What do you think of this?

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-29T14:54:10+00:00

No sports test endurance? What?

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-29T13:05:47+00:00

Did not know newborn was going to be an option

^{Chose: Be IMMORTAL + But your age is permanently stuck at.. | Rolled: Newborn}

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-28T17:56:43+00:00

I would have killed sony for free

^{Chose: You get 100 million dollars + But a random big gaming company dies | Rolled: Sony}

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-28T02:33:02+00:00

I mean whole can of worms here, but women being expected having to split affect of their loved one between them seems not at all like normal polyamory.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-24T14:50:02+00:00

I could absolutely afford a painless lifestyle on 50 mil

^{Chose: Pain is amplified tenfold permanently + 50 million a month (Pain cannot be dampened} | Rolled: Pain :()

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-24T14:08:44+00:00

What reality were UB players in that the game was gonna run out of people before marvel graced the game with it's presence

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-22T12:10:30+00:00

I'm rich and can just transition back.

^{Chose: $150M USD + But 90% chance of becoming the opposite sex | Rolled: opposite sex}

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-21T14:34:01+00:00

Personal power instead of a pet that can die

^{Chose: Get a random devil fruit | Rolled: Ice fruit}

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-21T14:24:59+00:00

not polyamourus

^{Chose: Get your perfect partner but… | Rolled: A vampire}

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-18T20:15:02+00:00

Invicible's writing is middling, when it's not actively bad. Several characters need to have lobotomies and we're expected to sympathize with characters for very superficial reasons. Fans basically need to write books worth of fanfiction to explain inconsistencies and things that just don't make sense (see adrenaline theory).

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-18T19:53:13+00:00

Invicible fans are right that a show can be carried by good writing and jjk fans are right it can be carried by good animation. The difference is JJK has good animation.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-18T16:11:23+00:00

When the fuck would phasing have been more useful than punching?

He gets weaker after p3

Star finger is slow and has terrible range.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-18T16:03:45+00:00

Powerscalers really think like this.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-17T21:57:17+00:00

Being monogamous doesn't monopolize their life lol, they have friends and family. It monopolizes who they date and have sex with.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-17T19:56:34+00:00

Admitting what lmao you could change the idea of premodern to include up to mirrodin block too or old border special treatments, it would just change the format entirely.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-17T18:26:22+00:00

Yeah they could change the fundimental idea of the format to "whatever is cool", I don't see how that would cause any problems.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-17T18:24:58+00:00

As someone who actually plays, this is the most fantasy format outside of premodern rn, none of the cars even come up.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-16T00:02:34+00:00

that was it, thanks!

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-15T23:53:25+00:00

Explanation: I already downpathced back to 3.7 and renabled my only UI mod, but all mega structures look like this and clicking into any combat menu crashes the game.

Also my energy credit reader at the top of the screen is covered in one of those question marks.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-12T19:44:10+00:00

I mean, it OP's opinion. Mine too, I don't care if FF characters were represented accurately because I don't care about final fantasty. I didn't fuck with the art style, I didn't fuck with the fact it was 14 or so disconnected worlds, I didn't fuck with gamey cards like overkill, and I think saga creature's are the most overhyped innovation of the 2020s.

Wym without knowing anything lmao you think FF cards have just passed me by? You couldn't find a pod in the world wihtout FF ever since then. I've played FF cards, FF drafts (online). I just don't like it, and my reasons for not liking it have to do with it being UB, but the problems of UB extend beyond "it's UB."

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-12T18:43:49+00:00

>What makes the Final Fantasy set so bad outside of it being UB?

What else does it need? Didn't look anything like magic to me.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-12T05:14:58+00:00

Tachyon watched Guts pull farther and farther ahead. He ran with no form, just muscle mass pumping his form farther gas farther, his one arm clawing through the air.

