Absolute-Despair
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Short lolProjectMoon Megathread - Lobotomy Corporation, Library of Ruina, Limbus Company, etc.
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Started strong and seems like no one is going to die for shock value any time soon. So far only the Index didn't appear (except in a flashback), crazy that the Middle is straight up Bleach Kenpachi in a nice(er) coat. Kinda like having only 4 sinners to play with, makes fight less crazy.
Not a fun of having distortions use as filler battles, especially as they are still Win Rate to win.
Not a fun of having distortions use as filler battles, especially as they are still Win Rate to win.
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Looks like It's now a tradition for pm to drop sinner art when it's their birthday
I noticed theres 4 art styles i wonder which artist the chibi style belongs to
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I like Kira, it's nice we're getting a member of the Middle that doesn't just punch people and Ryoshu having a shounen fag as a cousin(?) feels extremely fitting for some reason. Although it sucks to be the group that's in Matthias' path, but who knows maybe he'll spare them for being Ryoshu's friends.
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Gonna disagree.
I don’t like goofy comedic character introduced at the end. It screams twitch homosexuality to me.
I don’t like goofy comedic character introduced at the end. It screams twitch homosexuality to me.
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Hit my first wall with a dude in chains beating me up over coupons. Story goes from serious depression to this and I kind of love it.
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Ah, you finally met ricardo. He's a total noob filter, so you have to just struggle out or just cheese it with nclair and a good ishmael ID. As much as I love the bastard, he's not a good designed boss
Absolute-Despair
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Lobotomy Corparation 2 is looking more and more likely by the minute.
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I'm still surprised Alyssa and Marton aren't dead yet, even with their EGO gear having built in suicide options.
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How dare a Project Moon game make you read a boss's mechanics instead of pressing win rate. The Blasphemy
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yea yea, "boss mechanics" or whatever
Send over the next encounter ji hoon, I'm ready.
Dr. Charles Forbin
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Just finished 9-18, it was, eh, fine. I actually really liked being limited to 4 units and the guy's gimmick of having to target each skill to stop him from gaining poise was fun even if it's not very original. Thought this entire segment was far too easy. I kept expecting to have to change up my team composition to work around having 4 units but I ended up not touching them once
My biggest complaint is that 9-18 was far too short. It's another one of those dumbass "look at how much health they have but oh nonono god forbid we ask you to deplete it more than 25%." I get that they want the characters to be reused later, but come on, in Ruina they had opponents retreat after losing all of entire health and come back several times (that faggot Phillip is still kicking about)
I feel like I got cucked out of a phase 2 with the girl, too. She gets a cutscene and everything only for the fight to abruptly end, it was pretty disappointing
Overall my SNCA opinion of it so far is that the story setup is great but the fights range from mediocre to filler coal. I did not enjoy having to do 3 abno fights in a row when I fight them in the MD every week. I do expect that the later parts will have more engaging fights with the apprentices and fathers, and I pray I get to them before the trannies sneed enough and they get nerfed to the ground
My biggest complaint is that 9-18 was far too short. It's another one of those dumbass "look at how much health they have but oh nonono god forbid we ask you to deplete it more than 25%." I get that they want the characters to be reused later, but come on, in Ruina they had opponents retreat after losing all of entire health and come back several times (that faggot Phillip is still kicking about)
I feel like I got cucked out of a phase 2 with the girl, too. She gets a cutscene and everything only for the fight to abruptly end, it was pretty disappointing
Overall my SNCA opinion of it so far is that the story setup is great but the fights range from mediocre to filler coal. I did not enjoy having to do 3 abno fights in a row when I fight them in the MD every week. I do expect that the later parts will have more engaging fights with the apprentices and fathers, and I pray I get to them before the trannies sneed enough and they get nerfed to the ground
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Dropping by to share another short story by Akutagawa that revolves around spiders and motherhood, translated by someone on reddit. May be referenced.
Bathed in the rays of the generous summer sun, the spider hid in the depths of a red rose and thought about something. Suddenly, a bee buzzed down on the flower. The spider instantly glared at her. The quiet afternoon air was still filled with a fading hum.
The spider silently crawled up. A bee, sprinkled with flower pollen, plunged its proboscis into the nectar accumulated at the base of the pistil.
Several seconds of agonizing silence passed. A spider slowly crawled onto the petal of a red rose behind a bee intoxicated with nectar. And then she rushed at her. Frantically beating its wings, the bee made desperate attempts to sting the enemy. The pollen covering her wings danced in the rays of the bright sun. But the spider did not unclench her jaws.
