CrossyCross
A+ RIDING
I'm getting a Manus vibe over here...
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
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Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
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I'm just gonna say it, he looks like a crackheaded version of 'True Form' Envy that got hit with not only the ugly stick, but the ugly tree and all the trees surrounding it in the ugly forest.
Remember when I likened what the church was doing to cooking meth in a kitchen?
Well here's proof boys and girls, winners don't take eldritch blood!
Edit: Oh god, I just took a look at a bigger picture of this bastard, and that thing on the side of his head is Lined with Eyes!
Guys, THAT'S HIS BRAIN!!!
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Madork Gunna
Ork Flyboy
- Location
- Upside down
[X] Continue interrogation
-[X] Does the name Gehrman ring any bells?
-[X] Who is Laurence?
-[X] Who is Willem?
-[X] Who do I complain to about all these damn levers everywhere?
-[X] What are the names of the other Mediocre ones, I want to see what else I can make of their corpses. Brandish the Club of Righteousness.
MINI OMAKE!
"I cut off his bloody head!" you say and then dramatically spin around with bayonets at the ready. Dhurga gives you a funny look and you shrug.
"Last time I said that the fecker came back for seconds right at that moment." you explain.
Rosemary just stares at you, the blue screen equivalent now replaced with a black screen and blue smoke coming out of the CPU kind of expression.
-[X] Does the name Gehrman ring any bells?
-[X] Who is Laurence?
-[X] Who is Willem?
-[X] Who do I complain to about all these damn levers everywhere?
-[X] What are the names of the other Mediocre ones, I want to see what else I can make of their corpses. Brandish the Club of Righteousness.
MINI OMAKE!
"I cut off his bloody head!" you say and then dramatically spin around with bayonets at the ready. Dhurga gives you a funny look and you shrug.
"Last time I said that the fecker came back for seconds right at that moment." you explain.
Rosemary just stares at you, the blue screen equivalent now replaced with a black screen and blue smoke coming out of the CPU kind of expression.
That arm thing has 'teeth' on the lower part. It's a goddamn face.
CrossyCross
A+ RIDING
Goddamit Bloodborne. Why do you have to be so horrifying?!
Sovereign Hunt
A Concentric Circle
- Location
- Bereft of Name
Anyone else notice that the Cleric Beast was on fucking fire at the end there?
Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
Yes I did, guess we know what some church hunters turn into.
- Location
- North of England
- Pronouns
- She/They
NitroFumetsu
Blaze of Glory
... That's supposed to be an ARM!? I parsed that as a face from the moment I saw it.
So, is the brain its actual face?
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Depends on where we are when it comes out and how you access the new content. There won't be retcons, but if the player could access the DLC content from where we are and Anderson has an IC reason to care, it might show up.
- Location
- North of England
- Pronouns
- She/They
Good to know. *hugs*
God and the Snake
A Swamp of a Human Being
They've learned to use their one weakness for their own gain.
It also looks like the cane-sword-whip got an major upgrade around 1:11. And that we might actually be able to go part beast.
You can already go part beast with the claw weapon.
TheGreatFluffy
Dapper Avian.
- Location
- Somewhere
The problem with that is that the Beast Claws suck.
Daniel Estacado
ZA WARUDO
Judging by the trailer, the Beast Claws got an upgrade. Or Beasthood got an upgrade. Anyway it showed the Good Hunter in Cainhurst fighting one of those Gargoyles while using the Beast Claws in its transformed state, there is significantly more fur on the Hunter's back and shoulders, also doing a dive/leap attack on the gargoyle.
I might be dumb but it looks like he stunned it by screaming too.
An Inquisition (We're On A Mission)
"Well someone's eager," you say. You start to grin, then remember that this city is a nightmarish shithole besieged by unknowable creatures who are to sanity what England is to national independence. Plus, you are kinda in the process of demolishing her life's work. The mortal coil probably doesn't hold too much appeal for her at the moment.
"But nah," you continue. "Still got some questions . Actually, this might take a while; you want a drink? Snack?" You look around at your companions. "Anyone?"
"I'll take some water," says Djura.
"Had some before you got here, but thanks," says Steffon.
"No thank you," says Iosefka.
"I think I need to step outside and clear my head," says Eileen. "Come get me when you're finished."
"Some water would be nice, actually," says Rosemary.
You nod and make your way over to the Powder Kegs' stockpile, grabbing three tins of water and a potato. Getting carved up by an egotistical high school science project makes a man mighty hungry.
Once you've passed out the beverages and taken a few bites from your tuber of choice, you put on your inquisting face again, although the effect is somewhat spoiled by Djura's slurping.
"Right then, back ta business. Ever heard of a chap by the name o' Gehrman?"
Rosemary finishes a long pull from her chin, puts it down, and scrunches her face in concentration.
"I haven't heard the name, I'm afraid."
"Wheelchair? Cool hat? Slightly creepy? Ringin' any bells?"
She shakes her head. and you frown. Down the checklist you go.
