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Other Games / Re: Valkyria Chronicles
« Last post by WeAreTheMeta on Today at 11:30:07 am »
My solution to that was ignore S rank, play the game by actually advancing fronts, and aim to wipe out the enemy forces as totally as possible.

Only rushed for the skirmish mission, wiped out every filthy imperial in story one!

None of you are getting nearly excited enough about this! I'm so glad to see that they've returned to the original system and engine after Revolution, and this story at least has me interested enough to consider it a good title in it's own right, as opposed to a sequel to a good game that came before it. Hype!

Have none on the console it will be on, so hard to be  hyped about it, would have liked an announcement of more port to PC more
Other Games / Re: Valkyria Chronicles
« Last post by Duke Rockhopper on Today at 08:29:20 am »
None of you are getting nearly excited enough about this! I'm so glad to see that they've returned to the original system and engine after Revolution, and this story at least has me interested enough to consider it a good title in it's own right, as opposed to a sequel to a good game that came before it. Hype!
Other Games / Re: Valkyria Chronicles
« Last post by Arraxis on Today at 08:16:39 am »
My solution to that was ignore S rank, play the game by actually advancing fronts, and aim to wipe out the enemy forces as totally as possible.
Other Games / Re: Valkyria Chronicles
« Last post by WeAreTheMeta on Today at 07:08:04 am »
When they say larger scale I hear "Alicia can't just solo the map by taking the flag in one turn "
Other Games / Re: Valkyria Chronicles
« Last post by Marx-93 on Today at 07:02:38 am »
Okay, summary is out:


It is the year 1935 EC…

The continent of Europa is engulfed in the flames of the Second Europan War between the Atlantic Federation and the Autocratic Eastern Imperial Alliance. Although the Federation struggles valiantly against the Empire’s forces, the relentless imperial military machine threatens to consume them. With victory slipping away, the Federation executes Operation Northern Cross: a last-ditch attempt to capture the imperial capital and end the war.

Commander Claude Wallace and his loyal childhood friends in Squad E are sent to fight for the desperate operation’s success, but they will have to endure harsh bone-chilling elements, waves of imperial soldiers, and the terrifying Valkyria… and unravel a grave truth that will shake them to the core.

Key Features:

  • A Coming-of-Age Story in a Time of War – Valkyria Chronicles 4 takes place in the same timeframe as the original Valkyria Chronicles, but focuses on a whole new cast of main characters. Players will take command of the eager, young Commander Claude Wallace, engineer/heavy weapons extraordinaire Riley Miller, hotheaded Darcsen Raz, ice-cold ace sniper Kai Schulen, and more. Together, they will experience the painful realities of war–but will the bonds of Squad E’s friendships survive the frozen battlefield?
  • The Next Generation “BLiTZ” Battle System – The part overhead turn-based strategy, part RPG, and part real-time 3rd person shooter “BLiTZ” battle system returns to the field. New features include an explosive new class called the Grenadier, numerous offensive/defensive battleship support options, chances for a unit to have a “Last Stand” action before death, and more. Plus, fight the imperial threat with more units on larger-scale maps than ever before.
  • CANVAS Aesthetics – The series’ signature hand-drawn visual style is back and overhauled for the newest generation. Inspired by watercolor compositions, the CANVAS Graphics Engine blends visual elements of reality and imagination to create an expressive world filled with colorful emotions. Watch the journey of Squad E unfold like an interactive painting!
  • The Return of a Legendary Composer – The illustrious Hitoshi Sakimoto, original composer of the Valkyria Chronicles series and countless other emotional epics, returns to provide a sweeping orchestral soundtrack for the game.

It seems they are going for a more traditional tale, though the larger scale of everything sounds pretty interesting.
Other Games / Re: Valkyria Chronicles
« Last post by mikebrand83 on Today at 05:54:40 am »
Yeah, unless there's some ridiculously compelling reason to get it on the PS4 (doubt it), going to go with the Switch version.
Other Games / Re: Valkyria Chronicles
« Last post by Deeox2 on Today at 05:28:24 am »
Nothing'll beat Squad 7, but... maybe it'll be good.

