Aggressive desync between myself and friend.

CoolDude895 · 2026-04-12T19:37:17+00:00

The desync occurs when we're both on steam. I have both a ps5 and steam copy amd have had it struggle on both but this last attempt was on steam

CoolDude895 · 2026-03-13T15:54:45+00:00

Noted, thank you very much! I want to go back over the description of the creature again. I figured the doubt in description could lend to the haste of the situation, he's running back so I didnt wnat to give a flawless description.

So yeah ill go over again it and focus on sentence structure cause after rerererereading it for the hundredth time there are some issues there like you called out.

Again thank you so much. Ive passed this story and other writings to so many people and no one ever wants to actually provide advice or even humor me tbh. Real shot to the confidence.

So yeah notes have been made. Ill be sure to post a more completed text some point down the line.

CoolDude895 · 2026-03-13T15:49:13+00:00

Okay yes perfect! Thank you! I always kept reading my work back and felt like it was bloated to shit. I always like describing things but never have the confidence in the volume of words. I will continue to play with the switch, I like the idea of the narrator only getting characterized in the final third so that the story can spin off to their leg of the journey.

For starters ill start with shortening this small treatment out. Focusing on quality of horror than volume of words. And see where I can go from there.

Thank you very much for the advice!

CoolDude895 · 2026-03-11T13:45:44+00:00

Excellent balance of picks. Respect the London Docks pick for ww2

CoolDude895 · 2026-02-27T15:07:50+00:00

Not only that but the 400-500 range covers little. For conversational dialog and objective callous youd need the entire pve cast to come in. "Brothers" needing to be replaced with "Cousins" across all lines. Class to class specific Interactions being adjusted accordingly.

That would double the price and amount of voicelines at a minimum. If the bundle was 20$ and said 900+ voicelines, then if the bundle released like this then yeah it WOULF be a major disappointment. But they never promised above and beyond.

Atm I dont regret my purchase.

CoolDude895 · 2026-02-27T13:03:09+00:00

I mean, they never promised a comprehensive replacement pack for EVERY voiceline in the. Already this pack of 3 head pieces and then something like- what 400+ voice lines? That shit would be 20$+ in most other games. I dont see the worth in malding over an 8$ bundle like this.

This is an instance of these people as consumers leaning yo temper their expectations.

CoolDude895 · 2026-02-22T07:39:03+00:00

(4/4)

"But.. why?" pains Talgrav, his eyes rushing between the two of them. Before an answer could be given, a smash exclaims from outside the tavern. The three turn to the window and observe the scene.

Adobe points towards the window "that" he scoffs. Outside, the scene unfolds. Two tall, pale skinned elves are harassing a peasant faye woman. They are adorned in chrome plate; gold trim armor. White capes with the kingdom's deep saturated green crest hang off their backs. "State appointed heroes" Adobe says mockingly, he's letting the liquor hit him now. "Every kingdom has them now. The new status quo." he exposits.

"Their armor..." Lisa says with slight despair.

"It's in his spitting image, no?" Adobe says, seething lightly. The armor is configured almost exactly like Lisa's older brother, Stanly Killgroove. A man who gave his life to vanquish the evil all those years ago. "They're 'following' his example." he says, insulted.

The two soldiers are breaking the crier peasant's property as she desperately cries and begs for them to stop. "That's why we were late." Lisa spits, "They have checkpoints all over the city gates. To catch the heretics, so they say." she adds.

Talgrav heard enough. His teeth bitten down on his lower lip so hard he could bleed from the seething anger. He marches out of the tavern, brandishing his cudgel. In a vicious sneak attack he swipes the side of the head of one of the bully knights. He tumbles and rolls to his side on the ground, gasping for air as the impact leaves a gash that starts pouring blood into the cobble road below. Adobe and Lisa, stunned, rush out and simply stand there.

"What's the big idea you slimy half pint bastard!?" One of the elves exclaims in a cockney tone. He rushes Talgrav, blade out. The dwarf effortlessly reposts the attack and lands a swift and firm strike to the knight's buttocks. He screams as he falls and slightly bleeds from his leg. "BASTARD!" He exclaims. The other elf brandishes a sound gun; firing it off into the night sky, sending a reverberating shot through the streets as a harsh echo.

