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Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)

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[x] Take a moment to appreciate how cute that is then head straight to see if you can acquire yerself a new weapon.

The holes bode well for lasers!
 
[x] Go straight to Gehrman

This is indeed going to be just delightful.

Also, nice to see that the fact Djura is old as hell is finally realized in full by all present. Of course Eileen is too, but she has less wear and tear...
 
Ehorin said:
@Lordsservent where is that pic from? I want to watch/play/read it
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Lordsservent said:
I'm not sure, I just found it when I looked up beam spam, maybe it's from MGLN?
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I'm disappointed in you. You didn't even go to the page the picture was on?
http://clysart.deviantart.com/art/BEAM-SPAM-81613007
This is a screen cap from a game called Boot Fighter Windom. I just figured out how the screen shot function works so I thought Id share

Its basically a clone of some Gundam games only with much nicer game types, like team battle instead of being 2 on 2 it becomes 10 on 10. And having a war game where you have to destroy each others battle ships.

I personally like the Iris Linux unit, as seen in the picture... well barely... One of its attacks is to summon magic circles that automatically fire at the target. The screen shot is that at full power. So yes, every single beam in that picture is mine.

You can download the game for free here: [link]
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Non-Canon Omake: Made Rick by the Blood
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    • Alright, here's the omake. I recently binged a certain show and this is the result.


    "Come on, Morty, we, we're going on a trip"

    "Aw geeze, Rick, I've got a history test, I can't leave now. Can't you give me like forty minutes?"

    "History? Look, Morty, studying history is pointless. Eli Whitney isn't gonna, isn't gonna un-invent the cotton gin because a bunch of kids didn't read about him. Come on, Morty."

    "Rick, I'm serious. I have a D- in this class right now and I think they'll get suspicious if we try that Inception thing again."

    "Listen to me, Morty. History is bullshit. You study history and the world's the same. You study science and, and you've got portal guns and flying saucers and this freeze gun I used on your teacher while you were distracted."

    "Rick, you killed a guy the last time you used that!"

    "What did I just say about history, Morty?"

    "You know, they say those who don't study history are doomed to repeat it."

    "That's bullshit, Morty. Look, if you're so hung up on this I'll have Abradolf Lincler tutor you or something."

    "Lincler's dead, Rick!"

    "Are you coming or not, Morty?"

    "Urgh. Fine, Rick. Where are we going?"

    "Oh, you're gonna love this place, Morty. They've got this whole Victorian London thing going. I've gotta get some of this special blood they've cooked up for my research."

    "Whoa, cool, Victorian London? Is it, like, steampunk?"

    "Steam-Morty, there was an actual Victorian London, you know. It's not just some setting for, for losers to staple zeppelins onto before they cry themselves to sleep at night because they're thirty years old and live with their moms. This is why you're failing history, Morty."

    "I get it, I get it. Hey, this isn't gonna be like those crystals again, where you say you need things but are just using them to get high, right?"

    "Crystals?"

    "The, the Collaxion Crystals or whatever. You know, the ones Lincler died to get you at the party?"

    "Morty, you have, you have my word as a scientist that we're not just going to Yharnam so I can get high."

    "I'm gonna hold you to that, Rick."

    "Fine, fine. Look, just get in the damn portal."

    --

    "This place is really creepy, Rick."

    "It's fine, Morty. We just need to go to the chapel and oh shit Morty get down behind these barrels Morty."

    "What's going on, Rick?"

    "It's an angry mob, Morty. They've got torches and pitchforks and everything."

    "What? Why's there an angry mob?"

    "Okay, look, Yharnam might have a slight werewolf problem, alright. But Victorian London had plenty of angry mobs, Morty, so the experience is still authentic."

    "'Slight?' There's an angry mob with, with torches, Rick! How is this 'slight?'"

    "Hey, you don't know my standards for werewolves, Morty. I was literally up to my eyeballs in werewolves last year. And I mean literally literally, not like the, the 'literally' Jerry uses when he says he's eating 'literally' the best bagel ever every damn morning."