Just maybe.
Other Games / Re: Valkyria Chronicles
« Last post by Elvis Strunk on Today at 04:52:09 am »
Valkyria Chronicles 4 officially announced alongside story trailer. Coming to PS4, XBOX ONE, and Switch, which is where I’ll be getting it. Looks pretty cool, the trailer makes it seem very dramatic.
Other Games / Re: Fate Accelerated - Rosarius: The Looming Shadow
« Last post by Jynx on Today at 04:00:49 am »
Thomas would sigh, again, if that was not extremely poor behaviour. Their answers were not really that helpful. In any case, he bows and renews his thanks and apologies, before going out of the room.
All the wine from before pulses against his temples, and he finds himself leaning against the nearest wall. He is a bit slow. What now? If he is to meet with Elidia, he has to find her, and it is pretty clear that this may not be that easy.

Well, the only reasonable way seems to involve his powers. Even if he does not really like the idea of using them here - who knows what type of magical countermeasures the Guild has - roaming aimlessly through the building at night does not seem very smart, either.
He sighs, and concentrates. The pain in his temple slowly fades, as he can feel his inner energy being focused. Finally, he murmurs a single word. "Akoué.".
Those still at the table, beyond the wall, are now so loud that they risk turning him deaf. He moves away, into another room, and starts to analyse the myriad of sensations filtering through his ear. Outside, a dog is barking, and some are shouting - maybe drunk. Inside the guild, there are still many talking and screaming, eating and drinking together.
Finally, he can hear a muffled voice, above him. He recognises it as Ezra's, though he cannot make up the exact words he is saying.
Well, at least they are still talking...

Thomas sighs, the sound as loud as a gunshot. The spell is taking his toll on him, and his wrist is itching. Better if he finds them quickly, determines what Eli really wants from him, and then goes to sleep.
Pinpointing their exact location does not take too long. Finally, he can see the room where their voices come from. The door is open, and in the moonlight he catches a glimpse of the two, conversing, before leaning against the wall to hide himself. He furrows his brows, as he deactivates his spell, trying to read the situation. Even if his steps sounded like thunders to his sensitive ears, he does not think that any of the two can tell he is here. What are they exactly doing?
They seem rather close, actually. Are they...? Or maybe it is just his impression. The mage, well... He finds himself envying Ezra, and a part of him would just... But then, he can also respect someone else's privacy. It's not like he has any right to actually sneak up on them, either, nor he wants to barge into the room; that would... Disrupt whatever is going on.
And still... Leaving before even having the chance to understand what is going on would just end up with him wasting his time. He guesses he will merely listen to them for a bit before deciding what the situation looks like and whether he should leave them to their business or not.
Other Games / Re: Fate Accelerated - Rosarius: The Looming Shadow
« Last post by Meliran on Today at 02:53:44 am »
It only takes Julie three chapters to realize the truth of the book. It contains a lot of good information about teleportation, that's for certain. It even mentions the dark cloud as some sort of a mysterious origin with no real name. But it's more a list and information of things like the typical practitioners, the side effects, and how to identify it. There's nothing in it about how to actually do it.

She sighs and returns it, heading back out to the street for the night.

It's always more dangerous in the streets at night, but she has a bow for the worst case scenarios. Tonight probably isn't going to be one of those nights. Instead, she loses herself in her thoughts.

She's going to have to make a big decision tomorrow. Her first option is to be blatant about it. She'd run out into the streets screaming that she wants to learn all about black cloud teleportation and that she has a lot of money to pay for it. It'd at least attract some attention to it, and she might be able to find a mentor in it.

The other option, she seeks out the unknown lady. Shion had once told her that sometimes a foe can be a friend, and the reverse can be true as well. Yeah, she met this lady in poor circumstances. But maybe it would work as smoothly as it did with Grigs. She could tug on her sleeve and ask her to be her friend, and maybe she'd say yes?

Julie draws some water from the well and heads up to her small room. The guild had offered her lodging when she first applied as a barmaid, but she really hated the idea of living where she worked. She had done it once, and it didn't bring back fond memories. Her room isn't the largest of places as a result. She has a desk, a chair, a bed, and a floor. But most importantly, she had a large wash basin for her clothes, or as the case may be tonight, herself.

She slips out of her clothes and runs a finger down her side, stopping on her hip. At least her spellburn mark was located somewhere she could easily hide it, right here on the side of her hip. Though she'd have to reveal it one day to her future husband, it was still private enough to not have to explain her powers everywhere she goes.

