it into the side of the chieftain’s neck. The blade refuses to go all the way through however, his massive muscles and my lack of strength not going well together.
Fortunately, he can’t breathe, staggers back, and trips on one of his bandits, forcing the blade the rest of the way through. My first head has been taken.
“ALRIGHT LET’S DO THIS!” Twizzly yells, plunging her spear into some unsuspecting chump’s chest.
A slash to the chest. A plunge to the heart. An axe to the side. A spear through the eye. Hellfire along their feet. Unholy beasts summoned from nothingness clawing their victims to death. Spells of healing life recovering our own wounds. Head butts, shin kicks, rogue punches, icicle impalements, bitten off ears, bloody noses, blood shot eyes, burning raider shacks. Roasting corpses, piles of bodies by the tens, the occasional decapitation. We were monsters, but damn straight if we weren't monsters who level grinded into oblivion.
At the end of it all, only my companions and I remained. I felled the last of the brigands, and we simply stood in admiration of our prowess with slaughter for a moment. After the final bandit had been killed, however, all the blood and fire and guts and cadavers simply ceased to exist, disappearing in a puff of smoke. This was our new life. This was the life of heroes.
The amazing thing is as we vanquished, mutilated, decapitated, and broke our enemies down into smithereens, husks of once enemies, not a single one of revealed any duress or regrets. We stared our victims in the eyes, tore them limb from limb, and simply moved on to the next one. I felt, for the first time in my life, like a Real G.
And a Real G would save the world.
“Oh- Oh come on! This is ridiculous! Who the hell burns down a coffeehouse? They’re not even important!” I scream to the sky, throwing my fists around. “WHY?”
“Jeez, calm down.” Dev tells me, coming from behind.
“Th- the whole building is gone! It’s up in smoke! What happened?” I hack up some black saliva. Ashen particles float through the air, and the even the simple inhale of such is painful. My teeth look blacker than usual just from the burning remains of an eatery floating through the air.
“Some bandits came by and burned the place to the ground. No idea why it happens, but it’s happened a couple times now. They just come through the town, take all of our food and burn the place to the ground. If we’re lucky we keep our chastity and lives.” Ka states rather flatly, shrugging a bit. He walks up to us from behind, wiping away a single tear from his eyes. “It’s been awhile, though, so I thought maybe I could get away with a nice restaurant this time. I guess not.” He frowns, and turns away from us. Dev comforts him with a pat on the back, and my companions, who were all apparently unharmed, surround me.
“Why doesn’t anybody do anything about this? They’re just frickin’, pardon my French, coming in and destroying everything and you don’t even fight back!” I exclaim, gesticulating and flailing my hands all over the place, demonstrating my frustration. Where articulation fails body language soars.
They all shrug. “We’re just civilians, we don’t fight back. We have no playful character to fight back with.” Dev states flatly, betraying her usual personality for a second for the sake of meta-discussion.
“That’s just silly! You’re happy with this life?”
They all sort of passive shake their heads no, but nobody really does anything.
I stroke my absence of a beard introspectively, and hold the hilt of my blade. This was quite the predicament I was faced with here. Here we have repeatedly abused victims of bandit violence, refusing to fight back because their ‘programming’ destines them not to. Despicable. Garnering all of my articulation and verbosity, I utter the most encouraging thing ever conceived. “Daaaaang. Aight, aight. Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna kill those bandits, and I’m gonna give you superpowers, and not in that order!”
“Shhhhh. It’s ok, Patty. Please stop.” Dev shushes me, putting her free hand onto my shoulder. I shrug her off and go back to making crazy images with my hands.
“No, no, really! This crystal right here gave me superpowers and it can give you superpowers too!” Suddenly, my inner infomercial came out. I caught myself and stopped speaking. This had gone too far. “I’m serious. We can do this. I need a team to save the world with and y’all are just the people for the job.”
Finally, one by one, they all start to nod with me. They passed the crystal around, and upon my instruction, they became heroes themselves. Their rags became armor, their possessions became weapons, and their instincts became golden. A team of champions surrounded me, and to call me proud would be the understatement of the century. I was hype.
Only Ka and Devan remained unturned.
Ka spoke up. “You can do whatever you want, I’m going home. It’s been too long of a day and I have ducks to tend to.” And thus, Ka was not a hero. That’s okay though, I barely knew who he was. I was much more concerned with mia amica, Dev.
“C’mon…”
“Let’s not.”
“C’mooooon….”
She sighs, and shakes her head. “Fine. Whatever. Let’s get this over with.” She grabs the crystal, and loses her maid outfit for the armor of a Valkyrie.
“Alright!” I pound my right fist into the palm of my left, and then raise my sword. “Let’s do this!”
“Wait. You do realize, there’s only five of us?” Twizzly speaks up, motioning to each of us with the tip of her spear.
“Y-yeah? And?”