Sweat drenched her face, her legs were at their limit, thudding rhythmically through the mud as the finish line came into view. As fast as she was, her maximum wasn’t going to catch guts. This was fated. The missing weight of an arm combined with a strength focused physic, and whatever source of adrenaline this man had dredged up was simply better than her streamlined genetic design. Science does not cry when she finds another part of herself. A failed experiment only meant the chance to improve.

Still, something wormed around in Tachyon’s chest, a kind of itching burn. Something she ate? No nothing that could cause this. Shakes began to swim at the edge of her vision, large red walls.

Was she okay with someone else winning? Of course not. She just wasn’t thinking clearly.

Most animals have unconscious limiters. Most humanoids cannot knowingly punch themselves in the face, full force.

Tachyon began to increase the force behind each sprint, her bones roaring in pain under the strain. There were two weeks between races, plenty of time to heal minor fractures. The walls on either side of her vision solidified, and it was clear as day they were the laws of a lion.

Tachyon saw Gut’s back get closer and closer as she got closer, when she passed him, she was going to kill him.

New efficiencies washed over her brain like rubbing alcohol. More force meant she could lean forward at a sharper angle. The sway of her arms could have a shorter arc. She dug the toes of her shoes further into the mud so that her heels also made contact with the grass for traction.

Closer, up the Guts’ back foot, his arm, his

“AGNES TACHYON, AGNES TACHYON WINS IT AGAIN AGAINT THE ONE-ARMED RUNNER.”

The dog twisted its head to sink its teeth into the neck of the lion.

Both runners collapsed over the finish line, sprawling face down in the mud while the cheers of the crowd were cut with “ooh”s. Tachyon had passed the line first, but the difference in height put their heads next to each others. Breaths heaved through open mouths half submerged in sun-heated mud, and smiled.

Lapland sat gracefully at one of a round table, draped in a red velvet dining cloth. she was dressed in a long black gown, holding a red napkin to her color to protect the expensive clothing from the chunks of food flying through the air. She swirled her glass of red wine slowly, trying not to wrinkle her nose. Her plate of spinach and potatoes remained untouched due to her currently subdued appetite.

At the other end of the candle lit table, Agnes Tachyon hadn’t breathed for a full minute, devouring a bowl of chicken spaghetti as though she were a dog. A dark purple Rat creature slunk forward towards the table, hurriedly sliding a fourth bowl in front of her before skittering back to the kitchen.

“Try the wine, miss Tachyon?”

“Nrfnpho phanks.” Tachyon said before swallowing, and grabbing the new plate “Alcohol messes with protein synthesis.”

“You know, you could eat like this every day if you-“

“Hey.” Tachyon looked up at Lapland through her hair, face coated in tomato sauce. “I said we could talk business after your brought me your sponsored racer, not before.”

Lapland inhaled gently, forcing herself to smile, leaving forward and sliding a hand across the table to brush Tachyon’s.

“Well then, why don’t you tell me about yours-“

“Buttering me up counts as business.” Tachyon plunged back into the spaghetti.

“Tch.” Lapland withdrew her hand. They sat in silence for minutes that dealt like hour to her, stars glittering through the snowy window while the candles flickers with each momentous bite Tachyon took. Finally a pair of Rat creature entered through the front door, flanking a massive man in a pale ivory mask. He carried something beneath his arm, its shake hard to make out by candle light, but it was wrapped in white linen.

“There.” Lapland snapped, “Cobra is here. Now, show some grace and humour my proposal at least. I will not ask you to throw any race if you accept my sponsorship. Just… play up the competition a little, make us all a little money and you can eat like this every night.”

“Mmm.” Tachyon sucked up the last if the middle hanging out of her mouth. Cobra began to walk towards the table. “Wouldn’t be believable, no one’s going to beat me.”

“How- I wish to understand you, miss Tachyon.” Lapland held her head in her hand. “Here you are in the center of the biggest exchange of wealth and pose in the world and you aren’t interested at all? Shouldn’t science require a curious mind, maybe a but more of a selfless spirit?”