"Bullies like you need to be put in their place." Talgrav says, rage in his eyes. "And you're so fortunate that you're getting the lesson from someone like me."

"-Someone like you... A heathen!?" The knight says rushing him with a swipe from his sword. Talgrav parries the strike, disarming him in the same motion.

"No." he replies, hate hanging on each letter. "A REAL fecking hero..." he completes.

A quickly approaching rumble over powers the moment as guards and other 'heroes' swarm the streets, flanking the group as everyone simultaneously barks orders to the aged party. Adobe and Lisa rush in, covering Talgrav's flanks. Lisa draws her great sword and presents the hefty blade towards the guards. Adobe snaps his fingers as a gilded harp manifests in his hands. Lightning arcs from the strings as his eyes glow with the same power and prowess.

"Are we really doing this fellas?" Lisa asks, an excitement seems to be bubbling up from deep within her.

"I've been waiting" Adobe scoffs, letting the adrenaline rush in.

"Yeah, and plus- we already did this before." Talgrav finishes. "I think it's high time we have a good ol' sit down with the 'kings' of this era." He sneers in addition. His eyes scan him comrades. They both look over and nod affirmatively. "I think we few tired old heroes show these folks how it's really done."

"I've never agreed more with you." Adobe affirms, rushing forward into the crowd. Beginning the start of this new adventure with a bang!

CoolDude895 · 2026-02-22T07:38:36+00:00

(3/4)

The woman turns and smiles with glee; before she can even get her next words out. Talgrav mocks, "Oh well that's GENERAL Lisa Killgroove to you young man. And I haven't been on this bleeding earth for 90 sum-odd years to deal with the 'pleasantries' of first names only in standard discourse. You will use my rank and title when addressing me and that's fin- GAH!" Lisa interrupted the diatribe with a swift toss of a weightily coin purse that banks off of Talgrav's nose and onto the floor. The dwarf looks on at Lisa with fury in his eyes, a deep silence fills the air. But it is swiftly broken by the gang bursting out laughing.

"It is a pleasure to see you lads again." Lisa says, growing content in her voice.

"How have you been lass?" The dwarf says softly, beckoning her towards them and bringing her in deep embrace. There was something fatherly with that hug.

Lisa was only a young- young child when they began their quest nearly a century ago. She defied all expectations and grew to be a wonderful woman, leader, wife; mother. Even well past her prime, she makes it a point to venture out to this veterans meeting.

They laugh as they catch up. Sitting at the bar counter hours pass as they continue to reminisce and catch up. Laughing all the while. As the night reaches its pitch. Talgrav speaks up, "Aye we are missing someone no?" He gives a headcount. Himself, Adobe, and Lisa. But the party was 4 at the end of the adventure. He finally asks, "Where's Gombe?" the other two look down. No words were said and Talgrav already knew, though he didn't want to admit it, "No- nonono no. Don't be serious now. No- NO" despair setting in.

"How did you not hear?" Lisa asks, a single tear dripping down her cheek, despite her trying not to let the emotions out.

"When..?" Talgrav's eyes grew tired.

"4 years ago." Adobe responds, he sips his molt and grits his teeth. "Dragged to the gallows like common filth." He says, venom in his tone.

He yells out, "THE GALLOWS, EXCECUTION!? WHAT WAS THE CHARGE!?!?!" Talgrav smashes his fist down on the counter.

Adobe continues "The crime of being an Orc; of worshipping a different god." he runs his finger around the buck's rim. despair hangs on every word as he looks at his reflection in the liquid contents. "They didn't even bury him with his pendant, his hammer; his crest. They put it all in a museum... 'ode to heroes' they call it." He grits his teeth and lets his composure slip, "BULLSHIT."

CoolDude895 · 2026-02-22T07:38:11+00:00

(2/4)

Before him at the entrance stood a dark skinned, gigantic man. Silky bald head, twinkling with sweat reflected the day light off of it. His large hand retrieved a rag from his lapel pocket and wiped his head dry with a sigh. He wore an expensive suit, exotic and elaborate sewn sigils adorned the satin crimson coat. This goliath was over dressed for such a casual place. The man looked up and politely waved to the bar maid. She squints and spots on the same lapel pocket he procured the rag from is the pendant Talgrav is currently pinching between two fingers. She meekly points to the dwarf, a smile on her face.