“There’s like three-hundred bandits in that clan alone. Don’t you think we’re still a little outnumbered? El oh el…”
“O-oh. T-t-that many? Well, we’re heroes. We can take them. Maybe!” I say with a bunny hop, barely able to contain my mortal fright.
“Orrrr we could get more people.” Maple suggests.
“That’s also an excellent plan! Alright! Let’s go find more volunteers for world saving. Any suggestions on who before we leave?”
Dev is the first to speak. “Vic is probably free.”
“Radical.”
Paxi, in a moment of retrospection, tells me, “I think I saw Alex and Starmy up to no good. Not together, but I remember Alex still preaching that religion of his, and Starmy just looked bored.”
“Also rad, I like those two.”
Twizzly is the last to make a suggestion. “Fandral should be willing.”
“Oh rad. I think that’s enough!”
“But that’s only nine…” Maple speaks up, his dancers outfit completely at odds with his sheepishness.
“Welp, nine is better than five.” I give a halfhearted sigh. Even a sigh is too much energy for me to expend at this point. We’re going to die regardless of what happens, we might as well avoid any unnecessary casualties. Only the truly brave have to perish. “Anyway, would y’all mind going out of your way to contact them yourselves? I kind of need to take a break, I’ve been wandering around the city all day.”
“Yeah, sure.” They say in unison.
“Danke.”
My companions wander off to find more recruits, and I find myself alone again. I take this moment to recollect my self. My first real battle since I left my companions was at hand. A small army was now behind me, but in front a tidal wave of adversity. A ravenous band of marauders and cutthroats set against newly minted stalwarts of justice. When I write it like that it almost sounds interesting. But whom am I kidding; I was never as good as Brandt when it came to writing.
I was never really good at anything when compared to anyone else. I’m not untalented, simply a jack of the few trades I know and a novice of all else. I’m barely even successful at heroism. It’s been several days since our split, and as the others make their way through adventures unknown, I’ve been muddling around, shopping and chatting and eating; an excellent use of time, no doubt. Makes me wonder how I could inspire so many people to follow me into hell after just a three-minute pseudo-conversation.
To be fair, there’s a lot more to what I know about these people than simply three minutes in a conversations. I know these people near me well for the most part. Those I don’t know as well as others are in the uncomfortable position of me wanting to know them better.
The fire before my eyes dies down. Unsurprisingly, the thick black smog that had previously enveloped the entire city had dissipated along with the flames of demons. I wonder what demons I have of my own, and whether I’ll ever straighten them out. Reliance on alcohol is a no brainer, but why am I such an addict anyway? Why am I so doubting of my potential? Why do people like me? What am I writing for? What am I fighting for? Who am I fighting for?
Why am I in prison?
The question flashes before me again.
Of course, I know this story all to well. Against all odds, my companions and I slay the bandit kin, with myself taking the head of their chieftain. I can relay that story for sure.
But this clearly doesn’t explain my imprisonment.
I snap out of my trance. Memories in this cell are prisons of their own, clutching me and pulling me tight, refusing to let my mind wander further. Therapy has never hurt so badly. The wound on my head has largely healed, only dried blood and a scar to remind anyone of what has happened, and when I get enough water to wash myself off I might even look presentable. It has been a few hours since I have regained consciousness.
I rub my eyes and wipe the sleeping dust from them, and then yawn. This self-induced therapy, though emotionally trying, also involved me getting as much sleep as I could. Small comforts, I suppose.
My new team is assembled around the remains of Ka’s Place. We’re armed to the teeth with the most default looking weapons you might’ve ever seen. If there was a single metal involved beyond rusty iron and a single type of wood beyond driftwood in the craft of these arms I’d be shocked to the core. The very fabric of my being would be fundamentally in question. Blades are blades, however, and in the hands of an unseasoned soldier they’re worthless regardless of make.
Fandral, Alex, Starmy and Vic have joined us. We now suddenly have a much higher magical inclination on this team. That’s nice. I’m sure magic will save them from getting decapitated. Our band of heroes consists of the following:
- Patryk, Hero
Alex, Blue Mage
Fandral, Beastmaster
Vic, Summoner
Maple, Dancer
Devan, Valkyrie
Twizzly, Dragoon
Starmy, Trickster
Paxton, Red Mage
So, naturally, the next thing I remember is all of us with our heads and hands between pillories, with a rather large man in a horned helmet screaming, “Tonight, we feast boys” to a crowd of middle-aged men with no sense of personal hygiene. Lovely.
I’m not exaggerating when I say this is literally the next thing I remember. The whole travel to the bandit camp is completely void from my memory. I suppose it’s because what immediately follows is so strikingly unusual.
“Sup.”
All heads turn and face the mysterious voice in the distance, and suddenly all the bandits clear a path for a wizard. He’s wearing glasses, but these glasses have shutters on them. Around his neck is the sort of necklace a clergyman would wear, but without any symbol for the gods, and the chains of pure gold. He’s got false teeth, clearly made by the greatest goldsmith and dentist in the land, and his hair is all the colors of the rainbow enveloped in a ball, constantly changing between each shade of every color. His pants are the shape of bells at the bottom, and he walks around shirtless, his body reminiscent of the types of models they make statues out of. I feel as if for the first time in life I’ve seen religion.
