Overboard

Argentina scored a goooooooal

The Brayanbol is for brown people

what if I rebooted villain academia again? I lost the system

>>6791 →
Ayy poor thing, OP. Yeah, yeah. You'll be better. Heal, heal, frog's tail. If it doesn't heal today, it'll heal tomorrow.
I imagine it's already passed, I had a headache the other day and in the end I saved myself from a cold kek, are you okay? They say time heals all.

>>6792 →
>>6885 →
I'm not well.
I had to go to the doctor and I found out it's actually a respiratory infection and not the flu, I've been on pills since Wednesday, but at least I didn't die, kek, still, my head is half fried and I can't concentrate on anything

>>6708 →
>Gwendoline
Hinata is alive, and in Mount Fuji. Gwen sighs, it's unclear whether it's from longing or disappointment. Almost immediately she starts drifting spectrally around the area. The trucks appear, and the villains parade inside of them, but the ghost doesn't even notice them. Her gaze seems incapable of staying still, until it lands on Alpyr and the fish woman.

"Ugh!" She complains audibly at the same time as she pinches her nose. "What is that smell...? It's like a port! Wait, I think I know where it's coming from... Let me get to the wind side."

It's obvious to anyone that she's being intentionally and sneakily rude. To make it even clearer that she's paying the price for Svetlana, she crosses her arms and puffs out her cheeks, and looks at her group as if they owed her money. Soon Gwen explodes.

"And that's it? Is that all? After everything I suffered for you, do you have no praises for me?!" She turns her face and clenches her teeth. "Not even a question...? Like, 'How are you?' or 'How did you manage to handle that powerful villain on your own'?" "Because of attitudes like that, I feel like telling everyone that they should die!"

>>6708 →

>...
>..
>.
>..
>...

"Behave like someone of our position"

-"You're so boring...but I get it"

>He said giving a thumbs up, before Svet separated them, she obviously took the chance to give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

-"Good luckkkkk"

>Moving his arm to say goodbye before going with the other group, she's not that stupid to not understand the situation and the duty that the great ones have to follow.
>They'll have better time to spend time together.

"¡Ohhh, let's eat!. I'm starving"

-"Let the new one invite"

>Says pointing at >>4064 →

-"By the way, what class are you in?" no idea if it's already been said that the future super pervert is already in class A kek
>She got into the car near Vero and Asuna

>>6708 →

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyTDjr5gpE0▾
Or whatever, the truth is that the succubus sighed as people came and went trying to keep them.

She obviously refused any doctor's touch, as by that point she was just tired

Walking to be with Amelia, since the others she vaguely knew were busy with their own things and she couldn't be bothered.

-Amelia-

"I don't know if I should sleep or go eat something"

-Hanan-

"I could eat something, but I also feel like if I touch a bed I'll fall asleep until next week"

She followed Amelia to the car, quickly sitting in the corner and letting Amelia sit next to her to avoid any contact with the others who were there too.

>>6867 →

-Alpyr-

"Let the new girl pay"

-Hanan-

"Me what?"

-Alpyr-

"By the way, what class are you in?"

-Hanan-

"Uhhh... I think I was going to be... I think they were going to put me in one of the main classes... uhhh... but I don't know if it was A or B..."

The tiredness wasn't letting the information get to her head, obviously they would have told her at some point which class she was going to go to when the internships ended since she had to end up somewhere.

But after thinking for a while she looked at Amelia, taking out her phone and seeing that it was a bit wet.

"Shit"

She shook it a bit and turned it on, luckily it didn't look damaged, she finally got Amelia's attention and asked

"Should we take a picture so the others know we're alive?"

Is it still useful to report?

>>6938 →
For now there is no role to back the reports. But when I find an idea and restore the system, the Hex will remain the main currency. I felt like a crypto seller saying this
What do you think of a BNH with a skill tree?
I've wanted to do a time travel roleplay with a deep plot for a long time, I had it planned for when my main roleplay ended. But I've had ideas about a more "commercial" one, with powers and an invisible connection to tarot. Should I develop it?

pic to get attention

>>6939 →
>What do you think of a BNH with a skill tree?
Do you know Dispatch? The game's gameplay seems very easy to adapt to a Hexcraft-style role. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cZNTai1NR8▾
You would have to create missions where depending on how high your stats are, you have more or less chances of completing them. For example, a mission that requires +8 strength and another that asks for +8 resistance. If you don't reach those points, you can take it with another player and combine your stats, that way you promote doing missions in groups. You could also include a mechanic where if you double the stats the mission requires, you gain more experience.

