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     But hey, V1′s coin haul is going surprisingly decent today. It seemed some local patrons to this Golden Ward arcade had heard the absurd story about a funny-looking robot fishing in nearby public fountains for coins, and had tossed some more tokens in accordingly. The machine itself had no clue about the rumors.      It had waited a day before being escorted away from the premises, and then it had waited a week—tactically deciding to try again when the arcade staff were at their busiest. Behold, Golden: the complex decision-making of a war machine.

     The process was disturbed not by ticked-off staff, but by a gaggle of crying snot-faced kids rushing out of the arcade doors. Through their babbling, V1 understood that they were collectively heartbroken over something that happened inside. It was something about not getting what they wanted?

Cue Travis Touchdown ( @tenhoursofgamingaday ), exiting the arcade with a giant, rounded cartoon cat plush.

     It looked like he had to carry the stuffed prize with both hands—it was a marvel he had squeezed it out of the door. Upon his entrance, a new chorus of sobs erupted from the group of kids, which was really annoying to have to work through.      Sick of it, V1 flicked a wet arcade token up in the air, then punched it, sending the coin right into the vulnerable weak-spot belly of the cat plush. It bounced off, the sight and sound of the coin hitting the ground shocking the kids into a sudden silence. Good. Now V1 could get back to—

Then the kids began to laugh, real hard.

     This fog is suppose to bring a challenge? Perhaps it would have been more fair if he only had the Yamato, weakened as it first was. But it seems the more time he spends in this mist, the better he is able to... adapt. The fog occasional gives form to demons long past, though nothing worth noting. Fodder would be generous. If nothing else, it allows the swordsman to refine his skills after months of monotony. And, seemingly as some sort of reward, more power comes back to him with each confrontation.

     But it’s still not enough. There is far more power to tap into, and far more lands to cover. This game needs to be made a tad more interesting... And it seems the silent call is answered.

     Far off in the distance, the slayer can hear a roar— like an echo from the past. Yes, back in the Temin-ni-gru... That atrocious demon who thought himself worthy of vengeance against Sparda, against his bloodline. It seems he must be put down once more.

     ... On the other hand— Some bumbling fool is strolling around without a care in the world, not far off to Vergil’s right. And he only took notice of the new arrival during his search for the source of the prior howl. ... Hm. Odd.

tw: murder, death

“geez. what’s the story here?”

“geez” doesn’t even start to cover it. Jed’s just entered the city and he’s already found his people. well, not the guys at his feet; the guy standing directly in front of him, wooden katana in hand. for a cheap toy, that katana’s made a gnarly weapon. blunt force trauma, evident by the broken necks and split heads. fascinating stuff.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Travis!

You will be housed in CONDO 426.

You'll retain the use of dark step up to five times per day. You'll also be given a wooden sword.

It'll be extended for you, you have a fantastic day as well!

Reserved for you! And you have a great day as well!