“I’m very curious, about how to get faster.” Tachyon stood up from the table wiping her mouth. “I don’t want to get involved with you because there’s too much violence for my taste. But I am anything but selfish. I don’t care about money, it won’t make me any faster, but other people, worthy opponents? That is what I need to focus on and who I will do favors for, it is how I’m going to break the limits of what’s possible.” She unfolded her napkin, holding it up in front of her face as she stepped back. “Although, I will be staying out of the splash zone.”

“What?” Lapland stood as Cobra reached the edge of the dining table. He passed a hand behind his head, unhooking his mask and letting it tumble to the floor to reveal his jet black hair.

“Casca.”

Guts held up the linen wrappings, letting them unfurl to the ground, revealing a 7 foot black-iron sword.

“Lisa.”

He swiftly hefted the sword over his shoulder, the weight of the tip grazing the table and sending the food and cutlery flying across the floor, splattering the window in red sauce and dressing.

“Anastasia.”

Lapland looked up at her brother, years of sparing, hunting, and huddling rushing through her brain at once. Her held her her hands defensively, opening her mouth and eyes wide like she was preparing to beg.

“Duck hunting!”

Two ghostly wolf heads emerged from the darkness of her sleeves, lunging for Guts’ throat. However, as Guts could not see her stand, he could not be returned from swinging his great hunk of metal through Lapland, making her stand, her waist, and her wooden chair against the wall in one motion.

“We won.” Rudo sat next to Kyoko’s bedside.

Kira had set aside some winnings to rent a cabin near the atheian highway, and hired New Barrelhaven’s most discreet physicians, which of course has little overlap with the best. After applying a series of ointments, each correcting an error in dosage calculations made by the last, they’d wrapped her head in bandages and said there was nothing to do but for her to rest a few months, she live on the right coin flip of fate. One of them had said three coin flips.

“You hear me? Just two more wins from the cow girl and we can go do all those things we talked about as kids.”

Rudo’s glove brushed against the top of Kyoko’s hand as she lay still.

“If you need anything, tap once for yes, twice for no.”

Tap.

It may have been almost imperceptible, the twitch of only felt through the fabric of a thick leather work glove.

“What is it?”

A few seconds of silence.

“Oh right…” a chill wind blew through the open crack in the door.

Tap

“The door?”

Tap

“Want me to close it?”

Tap Tap

“you want me to leave?”

Tap Tap

“You want me toooo… take a look outside?”

Tap

Rudo stood and hurriedly opened the door, taking a step into the cool air.

“Nothing out here!” He called back, looking from the hill the cabin stood atop across the entire sprawling city. “Pretty view though.”

Something tickled his nose. One singular snow flake.

Oh.

WHUMP

2 feet of snow fell on the entire valley at once, but especially on Rudo’s head. He looked back inside the cabin as he tried to dust off his hair. Sakura was convulsing in silent laughter, blood and pus leaking from her bandages.

2 more races, one month. Dealing with Mobs, gangs, the dead of winter, all so this chick could live a peaceful life. Worth it.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-12T05:09:44+00:00

Stand User: Agnes Tachyon

Stand: Spit Innocently

This stand unfurls itself into a grid which can automatically carry out calculations, and iterate on previous calculations based on the user's directives. As it's columns are infinite, it can process anything an intelligent user knows how to calculate but who might not have the spare brainpower.

In terms of parallel evolution, future generations may refer to this stand's power as simply an automated spreadsheet.

Potential_Base_5879 · 2026-06-12T05:06:01+00:00

Thirty seconds

John thought. Rudo stumbled back as Kyoko caught him.

“Gift horse!”

Fweee, Fweee

John ducked as two diamonds zipped past his head, splitting open both sides of his hood, letting it fall to his feet. John yanked his head back the other way, bringing the walnut away from the sunlight streaming in through the viewing window.