He approaches me with the grin of a demon, or perhaps an angel, and tells me “You know, you don’t have to die in a turn based fashion. You can fight back right now. We have the technology now.”
“What are these words that you are saying, oh Great One?” We all say in unison. We, of course, referring to my companions and myself, not to mention all of the bandits.
“We’ve changed the lands themselves. You may now fight in real time. Like real men. And women.”
“Thank you, Oh Mighty and Magnificent Lord of Funkiness.”
Thunder cracks and lightning flashes, and I hear Fusion’s voice once more. “Funky G get yourself back here now before I permanently ban you from life.”
“Welp, that’s my queue. Bye kids.”
Suddenly, the wooden bindings around our bodies are gone, and the psychological hold the wizard’s presence had over us is gone.
“What just happened?” One of the bandits yelled from the crowd, all of us standing in shock, awe, and confusion.
“I think this means we get a plus one towards badass-ness, right?” I ask, looking around at my companions. They’re all a little out of it.
With myself being the only cognizant person around, I grab my blade and drive it into the side of the chieftain’s neck. The blade refuses to go all the way through however, his massive muscles and my lack of strength not going well together.
Fortunately, he can’t breathe, staggers back, and trips on one of his bandits, forcing the blade the rest of the way through. My first head has been taken.
“ALRIGHT LET’S DO THIS!” Twizzly yells, plunging her spear into some unsuspecting chump’s chest.
A slash to the chest. A plunge to the heart. An axe to the side. A spear through the eye. Hellfire along their feet. Unholy beasts summoned from nothingness clawing their victims to death. Spells of healing life recovering our own wounds. Head butts, shin kicks, rogue punches, icicle impalements, bitten off ears, bloody noses, blood shot eyes, burning raider shacks. Roasting corpses, piles of bodies by the tens, the occasional decapitation. We were monsters, but damn straight if we weren't monsters who level grinded into oblivion.
At the end of it all, only my companions and I remained. I felled the last of the brigands, and we simply stood in admiration of our prowess with slaughter for a moment. After the final bandit had been killed, however, all the blood and fire and guts and cadavers simply ceased to exist, disappearing in a puff of smoke. This was our new life. This was the life of heroes.
The amazing thing is as we vanquished, mutilated, decapitated, and broke our enemies down into smithereens, husks of once enemies, not a single one of revealed any duress or regrets. We stared our victims in the eyes, tore them limb from limb, and simply moved on to the next one. I felt, for the first time in my life, like a Real G.
And a Real G would save the world.
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Re: CI RPG!!! - Patryk's Story
Patryk's internal struggles are very real and heartfelt, and I'm extremely drawn to his character. The direction you're taking is great. Keep it up.
Keep following this guy everyone, great things are coming.
Keep following this guy everyone, great things are coming.
"Oh baby won't you stop it/you and I haven't got it
Television romance "
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Re: CI RPG!!! - Patryk's Story
praise b
to funky g
also
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LISmPmdUhYA
to funky g
also
don't be a zeroTechnoGeisha wrote:What am I fighting for?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LISmPmdUhYA
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Re: CI RPG!!! - Patryk's Story
I also appreciate Patryk's internal struggles and can connect. The action was pretty awesome too. And Ka is a lazy butt. Anyway, yeah, can't wait to find out how Patryk's in prison and what happened to his teammates!
Re: CI RPG!!! - Patryk's Story
As I said last night, this is awesome. Really awesome.
I think I'm gonna do some sketches for this just for fun.
I think I'm gonna do some sketches for this just for fun.
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Re: CI RPG!!! - Patryk's Story
hi i wanna respond to comments cuz i don't do that enough!
danke everyone!
linds and brandon, ur continued support is radical.
paxi, if you did art, i'd literally explode with happiness.
titu, your nonsequiturs are comments and that's cool comments are cool.
danke everyone!
linds and brandon, ur continued support is radical.
paxi, if you did art, i'd literally explode with happiness.
titu, your nonsequiturs are comments and that's cool comments are cool.
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Re: CI RPG!!! - Patryk's Story
thanks man you're cool too
Re: CI RPG!!! - Patryk's Story
i'm here
i'm queer
...hi there dev *wink*
(i finally got around to catching up to pat's story, now time to do the other three, sobbu)
if it means anything tho i was inspired to make an art (CI RPG!!! EXCLUSIVE "SNEEKPEEK") [HIGHLY RELEVANT]
i'm queer
...hi there dev *wink*
(i finally got around to catching up to pat's story, now time to do the other three, sobbu)
if it means anything tho i was inspired to make an art (CI RPG!!! EXCLUSIVE "SNEEKPEEK") [HIGHLY RELEVANT]
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