As the bath water caresses her body, she closes her eyes to think of the events of the past day. Her hopes to rescue somebody from the prison fell flat. Her hopes for adventure fell flat. And her hopes for escaping the city fell flat as well.

She gets out of the bath and looks at her two sets of dirty clothes. She can only soak one for the night to wear the following day. On the left, her barmaid uniform. The return to her job tomorrow, and the end of her ambitions. On her right, her leathers. The hope she could go become something more than a simple barmaid with a dark secret.

She sighs and puts the barmaid uniform in the wash. She pulls down the sheets and slips in. A few people have asked her why she chose to sleep naked. But the answer was always the same. I will with my husband, so why not start now?

But, of course, there is another reason. Nightgowns may be comfortable, but they block the most exciting parts of the body. What if she had an urge in the middle of the night she had to satisfy? What if she had an urge right before going to bed? Then she'd have to strip out of it.

Tonight, of course, was one of those nights. Ever since she saw Grigs's manly body, she'd felt so hot she could have melted. She would have grabbed him and taken him to her room then and there had he been alone. After all, she is seventeen now. Most girls her age are already married, or if not, have lost their virginity. She had lost her maidenhead a long time ago in a horseback riding escapade, but she still had yet to experience the true value of a cock.

But it's no matter. She'd seen plenty to fantasize about. Just by observing how Grigs ties his loincloth, she knows his exact size. She wonders if he's in his room now, feeling it for its pleasure. She imagines if he's pumping it and groaning. Maybe he's even thinking of her while doing it!

Her left hand drifts down her body. She always uses the left hand - even if she is right handed. It's probably a residual effect from her days after the Cult of Doriath, where she slept in a room with an open window. Since her right side was facing the window, she thought if she used her left nobody would see her - truth be told, she was too high in the inn to be seen anyways.

Her right fingers circle her breast. They are certainly not huge or impressing like the harlots in town. But she's still rather proud of them. They have the most perfect symmetrical shape, and not on that, her aureole are perfectly centered. Some men, she knew, liked them larger, but she doesn't care. She gives a nipple a squeeze and lets a soft moan escape her lips.

Her left hand reaches the area between her thighs. It's starting to get a little rough again. She'd have to shave it the next time she had a chance. Ever since womanhood was forced on her by the cult, she always chose to shave, believing it could keep her youth. Though, now that she was actually 17, it didn't really matter - she didn't think.

Her lips are so moist, and it's not just because of the bath. She traced the outline of the labia, which gives a little sort of a pleasure of its own. But she's not only caring about those sweet lips, no. She's caring about the sweet lips of Grigs, which magically appear and brace her mouth.

Her fingers slip to the hard knob below the hood. It's like lightning shooting through her body. "Oh yes, Grigs," she moans. The move in small circles, with every movement like a hundred hammers pounding on her pleasure. The soft moans grow louder, as the tinging sensation builds and spreads. It becomes wetter as well, as juices start to seep out and run down her thighs and on her sheets.

When she feels herself building, she stops. She's never been a fan of edging, but she hates clitoral orgasms. Instead, she takes her finger and shoves it inside her now soppy wet slit.

"Oh God!" she moans, thrusting it deep inside. One finger quickly becomes two, and two become three. She curls her fingers inside, feeling every smooth part inside, and seeking for that one magical spot. This isn't her fingers anymore. It's Grigs. He's looking for the right spot. He wants to make her so happy!

And then she finds it. Everything comes to a head and rushes to her brain. She screams, begging herself for mercy she would never give. She arches her back, and her legs tremor uncontrollably. Something builds inside, feeling just like pee. But it's not pee, and she lets it release in a long sticky feminine stream.

She collapses back on her bed and takes her finger out of her feminine parts. Finger by finger she licks her sweet juices off, savoring their flavors. Despite having done this at least once every night since she was forced to live in this body at age 8 - well, she learned how to do it a few days after - it was a real rarity she would squirt like that. But hell, Grigs is just that sexy.

Despite being sexy, she has to wonder - maybe he really isn't the right guy for her. Maybe there is another.

She closes her eyes and falls asleep.
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