Speaking of experience, instead of Hexcraft's big map, I'd say it would be better to make a simple one like pic's. You choose your base power on your character sheet and as you buy things in the skill tree, you can either increase your stats or gain greater mastery in your powers to achieve more things. For example, the power of the pickaxe is pyromancy, when you reach the third branch you gain the ability to buy the power to propel yourself with your fire to fly, while in the fourth branch you have the ability to cause large explosions or absorb heat from a target.

Another thing about the skill tree would be that once you decide to go down a branch, you can't go back unless you spend the necessary points to do so. For example, I buy +2 strength and flight, if I want to go back and buy the +2 resistance below, I would have to spend that amount again to get back to that point on the map. That way you avoid a player accumulating exp too quickly.

>>6896 →
>Rejected.
Besides being a faggot, you're demanding.
I'm going to create the most cucked character sheet for you, and you're going to masturbate reading it, you piece of shit nigger.

>>6874 →
>>6910 →
>Name
Cuckyn Mcucker
>Age
21
>Sex
Male
>History
https://youtu.be/sySlY1XKlhM▾This is how my day has been... I was almost suspended from university, I think besides being a cuck I'm also gay, I lost the girl of my dreams, and I got beaten up pretty badly. Still, things could be a lot worse. Oh wait, I'm falling to my death, so no. How did I get here, you'll ask.

My end begins a few days ago, my starting point....

....

My name is Cuckyn, Cuckyn Mcucker.

I'm 24 years old and in my fourth year of Microfusion Engineering at university. I wasn't one of those students who stand out in the hallways or in campus conversations like the GigaChads or Brads, with their Mega Stacys like in the 90s movies. Rather, I was one of those genetic trash losers, but not so much that I was remarkable, like those who smell of semen, because yes, masturbation has a smell. Academically, I wasn't a disaster, but I wasn't brilliant either. I understood the principles of my major, I could solve complex equations and survive long thermal simulation labs, but I struggled with human noise: groups, others' laughter, the ease with which others seemed to exist without thinking too much. My refuge was the nights, the cramped university dorm room, and the blue light of the screen burning my corneas, while I, comfortable in my chair, watched delicious Pornito, on a page with excellent exciting content, which I will mention for your delight later.

That's how I was. Or at least that's how I remember myself.

It was in that environment that I saw her, Sophia, a girl from my same faculty, with a kind presence, always surrounded by a calm that seemed natural, as if she didn't have to try to fit in anywhere because she already belonged everywhere. I never managed to feel entirely comfortable with myself when I was near her. I started noticing her in small fragments: a laugh in the back of the classroom, a hand raised to ask something in class, the way she organized her notes without apparent stress. Over time, those fragments stopped being neutral and started taking up space in my nights, in my silent routine, in that kind of private thoughts that I won't tell you because I'm embarrassed!

When I wasn't around, my mind insisted on returning again and again to the idea of what I never dared to say out loud. That thought ended up becoming an obsessive habit of my nightly imagination, where I tried to resolve in private what in reality I didn't have the courage to face. Every day in class I promised myself the same thing: approach her, talk to her, confess. And every day I found an excuse not to do it.
At the same time, there was Asher... Asher Everett was one of those guys who never needed to introduce themselves twice: they just walked in and the atmosphere seemed to adjust around them. He had a light presence, as if the world responded easily to him, as if everything around him simply fell into place without effort. The kind of guy who, without making much noise, still ends up occupying space in everyone's mind on campus. And me... I hated people like that, just because they have pretty faces, their lives are already sorted out.

His way of moving was calm, confident without being arrogant, and there was something about him (his relaxed posture, the softness of his features, the way people naturally turned toward him) that made him impossible to ignore. That damn son of a bitch had everything I'd always wanted. I don't know how to explain it without sounding ridiculous, but he seemed to exist with less effort.