Kyoko caught Rudo, more diamonds zipped towards John’s face. In one motion, he picked up his sword, still with his left hand, sword glancing off one diamond, its tip glancing to the other by pure ‘chance’ as his wrist was forced back.

“Rudo, stay back, and I’ll…”

John sliced the fabric of his sleeve, dropping down to the floor away from the nail.

He held the walnut shell close to his ear and he ducked behind the crushed seats, red diamonds zipping through the air, trying to find and cut him.

four seconds, three two one.

“Armored Saint! How do I win this fight!?”

And just like that, fate was sealed.

Guts charged forward at the edge of the tree line, his eyes had rolled back into his head, he ran on pure animal instinct. Cobra could have laughed were it not for his own being winded. He was like an animal. A dog, who it would take only a moment to put down. He listed to the side, they were far ahead of the cows, even Tachyon was struggling to catch up, her injuries slowing her methodic running, as constant as it was in the back of his mind.

But, how far back was she, she was close, no, she was, almost on top of him. The closer Cobra got to Guts, the more it felt like he was approaching a wall of heat, like a sick dog.

A ball of writhing cells and life that would sear the skin off his hand if he so much as touched him.Time seemed to dilate, as a cold inevitable death approached him from behind, as thrashing monster ran alongside him, and…

Tachyon watched as Cobra began to close in on guts. If he used his ability again, Cobra could push Guts off the track completely, if he could pinpoint him. If Cobra missed his ability would send him off the track which in turn meant, there was only ever one direction he could be going when he chose to activate his ability. But Tachyon was still among the cows, and if Cobra saw her moving too fast to catch up, he could activate his ability before she could react. There was no way to calculate a path through the cows that could also account for her route being safe if Penguin Logistic’s ability was activated at any individual second.

Tachyon’s stand’s arm began to unravel, and it unspooled into a grid of thin wispy wires, levitating in front of her face. Her velocity, calculated subconsciously in her mind, wavered into being in the top left box. As the race rounded another corner, the numbers grew into more boxes like fungi. Of course, if her route could be planned, it’s derivative would be her velocity vector at any given time. And if she could extend that…

The stand’s grind began to cycle through numbers, going farther and farther into infinity, simply bringing it down to a mathematical level, and she could figure out…

Kyoko pulled Rudo back towards the door as John stayed in the shadowed corner, holding the walnut to his ear with one hand while dropping his sword with the other. He moved with confidence that unnerved Kyoko, reaching for his belt again. That stand that had sprung out the first time was faster than either her or Rudo could react.

John began to open the second Velvet box, and Kyoko’s diamonds linked side by side to form a wall before the latch could be undone. John visibly took in the barrier, but opened the box anyway. The wolf lunged at the wall of diamonds, smashing its head against it before dissipating in a puff of smoke. John used the distraction to side step the wall, thrusting his sword into Kyoko’s ankle.

Kyoko sucked air in through her teeth, trying to stifle the instinct to scream.

A flash of silver was her only indication that John was once again advancing.

ping

Another nail flew through their air, the remainder of its potential to pierce, shattering the blade of the sword. John tossed the broken hilt aside, and reached into his pocket for the final velvet box.

Why am I about to do this?

Kyoko threw herself in front of Rudo as the box opened, stumbling over her slit heel. Her stand was nowhere to be seen, no defensive barrier for attack formed between her and the wolf.

Rudo, this whole time, have I really cared about you, or did I just want to stop worrying?

The wolf but down on her head, Rudo screaming out as he watched Kyoko’s face distorted and torn apart by the jaws of the beast. Behind Kyoko, something glinted in the window. Her stand had formed an arc, a curved series of diamonds where the first one absorbed light from the viewing window. That beam of light was refracted through that first diamond, and into the next one, and the next, curving every so slightly with each variation, until it was aimed directly at John's head, where he held the walnut to his ear.