    "So what do we do?"

    "Just stay calm, Morty. We'll wait for them to pass and then get on our way."

    "Couldn't we just explain that we're not werewolves?"

    "Oh no, bad idea, Morty. These guys just kinda stab and burn everything. Standard angry mob behavior, not very efficient at dealing with werewolves."

    --

    "That's the third mob we've had to go around, Rick. Are we getting close?"

    "Yeah, we're real close. Just around the corner, Morty."

    "Okay, if you say so oh god Rick did you see that?"

    "See what, Morty?"

    "There was some kind of giant hand in the air!"

    "I'm sure it was just your overactive dumbass imagination, Morty."

    "We've got angry mobs and werewolves and now giant hands, Rick. I, I don't feel comfortable not having any way to defend myself."

    "Fine, if you're gonna be a pussy about it, here. Put this on your chest."

    "Okay. And this'll protect me?"

    "Well, it should. It's a shaped charge."

    "You put a bomb on my chest?!"

    "No, YOU put a bomb on your chest, Morty. And anyway, it's a shaped charge. The means that the explosion will go outward and leave you virtually unharmed."

    "What do you mean by virtuaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!"

    "Morty!"

    TREMBLE BEFORE ME, CHILD. AND SAVOR THE GLORY OF...RICK? RICK SANCHEZ?

    "Holy shit, Amy G! What's fuckin' up, my man?"

    YOU KNOW, JUST DOING MY THING, TURNING FOOLS INTO SPIDERS AND GETTING THEM TO WORSHIP ME AS A GOD. THIS YOURS?

    "Yeah, that's my grandson, Morty. Morty, this is Amygdala. We were roommates in college."

    "AAAAAAHHHH wait I thought you said school was for losers?"

    "Well, it is. I got into an argument with the Rick from Dimension 323-G about it and I enrolled in his college to prove I could get valedictorian without studying or attending class while sober. A-Bomb here was a transdimensional exchange student.

    RICK TECH REPRESENT.

    "So anyway, how's Yharnam been treating you? Things still going strong between you and that hottie with the sickles?"

    WE ACTUALLY SPLIT UP NOT TOO LONG AGO. YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS; GIRL ACTUALLY GOT A JOB AS A WET NURSE.

    "Seriously? She was in pre-med!"

    I KNOW, RIGHT? SHE'S OFF IN A NIGHTMARE TAKING CARE OF THIS GOD-BABY AND I'M ALL "LOOK, YOU'RE NOT LIVING UP TO YOUR POTENTIAL" AND SHE'S LIKE "IT'S MY PASSION AND IF YOU CAN'T SUPPORT IT WE CAN'T BE TOGETHER."

    "See, Morty? This is exactly what I'm talking about. Fuck school."

    FUCK SCHOOL. HEY, YOU MIND IF I EAT THIS? THOSE INFECTED DUDES TASTE LIKE SWEATY TAINT HAIR.

    "RICK!"

    "Nah, man, it's cool. Go right aheadNOW MORTY NOW PUSH THE BUTTON MORTY."

    "AAAAAAH."

    *BOOM*

    --

    "Yo, wake up, Morty. I got the, the stuff, Morty."

    "Ohhh. What happened, Rick?"

    "You set off the shaped charge and blew up Amygdala's face."

    "Oh, geeze. Well ow ow it hurts to breathe."

    "Well, duh. It was a shaped charge, but conservation of momentum is still a thing, Morty. That's, that's Physics 101, Morty. Something goes boom in one direction and there'll be, there'll be just as much boom in the opposite direction."

    "But you said I'd be unharmed."

    "Virtually unharmed, Morty. You only broke two ribs and you've got twenty-four of them. That's only, blegh, only 8.33 repeating percent of your ribs. That's not even statistically significant, Morty."

    "Ow. Thanks for saving me, though. I know it couldn't have been easy killing your old friend."