In class, people talked to him as if he were already part of the center of everything, as if social gravity tilted slightly in his favor without him doing absolutely anything. Why? That shit drove me insane. And then... I'd have to lock myself in my room, jerk off for hours staring at a picture of him, trying to release that frustration.... damn... damn faggot, feminine bastard! I was going to kill him, I was going to make him pay, and I had sworn it!! He didn't even seek attention, yet he still got it!! And me.... I didn't even get the crumbs. It was like watching someone spit out food in front of starving Africans just because they didn't like the taste.

He had short hair, always slightly messy in a way that looked intentional without trying. A delicate face, soft and expressive features, a barely defined jawline, light eyes. And meanwhile, me.... I could only compare myself. His build was slim, but firm, and... well-trained legs, almost like a cyclist's, strong thighs and an ass—N-no! No, nothing, I didn't say anything... whatever. There was something about him that made him especially noticeable to girls, without seeming to try at all. Meanwhile me.... I'm ugly, big lips, acne, chubby cheeks, and on top of that, I'm going bald. Life was unfair to the righteous. I'm a good guy and no one's ever shown the slightest interest in me.
But aside from that... he was hard to define. Not exactly a rival in the classic sense, but beyond the physical or social, Asher was a constant presence that forced me to be aware of all my own insecurities. As if everything I wasn't, he embodied, without even trying, everything that I struggled to achieve. And that bothered me more than I like to admit. It was unfair... but I didn't entirely hate him. Though I couldn't stop comparing myself either.

And that's what bothered me the most... not because he did anything, but because he didn't. I hate to admit it, but I watched him more than I should have. And in that observation, there was an uncomfortable mix of size comparison... E-in every sense! And a persistent feeling of inferiority that I couldn't quite explain.

Anyway...

Sophi, Asher, and I ended up forming a sort of silent "triangle" within the university routine. They talked naturally when they crossed paths on projects or in the cafeteria. I observed more than I participated. And in that observation, something began to build up that I didn't know how to process well, a mix of admiration, frustration, and an absurd need to prove something I didn't even know how to define.

Over time, I started to convince myself that I had to do something. Not big, not dramatic... just enough to stop being invisible in my own story. For weeks, that tension grew inside me. Until one night I decided I was going to break my own pattern. After hours in the library and mentally rehearsing conversations that never happened, I convinced myself that I would go see her, that I would finally say what I had been holding back for so long. I decided I was going to confess.

I walked across campus when it was already late. The lights in the residential buildings were on, and the air had that strange silence of the university when everyone pretends to be asleep, but no one is really at peace. I secretly snuck through the courtyard to the girls' dorm windows, to her room, with the intention of saying what I had been avoiding even thinking about for months, but then, everything fell apart...

As I got closer, I heard a loud noise, a commotion, and heavy, very heavy breathing. I hid under the windowsill, scared, thinking she saw me behind the glass, but no... it was much worse than that.

Moans.
Passionate moans... more than moans, screams, orgasm after orgasm of

>>6911 →
Turns out running out completely naked and cum-covered, from the women's dorm area at two in the morning doesn't make you "the funny guy." It makes you "the dirty rapist underwear thief who's doing something illegal." And that's where the trouble started. Two dorm students intercepted me first. They didn't listen to explanations. In fact, I didn't even get to try. One of them threw me to the ground before I could say "it's not what it looks like," and the next thing I remember is a combination of fists, kicks, clubs, shouts, and a mix of "you degenerate pervert!" and "call the Dean!". When campus security arrived, I already looked more like a punching bag than a person.

That same night I ended up in the university disciplinary office, sitting across from the dean, with a blanket over my shoulders, two swollen eyes, a bleeding nose, a missing tooth, and my dignity officially declared missing in action........... I don't know how, I survived that.... I managed to lie, and I left that meeting with a formal warning and the word "possible suspension" hanging over my head like a guillotine. But I really didn't care about expulsion at all, my student reputation, almost non-existent, was over, now no one would look me in the eye, my life, my future, was over.

No bitches, no life, no nothing.... This morning I decided to jump from the abandoned water tower behind the University. Without thinking... I swung.

...

And well, this is where I was, about to fall into the void to end my existence... until https://youtu.be/fM_-MuPL2ng▾ Quickly grabbed me by the railing, and I sat down suddenly, breathing heavily, with my heart in my throat. With a trembling hand, I look at my phone... a notification.