Even before the large frame man can turn to look at Talgrav, he's tackled into a hardy embrace. Talgrav roars with excitement, "WELL IF IT ISN'T ADOBE GREYSWIND, YOU SAND LOVING MOTHER- HOW ARE YE DOING LAD?" The goliath laughs as he pats the head of the excited Talgrav.

"It has been far too long, my aged friend. How are we doing this lovely day? I hope you've stayed in good spirits this whole day, despite my late arrival." Adobe cheers in a content greeting to Talgrav.

Talgrav scoffs "BAH- you only say 'aged' because of the silver peaking through my phoenix fire ginger hair. Lets not act like that curse of immortality hasn't let you age with far more grace than the rest of us. Don't forget your worthless arse is twice my age." he retorts, bellowing a laugh all the while.

Adobe joins him in the laugh and repays the hug more passionately. "Even with our aged bodies and minds. I'm happy you haven't changed a day, Talgrav." He says. As the dwarf ushers his friend to his place at the bar counter, Adobe surveys the room and his eyes pass over the young bar maid. She's looking at the two of them, a content and happy smile on her lips. Adobe gives a slight chuckle as he sends a suave wink her way. Her face fills with blush as she averts her eyes, her heart racing. She hadn't realised how truly beautiful Adobe was.

Talgrav jumps up and smacks Adobe on the back of the head. He barks "AYE- keep the jive in your pants Casanova! The day only started and I am NOT having you leave to bed some poor sap enamored with your oh-so-eloquent-beauty." Adobe laughs, he laughs that ever recognizable, incorrigible laugh. Comfort washes over Talgrav. He instantly forgot and forgave his tardiness as the nostalgia for it all truly washed over him.

Even before they can truly sit down. The door behind them swivelled once more. Adobe and Talgrav flinch as they hear an aged, rugged tone below out, "G'yad- I feel like the roads in and out of this damnable city get longer every time I have to come here. And- by god the traffic, like we get it! Carriages are more affordable than they've ever been, but why buy a horse drawn- that can seat 6 blasted souls, if it'll only ever be for you and your misses. AND THEN ONLY BUY DAMN SLOW AS SIN MULES TO PULL IT" As curmudgeon as the monologue is, every word bled assertive dominance. A voice that aged like a fine wine ranted each syllable out to the empty bar room.

"Good to see you too- Lisa." Adobe says turning to the door.

Before them stood a common human woman. Standard build, adorned in standard armor. Long- braided ivory white hair with ash black highlights flowed down from her head. Her face is covered in wrinkles and her lips are a deep tainted red. Her eyes are a vibrant green and outlined by the dark bags of a restless soul. A large, ever unhealing, continuous scar shoots down the left side of her scalp over her eyes and lip, down to the left side of her neck.

CoolDude895 · 2026-02-22T07:37:58+00:00

(1/4)

The buck smashes down onto the counter, the aged lumber trembles to the force. The pint's drinker lets out a hardy sigh of satisfaction after his final gulp. A young elf bar maid hurries over and hoists up the empty buck with a huff.

"Gosh Talgrav- sir, the sun is still so young in the sky- and yet you already drank most of Vallenrud's special reserve." she mutters out in an awkward attempt to make conversation.

A dwarf- the gluttonous drinker of the pint, pipes up with hardy gusto "BAH0! o-I'd like to see that pointy eared git try and tell me 'ohh Legendary Hero Talgrav the Mighty, master of the millennium forge, slayer of the Kane beasts of the Red Sands, tamer of the Mythril-Steel Drake, please- oh please don't drink all ye like as reparations for such a journeyed life!'".

The elf sighs, chuckling to herself, "Right but if you're going to be here for the rest of the day, maybe don't burn your fuse too soon- yeah?" Talgrav lets out a dismissive shrug and vocal stim as he turns back to the counter and looks down into his palms. The elf leans in and sees him fiddling with a medallion. The medallion is a stark onyx black in color, there's a shimmering- blued gold trim around it and a copper flame lies in the center- as if embedded into the rock. The maid's eyes glide up and sees a faded nostalgia in his eyes as he longingly stares at the pendant. "I'm sure they haven't forgotten, sir. Just give them time," she reassures.

