This when Homura outright said that it was her love for Madoka that allowed her to surpass a Witch?
Go home, Urobutcher, you're drunk.
Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
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Go home, Urobutcher, you're drunk.
i know ship is magic but can we loot a coffee mug or something?
Angrygenius
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What ship? The Battleship? Or friendship? I prefer a nice cruise ship myself. Preferebly when it's shipped in a neat little shipping container by tanker ships.
And why a coffee mug? Why not a beer mug? Or a mugging? In fact, aren't we mugging Iowa right now? Ooooh! Maybe they have some mugs!
(Yes, I am incredibly, incredibly bored)
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Your head swims as you fade in and out of darkness. You retch miserably, bringing up nothing but bile as you struggle to recall-
You almost black out again, but a small hand stops you from tipping over. Weakly, you struggle to a kneeling position, meeting the horrified eyes of a girl who'd been passing by.
The girl has pink hair and eyes, and a soft, round face now scrunched into a worried look. She's wearing the uniform of a local school here: a cream coloured blouse trimmed out in black and red, with a bright red bow and black and white striped skirt. Near full leg stockings, or are those socks? Her name, even if you've never spoken to her before, is Kaname Madoka.
At Madoka's side is her blue haired, blue eyed friend: Miki Sayaka. She's dressed in the same uniform as Madoka, and flinching back from you a little: a little more cautious and a little more suspicious of you.
And...
And. And over her shoulder, you can see--
A sky in all the colors but for its rightful hues, a tapestry of reds and greys and blacks, a dead sky, a dying sky, a rictis of mal-life painted on a canvas that should be blue, across a skyline that shouldn't be intact.
It is the sky of Kriemhild Gretchen. Her shadow looms within it, shrieking in your ears of the end of all things whenever your eyes taste of it.
As your arm rises without your command, pointing shakingly at Salvation Herself, and Sayaka and Madoka turn questioningly -- as you recognize that they see nothing wrong at all, and Sayaka tells you in her questioning tone that it's "just the sky", a timer blinks into the corner of your awareness.
72:00:00:00, it reads.
And then it starts counting down.
PUELLA
MAGI
ADFLIGO
SPEEDRUN
Note: not actually writing anything. Sorry! Always wanted to type up this silly intro, that's all.
You almost black out again, but a small hand stops you from tipping over. Weakly, you struggle to a kneeling position, meeting the horrified eyes of a girl who'd been passing by.
The girl has pink hair and eyes, and a soft, round face now scrunched into a worried look. She's wearing the uniform of a local school here: a cream coloured blouse trimmed out in black and red, with a bright red bow and black and white striped skirt. Near full leg stockings, or are those socks? Her name, even if you've never spoken to her before, is Kaname Madoka.
At Madoka's side is her blue haired, blue eyed friend: Miki Sayaka. She's dressed in the same uniform as Madoka, and flinching back from you a little: a little more cautious and a little more suspicious of you.
And...
And. And over her shoulder, you can see--
A sky in all the colors but for its rightful hues, a tapestry of reds and greys and blacks, a dead sky, a dying sky, a rictis of mal-life painted on a canvas that should be blue, across a skyline that shouldn't be intact.
It is the sky of Kriemhild Gretchen. Her shadow looms within it, shrieking in your ears of the end of all things whenever your eyes taste of it.
As your arm rises without your command, pointing shakingly at Salvation Herself, and Sayaka and Madoka turn questioningly -- as you recognize that they see nothing wrong at all, and Sayaka tells you in her questioning tone that it's "just the sky", a timer blinks into the corner of your awareness.
72:00:00:00, it reads.
And then it starts counting down.
PUELLA
MAGI
ADFLIGO
SPEEDRUN
Note: not actually writing anything. Sorry! Always wanted to type up this silly intro, that's all.
But how does one speedrun social and science? Those are two things you can't really afford to rush at all.
Angrygenius
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The speedrun bit isn't how long we have to win, it's how long between updates Firn has to post
SRLYWHYTHO
Tzeentchian Pragmatist, Deutaragonist of my Story
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Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
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- Russia
Unless the last number is milliseconds, 72 days is more than we have, actually.
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- Illinois
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
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Speedruns always clock milliseconds
Okay.
