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Sometimes you catch yourself wondering why random monsters possess casino chips produced exclusively for the Jewel Resort Casino. | |||
De La Fille keeps looting them after battles, and you accept them without a second thought. Free stuff is free stuff, and it keeps you swimming in tradable rewards from the Casino. | |||
But as time passes, you notice she's becoming thinner, more haggard. Her signature gem-blades lose their brilliance, replaced with cheap facsimiles of cut glass that chip and shatter in combat. | |||
Concerned, you find her on the Grandcypher one day and ask if something is wrong. | |||
It turns out that monsters never had any chips to begin with. | |||
De La Fille's been toiling in the Poker mines between adventures, and selling off her precious gems, all in order to obtain massive amounts of casino chips which she can then "find" for you. | |||
The taste of the last half-elixir you quaffed turns to bile in your throat. | |||
Misreading your rapidly clouding expression, she clutches at your sleeve nervously, stammering, "P-please, I'll get more and more chips for you, so don't remove me from the party!" | |||
Each word is like a stake hammered into your chest. You want to scream out, "It's not your fault! You don't have to do this anymore!", but it feels like your jaw is glued shut. | |||
Crushing waves of guilt wash over you, constricting your throat like a vice. You recall the radiant smile she would always give you, as she turned away from a monster corpse hefting a "looted" sack of casino chips. You never wondered. You just took them. | |||
A surging heat from your trouser pocket sends pain lancing through your thigh. Wordlessly, you pull out a glassy sphere. An anima, bought with casino chips. | |||
The visage of the primal beast within seems to glare at you silently, judging you. Sickened, you let the orb fall to the deck. It bounces once, and rolls to a halt facing you, still staring. | |||
Your heartbeat thunders in your chest, drowning out De La Fille's continued frantic pleas. | |||
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Sometimes you catch yourself wondering why random monsters possess casino chips produced exclusively for the Jewel Resort Casino. De La Fille keeps looting them after battles, and you accept them without a second thought. Free stuff is free stuff, and it keeps you swimming in tradable rewards from the Casino.
But as time passes, you notice she's becoming thinner, more haggard. Her signature gem-blades lose their brilliance, replaced with cheap facsimiles of cut glass that chip and shatter in combat.
Concerned, you find her on the Grandcypher one day and ask if something is wrong.
It turns out that monsters never had any chips to begin with. De La Fille's been toiling in the Poker mines between adventures, and selling off her precious gems, all in order to obtain massive amounts of casino chips which she can then "find" for you.
The taste of the last half-elixir you quaffed turns to bile in your throat.
Misreading your rapidly clouding expression, she clutches at your sleeve nervously, stammering, "P-please, I'll get more and more chips for you, so don't remove me from the party!"
Each word is like a stake hammered into your chest. You want to scream out, "It's not your fault! You don't have to do this anymore!", but it feels like your jaw is glued shut.
Crushing waves of guilt wash over you, constricting your throat like a vice. You recall the radiant smile she would always give you, as she turned away from a monster corpse hefting a "looted" sack of casino chips. You never wondered. You just took them.
A surging heat from your trouser pocket sends pain lancing through your thigh. Wordlessly, you pull out a glassy sphere. An anima, bought with casino chips. The visage of the primal beast within seems to glare at you silently, judging you. Sickened, you let the orb fall to the deck. It bounces once, and rolls to a halt facing you, still staring.
Your heartbeat thunders in your chest, drowning out De La Fille's continued frantic pleas.
Roster
Welcome to post-GW /gbfg/. Your crew is dead, your danchou is a leech, your carry is an FPS hacker. Elemental god for this GW was exposed (read: wasn't top 1000 2000) and everyone is ready to poach the new level 175 cutie with their first primal highlander grid. TOOT simultaneously went 4-0 and 0-4. But it doesn't matter because they could never beat a reddit crew anyway. But it's okay, at least you aren't in Mistakes SOY.
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