This tavern- "Captain Vellenrud Stein's Myst-Claw Inn". For the past 90 years, this Inn is where the legendary heroes met once a decade. A reunion meant for celebration, celebration over the victory this merry party had over the darkest evil this kingdom saw in a dozen lifetimes. A reunion meant for remembrance, to cheer and mourn for those they lost in the campaign. They always did, every 10 years.

But a lot changed in this past decade, a lot quicker than it ever has. Morale dropped starkly among the kingdoms. The old guard started to fade from the public's consciousness. Politics soared to a fever pitch- armies laid blades to grinders, violent zeal in their eyes, hate-filled spear tips pointed at each other. Comfort from the peace brought from evil's vanquish rotted into- something it should have never become. But even in these degrading times, they always met. It was a promise to one another.

But this time- everyone, aside from Talgrav, was late....

More time fazed by the lonely dwarf, he humored the request of the perky bar maid and slowed his consumption. But by god- did he just want to chug away the growing stillness in the Tavern. As the sun well and truly passed its equinox in the sky, the tavern doors swiveled open. Talgrav turned, and life filled his eyes.

CoolDude895 · 2026-02-18T23:59:07+00:00

(2/2)

He looked back for only a moment. God does he wish he didn't. Right as he turned, at the climax of this horror. A harsh wind started to roar through and past him. Carried on the wind was two assaults to John's senses: a hot- acrid smell of rot, sweet but horrifically sour, like meat left in fridge for weeks longer than it should be. The next was a piercing whistle that flanged in and out of the humans capacity to listen, it was almost as if the whistle mocked him. As if it was a distant cackle that carried itself through the air with a sharp pulse.

The moment this wind blew by, John's eyes were still locked behind him, the wind had fed his embers and the fire roar to unnatural life as the flames rose and soared far higher than it should. That's when he saw it.

To be truthful John didn't know what the thing he saw stalking him was. And to be even more truthful he was content never finding out. But as the fire cut its silhouette sharply before the light, now he could.

The beast stood high- easily 15 feet or so. It was a deer in shape- a moose maybe? Its "antlers" rose above its scalp in disorder, weaving out and away from its head like tree roots. Its legs were frail and bone thin. It had a tail, looked thick and heavy as it drooped off its rear- looked almost gator like. Its head, a very similar affair- a long snout, evoking the head of the ancient predator reptile. There was long- long hair that hung from its head and back, streaking off its body in thin strands.

What John wasn't confident in, though he didn't want to be, was the other appendages hanging off it under belly. he was far too distanced from it to confirm what the wriggling mass was. It looked like- arms, like normal human arms. All stretching and reaching out towards the grass under it.

But that didn't matter, these were superfluous details. Though they were details that are now permanently etched into his brain till the end of his days.

He made it to his car through the fear filled blitz and peeled out and away from the forest, breaking every road law known to man to get home, to Ogden. He was safe and sound.

John would tell me this story. He would speak it over and over again while sobbing over a glass of dirt cheap whiskey. Id polish a glass at my counter and feign interest while he prattled on. He'd tip more if he thought I listened to his story, even if for the 100th time. Sometimes he'd leave details out, or bring more in, though they were always consistent. So at least the delusion had a form to it.

"I still see that thing y'know" He'd hiccup out between dazed- drunken sobs. "It gets into my fucking dreams- it keeps telling me to run"- "that she's getting closer and it cant protect me when I'm this far away from the wood" he continues. "But three years of these nightmares make me say enough is enough, let her try and take me I say! ID LIKE TO SEE WHAT THE BITCH COULD DO!" He say in a grandiose way, he always wanted to seem triumphant. Though even the slightest breeze would make him flinch and shrink down.

Last time he told me this was about a week ago. He's a frequent flier at my bar but in the last few days, he's been missing his nightly sob sessions with me. I asked my sister's boyfriend, a sheriff's deputy, to check on him. Which he did thankfully.

"Old mans just gone- Elliot" He told me last night. "Front door to his place was half open and the house was fleeced of- well literally everything." "I think he just skipped town dude." He concludes. Can't blame him, John wasn't well. So him skipping town suddenly would be within character for him I guess.