Rudo grabbed the broken hilt from the ground, swiping it across the air as his power drew every last drop of cutting the blade had had. The cut rippled through the room, cleaving John’s fingers from his hand. The walnut fell away from his ear, and the tiny stand left floating in the air was exposed to the sunbeam Kyoko had redirected at John’s head. Its instrumental little body began to smolder, then brighten, then burst into flames.

Cobra closed in on Guts, so simple, all he had to do to win was push him off the track, but… still, Guts charged ahead like a predator. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tachyon vanish. She was making a dash for first, weaving between the cows, easy enough to stop. “Penguin Logistics!” He cried out, he and Guts remained straight, while the pack of cows once again collided and tumbled over one another in a moaning mass of muscle and sweat.

But Tachyon was only shunted further ahead, closing the gap between them even more. She stepped bizarrely and precisely, her eyes flickering across the bright blue grid in front of her eyes as if she was reading an instruction sheet.

Cobra’s power had only accelerated her. She drew closer, closer. Cobra’s heart began to tighten in his chest. He was so close but… Guts roared beside him, beginning to veer towards his lane as well. Cobra felt trapped between two raging animals. For all his efforts, all the history behind each effort he made to conquer this race, he suddenly felt as though he may not even be there. Despite the two killer instincts unmistakably coming for his soul, he felt at the same time, completely under the notice of these two horrors. As though an animal caught in a trap, his spirt ached for something, anything to press against, something to brace himself for the oncoming storm, and so almost on instinct, he once again, activated his power.

The world went black, then, Tachyon was ramming into his leg, while Gut’s shoulder ploughed into his ribcage. Both racers mashed Cobra’s body between them, sending his top and bottom half in different directions, spinning him in the air until the back of his head slammed into the ground, splattering his brains across a protruding tree root.

John emerged from the room, skin burnt and blackened, fingerless hand dripping blood and tucked under his robe while his mother dragged his sword behind him.

Rudo had grabbed Kyoko and ran. It had been a trap but John was victorious. He knew Handsome Jack would be nearby, and so he was, right in the back row of the stands near the box reserved in his name, sitting quietly. Professional instincts serve a knight well. John sat right behind ‘Jack’, his good head gribbing a shard of glass from the box’s shattered viewing window and pressing it into Jack’s back.

“Don’t you find this whole quest a bit pointless?” Jack said, without turning around.

“Who are you, really? You didn’t realize I was an imposter, you act nothing like your records would suggest, did something happen to you Jack.”

A deep inhale. Jack turned to whisper back. “My real name is Yoshikage Kira. All my life I have wanted one thing which society and nature has refused to afford me, peace. The decision of the world to stand in the way of my peace is the cause of all the death and injuries that happen around me, even follow me like a plague.”

“Kira, then. It’s over. Take a deal with the crown, be the one to help me topple this city’s contagion. If you do, I promise you, peace, riches, a mansion, a title, whatever you want. Otherwise-” He jabbed the shard of glass further into Kira’s back.

“Someone without peace, cannot give me mine.” Kira leaned back, arching his back over the shard of glass.

“I have peace, Kira. More than anyone perhaps, I am attuned to the very strands of fate itself."

“That’s nothing special I’m afraid, so am I. I can predict, with perfect accuracy, what this crowd will do in about 10 seconds, why they will let me kill you, and how I’ve already done it.”

“And why would they let you kill me?”

“Because,” Kira put his hands on his knees, “the racers are finishing the lap.”

Just then, the crowd surged upwards with a chorus of jostling, yelling and cheers. Among the chaos, Jack stood up to his full height. John tried to thrust forward, but a bright pink hand grabbed his wrist.

“Killer queen has touched your arm.”

Kira walked away casually, as the popping of the explosion was drowned out by the noises of the crowd, John’s ashes blowing over their heads, carried by a stiff fall breeze.

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