    "Morty, I let Amy G cheat off me for a semester and a half and then he paid me back by stealing my girlfriend. Who's fucking Sheila now, asshole? Who's fucking Sheila now?! I am, because your head exploded, bitch. I'm not actually going to fuck Sheila, Morty, she totally lost her figure after sophomore year. Big guy kinda did me a favor but, but it's the principle of the thing, Morty."

    "Rick, what's in that bottle? Why are you more drunk than when we got here?"

    "Oh, these things are the best, Morty. Like, figuratively the best. They make booze out of blood. These guys suck at names so they just call it a 'pungent blood cocktail' but I call it the 'Flaming Hemo.'"

    "You gave me your word that we weren't just coming here to get you high, Rick!"

    "Yeah, I'm not getting high, Morty. I'm getting druuuunk, bitch!"

    "I hate you so much right now."

    "Yeah, that's fair."
     
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    • Tricia said:
    Alright, here's the omake. I recently binged a certain show and this is the result.


    "Come on, Morty, we, we're going on a trip"

    "Aw geeze, Rick, I've got a history test, I can't leave now. Can't you give me like forty minutes?"

    "History? Look, Morty, studying history is pointless. Eli Whitney isn't gonna, isn't gonna un-invent the cotton gin because a bunch of kids didn't read about him. Come on, Morty."

    "Rick, I'm serious. I have a D- in this class right now and I think they'll get suspicious if we try that Inception thing again."

    "Listen to me, Morty. History is bullshit. You study history and the world's the same. You study science and, and you've got portal guns and flying saucers and this freeze gun I used on your teacher while you were distracted."

    "Rick, you killed a guy the last time you used that!"

    "What did I just say about history, Morty?"

    "You know, they say those who don't study history are doomed to repeat it."

    "That's bullshit, Morty. Look, if you're so hung up on this I'll have Abradolf Lincler tutor you or something."

    "Lincler's dead, Rick!"

    "Are you coming or not, Morty?"

    "Urgh. Fine, Rick. Where are we going?"

    "Oh, you're gonna love this place, Morty. They've got this whole Victorian London thing going. I've gotta get some of this special blood they've cooked up for my research."

    "Whoa, cool, Victorian London? Is it, like, steampunk?"

    "Steam-Morty, there was an actual Victorian London, you know. It's not just some setting for, for losers to staple zeppelins onto before they cry themselves to sleep at night because they're thirty years old and live with their moms. This is why you're failing history, Morty."

    "I get it, I get it. Hey, this isn't gonna be like those crystals again, where you say you need things but are just using them to get high, right?"

    "Crystals?"

    "The, the Collaxion Crystals or whatever. You know, the ones Lincler died to get you at the party?"

    "Morty, you have, you have my word as a scientist that we're not just going to Yharnam so I can get high."

    "I'm gonna hold you to that, Rick."

    "Fine, fine. Look, just get in the damn portal."

    --

    "This place is really creepy, Rick."

    "It's fine, Morty. We just need to go to the chapel and oh shit Morty get down behind these barrels Morty."

    "What's going on, Rick?"

    "It's an angry mob, Morty. They've got torches and pitchforks and everything."

    "What? Why's there an angry mob?"

    "Okay, look, Yharnam might have a slight werewolf problem, alright. But Victorian London had plenty of angry mobs, Morty, so the experience is still authentic."

    "'Slight?' There's an angry mob with, with torches, Rick! How is this 'slight?'"

    "Hey, you don't know my standards for werewolves, Morty. I was literally up to my eyeballs in werewolves last year. And I mean literally literally, not like the, the 'literally' Jerry uses when he says he's eating 'literally' the best bagel ever every damn morning."

    "So what do we do?"

    "Just stay calm, Morty. We'll wait for them to pass and then get on our way."

    "Couldn't we just explain that we're not werewolves?"

    "Oh no, bad idea, Morty. These guys just kinda stab and burn everything. Standard angry mob behavior, not very efficient at dealing with werewolves."

    --

    "That's the third mob we've had to go around, Rick. Are we getting close?"

