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Tumbling, twirling, whirling and falling…. Down… Down… Down… “OOmph…” Ceres landed unceremoniously with a thud on the ground. She sat up, rubbing her head. “Owww… what happened…” Another grumble as she stood, a little shaky from the constant spinning. Where was she? A glance around caused Ceres’ eyes to squint, it was bright….very bright. “Huh.” A tilt of her head as she stared up at….what was she looking at exactly? It looked like a road that had twisted and twirled in the air above her, covered in obnoxiously bright colours of pink and yellow. “Mis

Tumbling, twirling, whirling and falling…. Down… Down… Down… “OOmph…” Ceres landed unceremoniously with a thud on the ground. She sat up, rubbing her head. “Owww… what happened…” Another grumble as she stood, a little shaky from the constant spinning. Where was she? A glance around caused Ceres’ eyes to squint, it was bright….very bright. “Huh.” A tilt of her head as she stared up at….what was she looking at exactly? It looked like a road that had twisted and twirled in the air above her, covered in obnoxiously bright colours of pink and yellow. “Mis

Tumbling, twirling, whirling and falling…. Down… Down… Down… “OOmph…” Ceres landed unceremoniously with a thud on the ground. She sat up, rubbing her head. “Owww… what happened…” Another grumble as she stood, a little shaky from the constant spinning. Where was she? A glance around caused Ceres’ eyes to squint, it was bright….very bright. “Huh.” A tilt of her head as she stared up at….what was she looking at exactly? It looked like a road that had twisted and twirled in the air above her, covered in obnoxiously bright colours of pink and yellow. “Mis

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COUNSELOR UNIT 64E7877, REQUESTING A SECOND SIMULATION. <<Query received. Credentials remain verified. Input hypothetical.>> LOAD PREVIOUS PARAMETERS. ADD ADDITIONAL ELEMENTS: DAY 906, USER ACANTHUS SUCCESSFULLY KILLS USER TEION. USER MORNINGSTAR INTERVENES, BUT FAILS. BOTH USERS RECEIVE GREVIOUS INJURIES, BUT ESCAPE ALIVE. <<Last parameter is redundant. Aincrad mends injuries of all kinds.>> NOT ALL KINDS. RETAIN FINAL PARAMETER—THAT IS A COMMAND. <<Acknowledged. Secondary Parameters loading in. Counselor, additional simulations should be

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THREAD SUMMARY Experience | 2447 / 5 = 489.4 * 10 = 4894 + 2500 (quest) + 4200 (Dungeon) = 11,594 EXP Col | 128,000 (Dungeon) + 5000 (quest) = 133,000 col Materials | 38 (Dungeon) = 38 materials Other | 1 mon Quest | Tanos Key

The mentor stepped forward again, the snow crunching softly beneath his sandals. Without a word, he drew a thin strip of dark cloth from his sleeve and held it toward Miyuki. “Vision clouds instinct,” he said simply. “Let us see what remains when you take it away.” Miyuki hesitated, but then took the blindfold and tied it around her eyes. The world vanished. All that remained was the bite of the cold, the scent of pine, and the soft whisper of the wind weaving between branches. Her heartbeat filled the silence at first. Slow. Uneven. Searching. Then she heard it the faint s

Such an interesting twist of events, and the sounds of broken glass and undoubtedly a bar fight breaking out the floor just below them made the evening even more of a mystery. It was likely that some neanderthal had found themselves shoved out by some of the many wait staff that rushed about the place, likely some with a bit larger features and height to boot. Like the shaded men that had awarded Cascade into her lap not but a moment prior. Honestly their inclination to remain under guise spoke to just how often such things might occur, anonymity giving them the benefit of not gaining a second

“I mean, yea. If I stay here a little too long I get sad. But like, I just don’t stay here that long? The home is more of a base of operations than anything. I spend more nights in taverns and stuff on other floors. I come back here when I’m laying low.” “Personally, I don’t believe the info broker’s guide when they try and sell you that crap about dementia and insanity. That’s probably just coming from some player that’s already cracked a little bit. You have a shop here, right? And you’re not crazy. I think.” 3ulogy paused a little bit as he spoke the last words. “But yea, the floor mak

A cold midsummers night dream, where reality and imagination dance upon the night sky becoming intertwined and indistinguishable. Where prayers can be made real, and logic and reason can become distorted. The wanderer sat wistful and hopeful beneath a star filled sky. His red robe absent, errands long since complete. No glasses allowing his amber eyes in that kindled and rich shade to be allowed free from shields. It was a long time coming, to provide himself the freedoms of such simple enjoyment. Through his head racked the ripple, as innumerable faces and voices played back unending.

