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Rin

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  1. Is there a way to skip the battles entirely, like in Galaxy Angel Eternal Lovers? Or does anyone know a trainer or whatever, so I can end the battles as quickly as possible? I've finished one route, about a year ago, but I don't feel like playing those battles anymore. Please refrain from saying stuff like "the battle system is part of the fun", because playing through it just once was enough suffering as I'm only interested in the story. Thanks in advance.

  2. I'm not really in a rage mode but today our 20 years old cat died. She was put to sleep because of some nasty tumors. I'll miss those times when she would come into my room, when she would purr when I was petting her and even when she would cry because she wanted something to eat. Now I'm sad. =(

     

    Here's a loli Mashiro to cheer you up.

     

     

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  3. [spoiler=Fate/Stay Night]

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    It is a simple story. There is nothing that brings me happiness. It does not matter, let it be believing in people or having people believe in me. What other people called happiness did not bring me any joy.

    I envy you people. What I sought, but could not obtain. What I obtained, but could not obtain. Many things slipped out between my fingers, no matter what commandment I used.

    I want to know if it is a crime to live as you are, when you are different from others.

     

     

  4. [spoiler=Tsukihime]

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    "Ah-----"

     

    The torrent breaks through.

    Spinning. Spinning. Spinning spinning the world is spinning. Sun and moon. Female and lion. Angel and pollution. Colliding uphill paths. Broken hourglass. Upwards falling sand. Shattered window and a door without a handle. Darkness. Darkness. Darkness. Darkness. Darkness.

     

     

    "S, to---"

     

    I'm getting crushed.

    Melting wall. Solvable meaning. Self who can explain. Smoothness of changeable permeability. Transitioning time. Observation life and execution function. A pinky-less hand. Headless eyes. Rolling carpet. Once. Twice. Three times. 777 cages. Burst balloon. Unfulfillable promise. Unprotectable law. Death contract. Poison and honey. Red and afterbirth. Mercury lamp and bug light. Light refracting to countless dimensions. Swimming fish, singing at the ocean bottom. Tools, tools, tools. Towards endlessly reproducing starts without meaning, without will. Better than wishes. Another only me. Unraveling deep sea. Contradictory that appears from microscopic organism. Detailed view of a quark. Rejection of everything. Formless form. An embryo within a hearse. I curse and celebrate their existence.

     

    Haha ahahaha.

     

     

    "What, is this---"

     

    Cessation is disregard. The bleeding earth. Trade your blood for poison and you will attain immortality. Rose. Rose. Rose. Rose. Your splendor will not last forever. The way to reach Lohan's temple, eat this bread. Spreading defilement. The April that's farther than May, the reversal of limbs, awaken in the shrine of balance beyond the dual serpent and scorpion. The skin of rotten fruit. Burned puppet of celluloid. The cannabis of Legion. Grinding and friction. Sun and Moon. Colliding uphill paths. Female and lions. Broken hourglass. Spiraling clouds. I am unparalleled. Upwards falling sand. Eight years ago. Killed. Killed. Killed. Killed. Killed. Killed. Killed. Killed. You. Killed!

     

    Ha haha ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

     

     

     

    [spoiler=Tsukihime]

    ---The, pain.

     

    Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain----------!!!

     

     

  5. [spoiler=Tsukihime]

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    Is it anemia again?

    Then it's just as always. It's normal. It'll pass. I'm in class. I have to recover. Look, the English teacher is reading aloud. The blackboard. Chalk. Chalk dust. English. The sound of chalk scraping. Teacher. Teacher. Adult. Podium. The creaking podium. Desk. Thirty-six desks. Student. Students. Thirty-six students. Three days ago there were thirty-seven. Window. Sky. Schoolyard. Sun. Unpopular. Lonely. Cold. Frightened. Uneasy. Something. Desire. Desire. Desire---

     

     

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