    "Yeah, we're real close. Just around the corner, Morty."

    "Okay, if you say so oh god Rick did you see that?"

    "See what, Morty?"

    "There was some kind of giant hand in the air!"

    "I'm sure it was just your overactive dumbass imagination, Morty."

    "We've got angry mobs and werewolves and now giant hands, Rick. I, I don't feel comfortable not having any way to defend myself."

    "Fine, if you're gonna be a pussy about it, here. Put this on your chest."

    "Okay. And this'll protect me?"

    "Well, it should. It's a shaped charge."

    "You put a bomb on my chest?!"

    "No, YOU put a bomb on your chest, Morty. And anyway, it's a shaped charge. The means that the explosion will go outward and leave you virtually unharmed."

    "What do you mean by virtuaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!"

    "Morty!"

    TREMBLE BEFORE ME, CHILD. AND SAVOR THE GLORY OF...RICK? RICK SANCHEZ?

    "Holy shit, Amy G! What's fuckin' up, my man?"

    YOU KNOW, JUST DOING MY THING, TURNING FOOLS INTO SPIDERS AND GETTING THEM TO WORSHIP ME AS A GOD. THIS YOURS?

    "Yeah, that's my grandson, Morty. Morty, this is Amygdala. We were roommates in college."

    "AAAAAAHHHH wait I thought you said school was for losers?"

    "Well, it is. I got into an argument with the Rick from Dimension 323-G about it and I enrolled in his college to prove I could get valedictorian without studying or attending class while sober. A-Bomb here was a transdimensional exchange student.

    RICK TECH REPRESENT.

    "So anyway, how's Yharnam been treating you? Things still going strong between you and that hottie with the sickles?"

    WE ACTUALLY SPLIT UP NOT TOO LONG AGO. YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS; GIRL ACTUALLY GOT A JOB AS A WET NURSE.

    "Seriously? She was in pre-med!"

    I KNOW, RIGHT? SHE'S OFF IN A NIGHTMARE TAKING CARE OF THIS GOD-BABY AND I'M ALL "LOOK, YOU'RE NOT LIVING UP TO YOUR POTENTIAL" AND SHE'S LIKE "IT'S MY PASSION AND IF YOU CAN'T SUPPORT IT WE CAN'T BE TOGETHER."

    "See, Morty? This is exactly what I'm talking about. Fuck school."

    FUCK SCHOOL. HEY, YOU MIND IF I EAT THIS? THOSE INFECTED DUDES TASTE LIKE SWEATY TAINT HAIR.

    "RICK!"

    "Nah, man, it's cool. Go right aheadNOW MORTY NOW PUSH THE BUTTON MORTY."

    "AAAAAAH."

    *BOOM*

    --

    "Yo, wake up, Morty. I got the, the stuff, Morty."

    "Ohhh. What happened, Rick?"

    "You set off the shaped charge and blew up Amygdala's face."

    "Oh, geeze. Well ow ow it hurts to breathe."

    "Well, duh. It was a shaped charge, but conservation of momentum is still a thing, Morty. That's, that's Physics 101, Morty. Something goes boom in one direction and there'll be, there'll be just as much boom in the opposite direction."

    "But you said I'd be unharmed."

    "Virtually unharmed, Morty. You only broke two ribs and you've got twenty-four of them. That's only, blegh, only 8.33 repeating percent of your ribs. That's not even statistically significant, Morty."

    "Ow. Thanks for saving me, though. I know it couldn't have been easy killing your old friend."

    "Morty, I let Amy G cheat off me for a semester and a half and then he paid me back by stealing my girlfriend. Who's fucking Sheila now, asshole? Who's fucking Sheila now?! I am, because your head exploded, bitch. I'm not actually going to fuck Sheila, Morty, she totally lost her figure after sophomore year. Big guy kinda did me a favor but, but it's the principle of the thing, Morty."

    "Rick, what's in that bottle? Why are you more drunk than when we got here?"