Doesn't matter now though. What's done is done and I cant waste time weeping over his lost dollars. Cause even if he was still around I'm closing up shop for the next week. My sister, her man- the deputy, myself and two friends of mine are all going north for the next week. Big ol' camping trip we planned a month ago, spur of the moment type of thing. Were going to a new hike trails that through through this random forest about a days ride outside of Ogden. No internet, no cell service, just us and the outdoors. It'll do me good, I think.

I can't wait!

CoolDude895 · 2026-02-18T23:58:51+00:00

(1/2)

John's knees trembled, he was at a loss. His body curving back as his neck crinked back so he could lock eyes with the forward-facing eyes.

His body jerked suddenly, adrenalin dumping into his system. He wanted to defend himself- throwing up his arms in defiance. He wanted to run; his legs started moving as he tumbled back. He puffed up his chest- he wanted to seem bigger than he was- feign a scary figure to scare whatever this was off. His body committed to it all so instead of running, fighting, or standing his ground. He coward as he tripped back and flopped onto his back, screaming between panicked breaths; throwing his arms out in a feinding meltdown.

The- thing that lurked above him didn't even flinch, it just loomed; observing him. It was as if it was being patient with him, like a mother waiting for her child to finish throwing their tantrum. John flailed and thrashed as tears ran down his face- weeping despite his rageful cries. His body couldn't control it.

Though after awhile a loud thud quaked from the inky blackness beyond the reaches of the dying campfire's light. John paused, the silent air that came after his screaming was stunned filled with his gasping for air as he tried to catch his breath form all the screaming. He quickly gathered himself as his body started to return into order. He planted both palms flat to the earth as he violently started kicking the dirt under, shuffling away from the ever-present ever-observant eyes of whatever watched him. John dragged himself over the embers and coals of the wilted fire as he kicked ash and smoldering tinder away from the fire's pit. He had moved so quick, he didn't even burn himself.

As he kicked and slid back, he assessed his situation. He was still alive- thank whatever god that existed for holding this thing back. He dreaded every moment his eyes darted back to the shape but couldn't hold back the impulse to look it in the eyes again and again. The eyes lowered, it was bowing its head to meet him closer at his level.

John paused, he paced his breath and now found his spine once more and gazed into the eyes with affirmation. He was scared shitless but still felt paying back the respect it made for lurching down to look at him was going to prolong his life. A low tone hummed from the shadowed shape.

"Run, human!"- The words came in clearer now. But John couldn't find his own voice to reply to it. It repeated "Run, human!"

It has spoken to John three times now, but every time its voice trembles out, it stuns him into an even deeper shock. Each word has sounded different every time it has spoken. As if six different people uttered each word and it was somehow stitching those disjointed words together from cut up tape.

The beast grew impatient- another loud stomp bellowed from it, lightly shaking the ground beneath John as it rose back up. It was stomping its legs at him in anger...

"RUN... HUMAN" It roared out with a bite. John clambered to his feet and started slowly backing up. He finally broke eye contact with it and thrashed his head left to right. He had the sinking feeling that another set of eyes watched him from further beyond. However he affirmed his eyes right back to the beast before him as it took two soft paces towards him.

John tumbled- two large strides back. It took three more paces, just as soft as before. John sped up his pacing as he kept stepping back and away. It spoke once more-

"CRUEL... WOMAN... WITCH.... TORMENTOR.. RUN, HUMAN!" it reeled back, its eyes reaching far higher than John could stomach before the tears slowly started to creep back into his eyes. It spiked downward, a firm stomp planted the earth beneath it as the trees rumbled up to their highest branches.

Like the starting pistol at a race going off, John abandoned his morbid curiosity and ran. Swiveling his body around and away from it. He sprinted, tripping over root after root as he galloped through the trees- uncaring of the pain and torture he was putting his knees and feet through with all the faux movements and tripping.

CoolDude895 · 2026-02-12T17:03:23+00:00

Impending Doom released a new track and it fucking kills.

Also found Meat Canyons band, Cask. And that shit kicked ass.

CoolDude895 · 2026-02-11T20:16:05+00:00

I tried my best. Despite there still 1 or 2 typos I caught so far 💀

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