"Alright, then. Tell me more about Willem and Laurence; I've heard o' the latter, but only in his capacity for makin' kickass swords." You pull out the blade for emphasis and spend a few moments trying to get the angle just right to illuminate the etchings.
"Master Willem," she replies, "was...is....the greatest mind Byrgenwerth had ever seen. He, along with his student Laurence, plumbed the secrets of the old blood. They clashed over its use and Laurence left him to found the Healing Church, becoming both its first leader and its greatest craftsman. Soon after its creation, Laurence lost contact with Willem due to a horde of parasitic snakes making Byrgenwerth impossible to reach."
"Parasitic snakes?"
"They infest the body and destroy the brain. I'm told they explode out of the host's neck when threatened. It's quite gruesome."
"I'll take yer word for it."
"The snakes aren't the only issue; the Choir managed to slip two agents into Byrgenwerth, but only one made it back. She said she attempted to make contact with Master Willem, but encountered a spider-like creature that forced her to retreat."
You narrowly stop yourself from making a "web of intrigue" pun.
"I'll take some good boots and RAID when I visit, then. While we're on the subject o' Byrgenwerth, who can I complain to about all these bloody levers everyplace?"
She gets a pained look on her face. "On this, at least, we are of one mind, Father Anderson. The Church has tried to replace the levers, but we have no idea how they work. By all accounts, they don't make sense. If it makes you feel any better, the Church struck the architect's name from their history."
That does, in fact, make you feel better.
"Alright, last question until I think of a better one: would ye happen ta know the names o' the other Mediocre Ones? Ye call 'em Great Ones, but the one outside threw a bitch fit when I kicked its arse." With a frankly unnecessary flourish, you produce the club, which is holding together quite well considering the ugly gouge Arseface left in it. "I'm itchin' ta get me some more toys."
Her mind seems to take a moment to process the idea of someone fashioning an eldritch pseudo-deity into a bludgeoning implement, but manages to return her jaw and eyebrows to their neutral positions in record time.
"The one you killed was one of the Amygdala; there are more hidden throughout the city. You know of Ebrietas. There is also Formless Oedon, for whom this chapel was named. Unfortunately for you, Oedon does not possess an 'arse' to kick. Hence the name."
Well, that's disappointing, but it's also a unique opportunity. You've never kicked a hypothetical arse before.
"And what's his deal?"
"I do not know. If the Choir does, it is not a secret they saw fit to pass on." She takes another long drink and again shifts her position; the floor designs are lovely but certainly not meant for comfortable seating.
"That is all I know of the Great Ones," she says. "If you don't mind my asking a question, what do you intend to do, Father Anderson? Do you think you can kill them all? If you do, what then? What am I helping you accomplish?"
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"But nah," you continue. "Still got some questions . Actually, this might take a while; you want a drink? Snack?" You look around at your companions. "Anyone?"
"I'll take some water," says Djura.
"Had some before you got here, but thanks," says Steffon.
"No thank you," says Iosefka.
"I think I need to step outside and clear my head," says Eileen. "Come get me when you're finished."
"Some water would be nice, actually," says Rosemary.
You nod and make your way over to the Powder Kegs' stockpile, grabbing three tins of water and a potato. Getting carved up by an egotistical high school science project makes a man mighty hungry.
Once you've passed out the beverages and taken a few bites from your tuber of choice, you put on your inquisting face again, although the effect is somewhat spoiled by Djura's slurping.
"Right then, back ta business. Ever heard of a chap by the name o' Gehrman?"
Rosemary finishes a long pull from her chin, puts it down, and scrunches her face in concentration.
"I haven't heard the name, I'm afraid."
"Wheelchair? Cool hat? Slightly creepy? Ringin' any bells?"
She shakes her head. and you frown. Down the checklist you go.
"Alright, then. Tell me more about Willem and Laurence; I've heard o' the latter, but only in his capacity for makin' kickass swords." You pull out the blade for emphasis and spend a few moments trying to get the angle just right to illuminate the etchings.
"Master Willem," she replies, "was...is....the greatest mind Byrgenwerth had ever seen. He, along with his student Laurence, plumbed the secrets of the old blood. They clashed over its use and Laurence left him to found the Healing Church, becoming both its first leader and its greatest craftsman. Soon after its creation, Laurence lost contact with Willem due to a horde of parasitic snakes making Byrgenwerth impossible to reach."
"Parasitic snakes?"
"They infest the body and destroy the brain. I'm told they explode out of the host's neck when threatened. It's quite gruesome."
"I'll take yer word for it."
"The snakes aren't the only issue; the Choir managed to slip two agents into Byrgenwerth, but only one made it back. She said she attempted to make contact with Master Willem, but encountered a spider-like creature that forced her to retreat."
You narrowly stop yourself from making a "web of intrigue" pun.
"I'll take some good boots and RAID when I visit, then. While we're on the subject o' Byrgenwerth, who can I complain to about all these bloody levers everyplace?"
She gets a pained look on her face. "On this, at least, we are of one mind, Father Anderson. The Church has tried to replace the levers, but we have no idea how they work. By all accounts, they don't make sense. If it makes you feel any better, the Church struck the architect's name from their history."