"What were we talking about again?" Adelyte asked, tapping her chin with the side of her thumb. "Oh yeah! How cool this place is!" she opened her arms out, gesturing towards the cave.. but also Aincrad as a whole. "Before this game came out, I don't think I could have ever even imagined a place like this.. a floating castle. One hundred floors, each one different. Of course I want to get back home to my mama but.." her smile faltered a bit. Homesickness settling in, usually she kept those moments behind closed doors. She swallowed the rising lump in her throat down and forced a smile out

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"And I definitely owe you that guitar when we get out of here.” But.. this was his guitar. The corner of his lips curved into a smirk. Obviously she was a bit flustered, torn between enjoying the evening and performing. Didn't matter how experienced she was, it came with the life. Jomei was very well aware of that. "He makes you happy? Then that's all that matters Go sing your song so you can spend some time with him, you've earned it." The ginger was left alone on the side of the stage as Lysette took to the spotlight once more. Holding up his instrument, he would dismi

Shop Post: Cherry Cake Pop Cost of Transaction: 1 Mat Crafter's Profession: Cook Crafter's Rank: 3 Item Name: Cherry Cake Pop Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Dessert Item Rarity: Rare Item Enhancements: 2 LD Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: IFusion of ID255884 + ID255884-1 = ID255887: CD: 8 | LD: 17 Item Description: A Cake Pop on a simple stick filled with a cherry pie filling center.

Date: 10-24-25 [41/79 EXP] Rank 3 - Apprentice Cook: Able to craft Tier 3 equipment. 4 crafts per day. Crafting Tier 2 [Dessert]: ID255883 | CD: 4 | LD: 17 | Fail! (Lose Materials) ID255884 | CD: 8 | LD: 17 | Critical Success! +2 T2 Uncommon Desert ID255885 | CD: 6 | LD: 17 | Salvage! (Keep Materials) ID255886 | CD: 10 | LD: 14 | Success! +1 T2 Uncommon Desert Result: +9 EXP (1+3+2+3) [50/79] Fusion: ID255884 + ID255884-1| T2 Rare Desert = ID255887

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Hands grabbed her, moving her about the room. She attempted to pull away in protest, but they moved quickly pushing her down into a seat... that wasn't at all a seat, rather someone's lap. She felt the warmth of lush skin beneath her, a scent of liquor, smoke, and something faintly sweet entering her senses. She turned seeing the faint glow of a cigarette being laid to rest. The person under her shifted, the lights flickering back on, everything had happened so fast. She looked around noting the change in the room, others had been moved and paired at random. A scuffle at the bar had drawn som

[Floor 27 | The Divide’s Edge] Entry #42 – Etherial’s Journal The air on this floor feels thinner like it’s been pulled taut between two halves of the same breath. Every step echoes longer than it should, fading into a silence that doesn’t want to end. The locals call this area The Divide, and I think I understand why. It’s not just a name it’s a feeling. Like the world itself was split open, and no one bothered to stitch it shut again. Crystals line the cliffs here, glowing faintly in the dim light. Blue on one side, green on the other, the colors meet somewhere in the middle and

Mari patted the guy she was sitting on. "Unconk...unconsh...un..." She frowned, why was it so hard to talk properly. A shake of her head, an a deep breath. "Unconscious." Mari said with the fluidity of someone who hadn't just downed seven straight whisky drinks. "C-Came to thank you fer helpin' me get Lancashter here an...man...yanked my hair." Mari would rest the back of her head against the bar, closing her eyes. She was so sick of fighting. Mari figured Vincent did this to allow Mari to let off some steam, but this wasn't what she needed. "Hmmm?" She'd open her eyes again, feeling something