    "Oh, these things are the best, Morty. Like, figuratively the best. They make booze out of blood. These guys suck at names so they just call it a 'pungent blood cocktail' but I call it the 'Flaming Hemo.'"

    "You gave me your word that we weren't just coming here to get you high, Rick!"

    "Yeah, I'm not getting high, Morty. I'm getting druuuunk, bitch!"

    "I hate you so much right now."

    "Yeah, that's fair."
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    Tricia said:
    Alright, here's the omake. I recently binged a certain show and this is the result.


    "Come on, Morty, we, we're going on a trip"

    "Aw geeze, Rick, I've got a history test, I can't leave now. Can't you give me like forty minutes?"

    "History? Look, Morty, studying history is pointless. Eli Whitney isn't gonna, isn't gonna un-invent the cotton gin because a bunch of kids didn't read about him. Come on, Morty."

    "Rick, I'm serious. I have a D- in this class right now and I think they'll get suspicious if we try that Inception thing again."

    "Listen to me, Morty. History is bullshit. You study history and the world's the same. You study science and, and you've got portal guns and flying saucers and this freeze gun I used on your teacher while you were distracted."

    "Rick, you killed a guy the last time you used that!"

    "What did I just say about history, Morty?"

    "You know, they say those who don't study history are doomed to repeat it."

    "That's bullshit, Morty. Look, if you're so hung up on this I'll have Abradolf Lincler tutor you or something."

    "Lincler's dead, Rick!"

    "Are you coming or not, Morty?"

    "Urgh. Fine, Rick. Where are we going?"

    "Oh, you're gonna love this place, Morty. They've got this whole Victorian London thing going. I've gotta get some of this special blood they've cooked up for my research."

    "Whoa, cool, Victorian London? Is it, like, steampunk?"

    "Steam-Morty, there was an actual Victorian London, you know. It's not just some setting for, for losers to staple zeppelins onto before they cry themselves to sleep at night because they're thirty years old and live with their moms. This is why you're failing history, Morty."

    "I get it, I get it. Hey, this isn't gonna be like those crystals again, where you say you need things but are just using them to get high, right?"

    "Crystals?"

    "The, the Collaxion Crystals or whatever. You know, the ones Lincler died to get you at the party?"

    "Morty, you have, you have my word as a scientist that we're not just going to Yharnam so I can get high."

    "I'm gonna hold you to that, Rick."

    "Fine, fine. Look, just get in the damn portal."

    --

    "This place is really creepy, Rick."

    "It's fine, Morty. We just need to go to the chapel and oh shit Morty get down behind these barrels Morty."

    "What's going on, Rick?"

    "It's an angry mob, Morty. They've got torches and pitchforks and everything."

    "What? Why's there an angry mob?"

    "Okay, look, Yharnam might have a slight werewolf problem, alright. But Victorian London had plenty of angry mobs, Morty, so the experience is still authentic."

    "'Slight?' There's an angry mob with, with torches, Rick! How is this 'slight?'"

    "Hey, you don't know my standards for werewolves, Morty. I was literally up to my eyeballs in werewolves last year. And I mean literally literally, not like the, the 'literally' Jerry uses when he says he's eating 'literally' the best bagel ever every damn morning."

    "So what do we do?"

    "Just stay calm, Morty. We'll wait for them to pass and then get on our way."

    "Couldn't we just explain that we're not werewolves?"

    "Oh no, bad idea, Morty. These guys just kinda stab and burn everything. Standard angry mob behavior, not very efficient at dealing with werewolves."

    --

    "That's the third mob we've had to go around, Rick. Are we getting close?"

    "Yeah, we're real close. Just around the corner, Morty."

    "Okay, if you say so oh god Rick did you see that?"

    "See what, Morty?"

    "There was some kind of giant hand in the air!"

    "I'm sure it was just your overactive dumbass imagination, Morty."

    "We've got angry mobs and werewolves and now giant hands, Rick. I, I don't feel comfortable not having any way to defend myself."