The battle was short.
The wings immediately stopped obeying the bee. Then she lost her paws. The last one convulsively jerked up a long proboscis several times. That was the end of the tragedy. The end of a terrible tragedy, to match the death of a man. A second later, the bee, with its proboscis outstretched, was lying in the depths of a red rose. Her wings and paws were sprinkled with fragrant pollen…
The spider, without moving, silently sucked the bee's blood.
The shameless rays of the sun, breaking the silence that had returned to the rose, illuminated the victoriously self-satisfied spider that had killed the bee. Her belly was like grey satin, her eyes were like black beads, and her legs were dry and misshapen with leprosy, as if she were infected with leprosy. A spider, the embodiment of evil, sat bloodthirstily on a dead bee.
The same extremely violent drama was repeated many times afterwards. And the red rose, unaware of anything, poured a stupefying fragrance day after day in the sultry heat…
And then one afternoon, as if remembering something, the spider ran between the leaves and flowers of a rose bush and reached the end of a thin twig. There, emitting a sweet smell, a bud withered, the petals of which were twisted by the heat. The spider began to move nimbly between him and the twig. And soon countless glittering threads plugged the half-withered bud and wrapped around the tip of the twig.
After a while, in the summer sun, a cocoon of white shone painfully in the eyes, like a cocoon made of silk.
After weaving a cocoon, the spider laid countless eggs at the bottom of this fragile pouch. She plugged the opening of the eye bag with thick threads and, sitting on this litter, stretched a thin canopy, building another dome. The canopy shielded the cruel gray spider from the blue afternoon sky. And the spider, who had laid her eggs, spread her emaciated body in her snow-white chambers, forgetting about the rose, the sun, and the buzzing of the bee, lay motionless, lost in thought.
It's been a few weeks.
In the cocoon woven by the spider, new lives began to awaken, dormant in countless eggs. The first to notice this was the decrepit mother spider, who was lying in her snow-white chambers, not even allowing herself to eat. The spider, sensing the birth of a new life under the litter, crawled up with difficulty and gnawed through the cocoon in which the mother and children were hiding. Countless spiderlings crammed the snow-white rooms. Or, better to say, the litter itself moved, turning into an innumerable multitude of grains.
The spiders immediately crawled through the dome window and scattered along the branches of the rose, bathed in the sun and blown by the wind. Some of them were jostling on scalding hot leaves. Others, like their parents before, dived into flowers full of nectar. Still others, threads so thin that they could not even be distinguished by the eye began to weave between the branches of the rose, tracing the length and breadth of the blue sky. If the rose had not been mute, then on this clear summer day she would undoubtedly have wept bitterly, wailed in a thin voice, and it would have seemed that a tiny violin hanging from her branches was singing from the wind.
Meanwhile, a mother spider, thin as a shadow, sat alone at the window in the dome, showing no desire to even move her paws. The silence of the snow—white chambers, the smell of a withered rosebud - under the thin canopy where the maternity ward and the grave joined together, the spider, having given birth to countless spiders, accepted death with the consciousness of boundless joy of the mother, who fulfilled her heavenly destiny. A woman who lived in the height of summer and embodied evil, who killed a bee, died.
The spider silently crawled up. A bee, sprinkled with flower pollen, plunged its proboscis into the nectar accumulated at the base of the pistil.
Several seconds of agonizing silence passed. A spider slowly crawled onto the petal of a red rose behind a bee intoxicated with nectar. And then she rushed at her. Frantically beating its wings, the bee made desperate attempts to sting the enemy. The pollen covering her wings danced in the rays of the bright sun. But the spider did not unclench her jaws.
The battle was short.
The wings immediately stopped obeying the bee. Then she lost her paws. The last one convulsively jerked up a long proboscis several times. That was the end of the tragedy. The end of a terrible tragedy, to match the death of a man. A second later, the bee, with its proboscis outstretched, was lying in the depths of a red rose. Her wings and paws were sprinkled with fragrant pollen…
The spider, without moving, silently sucked the bee's blood.
The shameless rays of the sun, breaking the silence that had returned to the rose, illuminated the victoriously self-satisfied spider that had killed the bee. Her belly was like grey satin, her eyes were like black beads, and her legs were dry and misshapen with leprosy, as if she were infected with leprosy. A spider, the embodiment of evil, sat bloodthirstily on a dead bee.
