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7/21/2025, 7:37:47 PM
Building up Phainon and farming for trace materials is so god damn tedious, it's even more annoying that some the matts just aren't in calyxs and you have farm trash mobs in the overworld
7/17/2025, 2:04:26 AM
>Can't even be fucked to type the black tier asses meme so he screenshots his own post
6/28/2025, 9:33:26 PM
In Redman’s Odyssey: Lagos Tide Wars, you play as Redman, the mad prophet of absurdity, as he navigates the chaotic waters of post-Trojan War Nigeria. Ten years have passed since the fall of Troy, and the pantheon of meme gods is divided—some fueling your engine with premium diesel, others sabotaging your hull with bureaucratic sea monsters. Every port you reach is a new meme arc, filled with choices that test your sanity, Windex reserves, and ability to out-bullshit reality itself.
From outrunning the Nigerian Navy in a boat made of Fate Blu-rays to negotiating with Poseidon (now a Lagos fuel merchant), each encounter branches into glorious nonsense. Will you recruit Gilgamesh as your first mate (risking ego-induced capsizing), or trust a crew of Tsukihime fans to interpret star charts? Will you appease the customs gods with bribes, or unleash Unlimited Boat Works and face divine copyright strikes?
Meanwhile, back in Café Stella, your long-lost barista Penelope serves espresso to amnesiac heroes, while your son Telemachus—now a Muv-Luv mech pilot—searches for you across glitched timelines. Switch perspectives to guide his *3D-animated* journey through Redman’s fractured universe.
With MS Paint-grade art, Amakano BGM remixed with boat engine samples, and dialogue ripped from visual novel wiki edits, Lagos Tide Wars reimagines Homer’s epic as a player-driven shitpost—where every choice spawns a new copypasta, and the sea is literally just Redman’s bathtub. The prophecy is clear: sail or be shitposted.
From outrunning the Nigerian Navy in a boat made of Fate Blu-rays to negotiating with Poseidon (now a Lagos fuel merchant), each encounter branches into glorious nonsense. Will you recruit Gilgamesh as your first mate (risking ego-induced capsizing), or trust a crew of Tsukihime fans to interpret star charts? Will you appease the customs gods with bribes, or unleash Unlimited Boat Works and face divine copyright strikes?
Meanwhile, back in Café Stella, your long-lost barista Penelope serves espresso to amnesiac heroes, while your son Telemachus—now a Muv-Luv mech pilot—searches for you across glitched timelines. Switch perspectives to guide his *3D-animated* journey through Redman’s fractured universe.
With MS Paint-grade art, Amakano BGM remixed with boat engine samples, and dialogue ripped from visual novel wiki edits, Lagos Tide Wars reimagines Homer’s epic as a player-driven shitpost—where every choice spawns a new copypasta, and the sea is literally just Redman’s bathtub. The prophecy is clear: sail or be shitposted.
6/25/2025, 4:59:46 AM
It all started with deep green gofers chewing on Shirou Emiya's ass
Saber put the pen to paper but she couldn't bring herself to actually write anything on this topic about her master. She just stared at the blank card and wondered what words she could write that would help in even a small way. She thought of an unlimited thought of work ways to begin but none seemed to do justice to the situation. There were no words that could help and she knew it.
There wasn't a bird in the sky, but that was not what caught her attention. It was the clouds, A FUCKING CLOUD. The that isn't the color of clouds, but came with these. She knew what was coming and she hoped she was prepared.
She sat down with her notebook in her hand, her mind wandering to faraway places. She paused and considered all that had happened. It hadn't gone as expected. When the day began she thought it was going to be a bad one, but as she sat recalling the day's events to write them down, she had to admit, it had been a rather marvelous day.
He collected the plastic trash with his sword dick on a daily basis. It never seemed to end. Even if he cleaned the entire beach, more plastic would cover it the next day after the tide had come in. Although it was a futile effort that would never be done, he continued to pick up the trash each day.
Saber put the pen to paper but she couldn't bring herself to actually write anything on this topic about her master. She just stared at the blank card and wondered what words she could write that would help in even a small way. She thought of an unlimited thought of work ways to begin but none seemed to do justice to the situation. There were no words that could help and she knew it.
There wasn't a bird in the sky, but that was not what caught her attention. It was the clouds, A FUCKING CLOUD. The that isn't the color of clouds, but came with these. She knew what was coming and she hoped she was prepared.
She sat down with her notebook in her hand, her mind wandering to faraway places. She paused and considered all that had happened. It hadn't gone as expected. When the day began she thought it was going to be a bad one, but as she sat recalling the day's events to write them down, she had to admit, it had been a rather marvelous day.
He collected the plastic trash with his sword dick on a daily basis. It never seemed to end. Even if he cleaned the entire beach, more plastic would cover it the next day after the tide had come in. Although it was a futile effort that would never be done, he continued to pick up the trash each day.
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