    "Fine, if you're gonna be a pussy about it, here. Put this on your chest."

    "Okay. And this'll protect me?"

    "Well, it should. It's a shaped charge."

    "You put a bomb on my chest?!"

    "No, YOU put a bomb on your chest, Morty. And anyway, it's a shaped charge. The means that the explosion will go outward and leave you virtually unharmed."

    "What do you mean by virtuaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!"

    "Morty!"

    TREMBLE BEFORE ME, CHILD. AND SAVOR THE GLORY OF...RICK? RICK SANCHEZ?

    "Holy shit, Amy G! What's fuckin' up, my man?"

    YOU KNOW, JUST DOING MY THING, TURNING FOOLS INTO SPIDERS AND GETTING THEM TO WORSHIP ME AS A GOD. THIS YOURS?

    "Yeah, that's my grandson, Morty. Morty, this is Amygdala. We were roommates in college."

    "AAAAAAHHHH wait I thought you said school was for losers?"

    "Well, it is. I got into an argument with the Rick from Dimension 323-G about it and I enrolled in his college to prove I could get valedictorian without studying or attending class while sober. A-Bomb here was a transdimensional exchange student.

    RICK TECH REPRESENT.

    "So anyway, how's Yharnam been treating you? Things still going strong between you and that hottie with the sickles?"

    WE ACTUALLY SPLIT UP NOT TOO LONG AGO. YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS; GIRL ACTUALLY GOT A JOB AS A WET NURSE.

    "Seriously? She was in pre-med!"

    I KNOW, RIGHT? SHE'S OFF IN A NIGHTMARE TAKING CARE OF THIS GOD-BABY AND I'M ALL "LOOK, YOU'RE NOT LIVING UP TO YOUR POTENTIAL" AND SHE'S LIKE "IT'S MY PASSION AND IF YOU CAN'T SUPPORT IT WE CAN'T BE TOGETHER."

    "See, Morty? This is exactly what I'm talking about. Fuck school."

    FUCK SCHOOL. HEY, YOU MIND IF I EAT THIS? THOSE INFECTED DUDES TASTE LIKE SWEATY TAINT HAIR.

    "RICK!"

    "Nah, man, it's cool. Go right aheadNOW MORTY NOW PUSH THE BUTTON MORTY."

    "AAAAAAH."

    *BOOM*

    --

    "Yo, wake up, Morty. I got the, the stuff, Morty."

    "Ohhh. What happened, Rick?"

    "You set off the shaped charge and blew up Amygdala's face."

    "Oh, geeze. Well ow ow it hurts to breathe."

    "Well, duh. It was a shaped charge, but conservation of momentum is still a thing, Morty. That's, that's Physics 101, Morty. Something goes boom in one direction and there'll be, there'll be just as much boom in the opposite direction."

    "But you said I'd be unharmed."

    "Virtually unharmed, Morty. You only broke two ribs and you've got twenty-four of them. That's only, blegh, only 8.33 repeating percent of your ribs. That's not even statistically significant, Morty."

    "Ow. Thanks for saving me, though. I know it couldn't have been easy killing your old friend."

    "Morty, I let Amy G cheat off me for a semester and a half and then he paid me back by stealing my girlfriend. Who's fucking Sheila now, asshole? Who's fucking Sheila now?! I am, because your head exploded, bitch. I'm not actually going to fuck Sheila, Morty, she totally lost her figure after sophomore year. Big guy kinda did me a favor but, but it's the principle of the thing, Morty."

    "Rick, what's in that bottle? Why are you more drunk than when we got here?"

    "Oh, these things are the best, Morty. Like, figuratively the best. They make booze out of blood. These guys suck at names so they just call it a 'pungent blood cocktail' but I call it the 'Flaming Hemo.'"

    "You gave me your word that we weren't just coming here to get you high, Rick!"

    "Yeah, I'm not getting high, Morty. I'm getting druuuunk, bitch!"

    "I hate you so much right now."

    "Yeah, that's fair."
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