That does, in fact, make you feel better.
"Alright, last question until I think of a better one: would ye happen ta know the names o' the other Mediocre Ones? Ye call 'em Great Ones, but the one outside threw a bitch fit when I kicked its arse." With a frankly unnecessary flourish, you produce the club, which is holding together quite well considering the ugly gouge Arseface left in it. "I'm itchin' ta get me some more toys."
Her mind seems to take a moment to process the idea of someone fashioning an eldritch pseudo-deity into a bludgeoning implement, but manages to return her jaw and eyebrows to their neutral positions in record time.
"The one you killed was one of the Amygdala; there are more hidden throughout the city. You know of Ebrietas. There is also Formless Oedon, for whom this chapel was named. Unfortunately for you, Oedon does not possess an 'arse' to kick. Hence the name."
Well, that's disappointing, but it's also a unique opportunity. You've never kicked a hypothetical arse before.
"And what's his deal?"
"I do not know. If the Choir does, it is not a secret they saw fit to pass on." She takes another long drink and again shifts her position; the floor designs are lovely but certainly not meant for comfortable seating.
"That is all I know of the Great Ones," she says. "If you don't mind my asking a question, what do you intend to do, Father Anderson? Do you think you can kill them all? If you do, what then? What am I helping you accomplish?"
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[X] Yes I think I can kill them. As for why let me tell you what I and my comrades at arms said before we walked into a city even more screwed up than this one.
Me: Who are we!?
Me posse: The necessary evil!
Me: And WHY are we necessary?
Me posse: To purge the world of evil worse than man!
Me: And WHY are we God's chosen few, ordained to undertake this unholy task?
Me posse: Because no one else will!
Does that answer your question?
Me: Who are we!?
Me posse: The necessary evil!
Me: And WHY are we necessary?
Me posse: To purge the world of evil worse than man!
Me: And WHY are we God's chosen few, ordained to undertake this unholy task?
Me posse: Because no one else will!
Does that answer your question?
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AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Someone get a good speech about how great Big G is. With quotes from Boondocks saints.
Lordsservent
Servant of the one true God and SV
- Location
- The centre of the Multiverse
[X] Yes I think I can kill them. As for why let me tell you what I and my comrades and arms said before we walked into a city even more screwed up than this one.
AA: Who are we!?
The necessary evil!
AA: And WHY are we necessary?
To purge the world of evil worse than man!
AA: And WHY are we God's chosen few, ordained to undertake this unholy task?Because no one else will!
Does that answer your question?
For awesome preaching!
AA: Who are we!?
The necessary evil!
AA: And WHY are we necessary?
To purge the world of evil worse than man!
AA: And WHY are we God's chosen few, ordained to undertake this unholy task?Because no one else will!
Does that answer your question?
For awesome preaching!
[X] Why, spreading the Word and Love of Jesus Christ to the many people of the world. Teaching peace and love for all!
-[X] Also, killing the shit out of all manner of heathen beasties.
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reborn214
Deep in thought
- Location
- California
[X] I have got one more question does church have any other branches which partake in blasphemous experiments on mankind or do you know of any other group which does that.
We should probably figure our if there is anyone else aside from the choir and Ebritas who deserves our judgement. Like say Micolash cage
We should probably figure our if there is anyone else aside from the choir and Ebritas who deserves our judgement. Like say Micolash cage
[X] "Do I think I can kill them all? Well lass, I just remembered that while I gave my name we haven't really been properly introduced. So."
-[X] Stand up to your full height and put on the properly intimidating attitude.
--[X] "I am Father Alexander Anderson. Killing Judge Anderson. The Purifier. Saint Guillotine. God's Assassin. I have killed things that would make yer false gods bow down and worship. Yesterday I cut through a city of monsters and capped it off by fighting an immortal shapeshifting bastard who pulled an army ten thousand strong out of his arse just to start things off. Then I came to Yharnam. And so far? I'm not impressed. Those beasts in the street that had your hunters pulling back to the Cathedral? They don't even slow me down. The Mediocre One? I carved it up for parts. The Artificial Hunter who had every one of your people pissing their pants? I put him down like the untrained amateur he was. So no lass. I don't think I can kill your gods. I know I can. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. And once I'm done I'm going to help the survivors of this city as a good Christian should."
-[X] Stand up to your full height and put on the properly intimidating attitude.
--[X] "I am Father Alexander Anderson. Killing Judge Anderson. The Purifier. Saint Guillotine. God's Assassin. I have killed things that would make yer false gods bow down and worship. Yesterday I cut through a city of monsters and capped it off by fighting an immortal shapeshifting bastard who pulled an army ten thousand strong out of his arse just to start things off. Then I came to Yharnam. And so far? I'm not impressed. Those beasts in the street that had your hunters pulling back to the Cathedral? They don't even slow me down. The Mediocre One? I carved it up for parts. The Artificial Hunter who had every one of your people pissing their pants? I put him down like the untrained amateur he was. So no lass. I don't think I can kill your gods. I know I can. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. And once I'm done I'm going to help the survivors of this city as a good Christian should."
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