1. Wish to Control Grief, pronto. One of the most useful starting kits, tbh.
2. Create a hammer, drain your Grief. Start running towards Homu, no time to explain. Delegate one cluster of your brain cells to multiplying your grief and another to enchanting it. ( How? Look it up in the Golden Walkthrough. )
3. Say hi to Homu, important, dodge to the left! If you managed to reach her in two minutes, a completely new dialogue tree unlocks. If not, restart.
4. Select, consequently: "Madoka. Witch. Metaknowledge. Peanut Butter. SCIENCE!" Don't give her time to ask the questions, if you did everything right, you can see her eye twitching and then she sort of half-nods. ( How to read Homura's facial expressions? Here's a guide. )
5. Since we are doing a challenge run, timestop is cheating. Don't worry, we're still gonna cheat... outrageously.
6. Create a Barrier. Yes that's what we need Enchanted Grief for. We don't have enough for a full Barrier, which is rather the point. As long as you have more than 25 quintillions angstrem of Grief, you are set.
6a. Don't space out! Continuously hit yourself in the face. If one hand gets tired, use another, just don't let up.
7. By now, two things should happen: Sayaka and Madoka start catching up, and the reality starts figuring out there's not enough Grief to fuck it up, so it fights back. Violently.
8. From the moment you start feeling resistance, wait for exactly 32.37 seconds. Answer questions however, just never say "I swear I'm not a Witch!" Homura reacts poorly to that.
9. Time's up! Release the Grief. Reality glitches out, there's a tear where your Barrier used to be. Jump!
10. Congratulations, space cadet, you are now in Puella Magi Adfligo Rebellionis! Good fucking luck.
Minimalist run: 00:05:42:54.
Angrygenius
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Not gonna lie you had me in the first half.
Speedrun glitch abuse so hard we end up in the Pinball Spinoff Game!
AionVal
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- Beyond The Veil
Not gonna lie: this interests me. A lot. If anyone ever decides to make a high octane version of pmas I'll eat that up right quick.
🙄
Like, I know the link is fake, but I swear to Madokami I can hear the rick-roll coming out if I hover the mouse over it.
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
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- Russia
As a single player game, Adfligo Systema would have been really fucking complicated.
Mostly because there's no QM to highlight stuff, no other users to shitpost your ideas off, no real indication whether you are winning or losing at any given moment...
Oh, and it also requires extensive knowledge of adolescent psychology, multitasking, incredible reaction time, not insignificant understanding of high energy and quantum physics, multidimensional geometry, and time management.
Sabrina, MD, PhD, PhD, DSc, MG. But for you, Captain Braindamage.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
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Sabrina also just works better thematically as a group effort.
AionVal
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- Beyond The Veil
You just made me imagine the Puella Magi Adfligo Systema game as the bastard lovechild of Dead Rising, Majora's Mask, every From Software game, and the Urobutcher.
And now I want it even more!!
This made me think: What do we call the measure of a quantity of controlled Grief? I've been thinking it'd be called VIS [Volume, Inert Solid].
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
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- She/Her
I think our most consistent unit has been marbles.
To replace the ones we never got when we were born, right?
- Location
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There was a push at some point to define one cubic centimetre of grief as a "fuck" and then use it as a unit from that point on - so we'd have 30 million fucks of grief in storage and in draining a girl we could say she gave 30 or 40 fucks.
Don't think it worked out though.
Don't think it worked out though.
Angrygenius
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I assume you meant Angstrom, which is actually a unit of length for the microscopic bordering atomic scale. This provides a problem in determining volume, since the two don't relate.
Let's assume for a second, though, that it's defined as the amount of grief needed to stretch a distance of 25 quintillion Angstroms. An angstrom is 10 to the negative 10th power, and a quintillion is 10 to the 18th power, so about 25 times 10 to the 8th power meters. Assuming the definition is for pure length, I'll assume the height and width of the rectangular prism made is the planck length (any smaller and the grief would no longer exist, having phased through reality or some shit), which is 1.61625518 times 10 to the negative 35th power.
Multiplying for volume gives us 4.04 times 10 to the negative 26th power cubic meters. That's... small. As in, i think a single unit of our nanogrief particles may be bigger than that amount of grief.
No i'm not doing this to ignore homework stop spying
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Invert it. A girl with a *full* gem has no fucks to give; by taking a fucksworth of Grief from that girl, we grant her the ability to give one (1) fuck. It's like how an incoming flow of electrons is considered a negative charge.