So when I planned Bellum to be NA vs AGs with Yukari + Anna...
Yep. Called it.
Anna combined her primary particle weapons and with two rapid, blindingly bright shots, both Type Tens and the Antagonists in their surrounding two hundred meters are silenced.
... Excuse me while I scale up my entire worldview. Holy shit.
Thank you, it wasn't easy but we did it. I'd like to say that I did most of the work for frequently adding random topics to get us through that last dark period. Truthfully however we must all thank
@Kaizuki for his omakes which carried the intrest as well as everyone who touched on plot points such as: Anna does not go to the toilet, Anna is shrinking, the eleventh hour Durga/Kail discovery as well as all the others we don't have time to mention.
On that note I think I should come in here for the first time since I got to my University...
Expect Bellum to be indefinitely delayed. I got here on Friday, moved in, had my breakdown, recovered, adjusted, and got used to my room. I won't go into great detail, but I basically moved a ton of stuff around at 11:30 PM and decided to call this room home. The days since have been incredibly hectic -- orientations upon speeches upon glamour and attempts at indoctrination -- but my room has been a safe haven and a huge, huge comfort, and I was expecting to have a lot more free time from next week forward with the start of classes.
Then yesterday, I had just got back from both finding the update posted and reading it, then taking the Japanese placement test -- I did well, I think -- when I was ambushed by administration.
I'm getting kicked out of my room.
TL;DR the housing department carried out the most mindblowing systematic incompetence I have ever, ever seen or heard of. It's... Like, I don't even. On a scale of one to ten, it's a fifteen. They had three months and ten plus different chances to do anything whatsoever right, and they completely failed every single time. It's not like this is some backwater either, this is a big-name place and these people just literally couldn't do anything even
slightly right. If at
any point in those three months they had done
anything correctly, I would either be in this room or in a carbon copy of it. Instead I'm getting relocated to a (relative) shithole.
There's zilch I can do about it. I've looked at the contract and talked to everyone with any authority and we've tried a couple things, nothing.
There's already people in the room im being moved to, I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do because we got stuff based on this room that we were told a month and a half ago that I would be in. I don't have any time to communicate with the people in the room I don't know what I'll be able to put in there or what. I've spent the last 5 days getting used to my room and this news has just hit me like a type zero.
I'll be okay eventually. Analyze, Adapt, Overcome. Nothing Gets In The Way. But it's going to be... really godawful. Really, truly godawful.
I had a vote... then I realized we had totally suppressed everything from last night. So, it doesn't matter. Um. Because we don't actually remember Sandra telling us about the historical impact of our simulated actions.
Um. Yeah. Okay. That's... that, I guess. Yeah.
Oh. Uh,
@Avalanche, that was a spectacular chapter and I'm really happy about it. I'm glad you edited it until it was ready because this was epic. So, yeah. Greatly approve. Worth the time.