The same extremely violent drama was repeated many times afterwards. And the red rose, unaware of anything, poured a stupefying fragrance day after day in the sultry heat…
And then one afternoon, as if remembering something, the spider ran between the leaves and flowers of a rose bush and reached the end of a thin twig. There, emitting a sweet smell, a bud withered, the petals of which were twisted by the heat. The spider began to move nimbly between him and the twig. And soon countless glittering threads plugged the half-withered bud and wrapped around the tip of the twig.
After a while, in the summer sun, a cocoon of white shone painfully in the eyes, like a cocoon made of silk.
After weaving a cocoon, the spider laid countless eggs at the bottom of this fragile pouch. She plugged the opening of the eye bag with thick threads and, sitting on this litter, stretched a thin canopy, building another dome. The canopy shielded the cruel gray spider from the blue afternoon sky. And the spider, who had laid her eggs, spread her emaciated body in her snow-white chambers, forgetting about the rose, the sun, and the buzzing of the bee, lay motionless, lost in thought.
It's been a few weeks.
In the cocoon woven by the spider, new lives began to awaken, dormant in countless eggs. The first to notice this was the decrepit mother spider, who was lying in her snow-white chambers, not even allowing herself to eat. The spider, sensing the birth of a new life under the litter, crawled up with difficulty and gnawed through the cocoon in which the mother and children were hiding. Countless spiderlings crammed the snow-white rooms. Or, better to say, the litter itself moved, turning into an innumerable multitude of grains.
The spiders immediately crawled through the dome window and scattered along the branches of the rose, bathed in the sun and blown by the wind. Some of them were jostling on scalding hot leaves. Others, like their parents before, dived into flowers full of nectar. Still others, threads so thin that they could not even be distinguished by the eye began to weave between the branches of the rose, tracing the length and breadth of the blue sky. If the rose had not been mute, then on this clear summer day she would undoubtedly have wept bitterly, wailed in a thin voice, and it would have seemed that a tiny violin hanging from her branches was singing from the wind.
Meanwhile, a mother spider, thin as a shadow, sat alone at the window in the dome, showing no desire to even move her paws. The silence of the snow—white chambers, the smell of a withered rosebud - under the thin canopy where the maternity ward and the grave joined together, the spider, having given birth to countless spiders, accepted death with the consciousness of boundless joy of the mother, who fulfilled her heavenly destiny. A woman who lived in the height of summer and embodied evil, who killed a bee, died.
ZealotCrustacean101
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I like part 1, maybe I wasn't so critical of it since I actually wanted to see if it lived up to the hype and it did.
I'm just going to say the weaker aspect of this part is that it was too short, these cantos do get released in parts so it can't be helped.
The only thing that I don't want is more set up bullshit so we have to keep some loose ends because fuck that. I'm getting fatigued from so many loose ends that take 6 months to be tied up or get vaguely mentioned.
I'm just going to say the weaker aspect of this part is that it was too short, these cantos do get released in parts so it can't be helped.
The only thing that I don't want is more set up bullshit so we have to keep some loose ends because fuck that. I'm getting fatigued from so many loose ends that take 6 months to be tied up or get vaguely mentioned.
Banana Bread
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Part 1 was really good but yeah, very easy in terms of gameplay
I don't have much to say about it as it's just the setup introductory part, I assume the battles here were mild because they're gonna go all in with the bosses in the next 2 parts, especially the third.
Kira is annoying, Matthias is cool, 9-18 was lackluster
I'm also really looking forward to see what ID we get next
I don't have much to say about it as it's just the setup introductory part, I assume the battles here were mild because they're gonna go all in with the bosses in the next 2 parts, especially the third.
Kira is annoying, Matthias is cool, 9-18 was lackluster
I'm also really looking forward to see what ID we get next
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I liked part 1. I liked kira. Hardest fight was the queens Apple due to oldfag status taking over and focusing on an arm. My most major gripe is the ring girls iron maiden armor doesnt fit the art style to me something feels wrong about it probably the line work is too thick maybe
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She must be a last minute addition.
I know this because they clearly haven't finished shading her.
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I do hope it gets fixed in a patch since first impressions last. and from datamining and well the log she already has a unarmored sprite so they probably cheaped out on the final steps of art because they wont be using the sprite anymore ig
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Speaking of which, almost certainly won't happen, but will still throw the theory that the thing inside the sword is Ryoshu's child.