<Asher
"😉"

Huh? W-what does that mean? Wait, how did he get my num-.... Shit... the images come to mind. I couldn't jump anymore even if I wanted to... I don't know why. I think the excitement of that night was such that... deep down I wanted more.

>race
Neo Amerimutt
>Stats
<Cock size
13cm long and 14cm thick
<Masturbation duration
5 hours.
<Ejaculation
10ml
<Masturbation record
122

2/2

>>2634 →
We're still waiting Leshero...but no rush eh!

>>2635 →
Of course there's urgency, I don't like leaving you without roleplay JZJAJAJAJAAJAJJA I was able to get out of this hellish semester and even though I got a job, I find it easier to roleplay without thinking about uni JJAJAJAJAJ

>>6846 →

:- Selective memory? Haha! Oh poor you, they must have hit you really hard for you not to even remember the fight.

The guy who doesn't know how to dodge is now also the guy who doesn't know how to remember. The fight didn't last even 5 minutes and yet his fish memory isn't enough to remember the moment when Takahiro drew the curse towards himself to hit her head on. Listening to this guy trying to justify his own uselessness is very funny to Takahiro.

:- Bark as much as you want, it's not like a mixed breed dog can do anything else.

He shrugs, sits down, and lets the piñata's insults pass. Takahiro didn't say it directly, but it's true that he is the son of cousins. Something that is true for the majority of clans that want to maintain the "purity" of their cursed techniques. Without giving it more attention, he ignores it along with the rest until they arrived at the temple.

:- Of course you were going to go out to defend the other useless one. It doesn't matter what his ritual does, if all he knows how to do is hide behind others then he has nothing to do here. >>6639 → So what are you waiting for? Stop hiding behind your boyfriend and speak for yourself.

If Takahiro noticed that the melody came from Rammstein or not, it wasn't the issue. In his view, the real problem was the fact that this one remained locked inside the train while the others (except Takahiro) fought for their lives. Coward tactics like that didn't even deserve to be considered magic. Trying to provoke him, Takahiro stood in front of Rammstein and demanded an explanation in front of everyone.

>>6852 →

:- So that's what it's about, well then if that's what you want next time I'll let the rest die without me intervening.

Crossing his arms, Takahiro just nodded and looked away. The old man's response wasn't what he expected, but it was certainly a response. If he had known they were doing things the old way, he would have let everyone deal with it as they could.

:- No, I don't see any teacher here. So if you're so kind, why don't you go and find her pequ- !Agh! !Ayayay! !Let go!

Continuing with his confrontational attitude, Takahiro tried to keep annoying the supposed teacher. However, this attempt was interrupted by the sudden pull that made him lean to the side to avoid having his ear torn off. He whines like a little kid until they let go and starts rubbing it to reduce the burning.

:- !Blegh! I'll see what you get when I find your father.

He returns the tongue sticking out and once again treats her like a child. He'll need much more than a simple ear tug for her to recognize him as her teacher.

>>6853 →

:- Of course, of course, a class. Hopefully this time we meet our real teacher and all.

Reluctantly accepts to follow Moco along with the rest of the students. At least the inside of the school looked like a school. With everything that happened, he expected them to tell him the dorms would be outdoors or some stupid thing like that. Fortunately, that's not the case and also they are individual, so he won't have to put up with any of the other idiots.

:- Wow, they are in a hurry to run out of students... Anyway, I already told the old man before that I don't intend to help them. So from now on, everyone is on their own. I'll come back when they finish praying for their lives.

As expected, the supposed teacher has nothing to teach. If that's the case, then he also has no reason to stand here doing nothing. After complaining and saying he doesn't intend to help anyone, Takahiro left. He'll go on the mission when he wants, for now he prefers to spend some time watching the fish or checking out his dormitory.

>>6852 →
well, the fact that my powers depend on technology is what brought me here

>I'm liking the teacher quite a bit
>it seems the blue-haired girl and I aren't the only short ones here anymore
>although her name is a bit weird...
>at least it's not Loco Moco
>that reminds me I always wanted to go to Hawaii...
>but it's not the time to fantasize about having a vacation
>classes just started, after all

>>6853 →
I can fix myself, teacher, but thank you

>I decide to go look for my dorm
>I'm going to need to have my phone charged in case I need to use my technique again
>maybe later I'll go see about the uniform...
>if it doesn't end up being too big on me

>>6851 →
"Professor Chumimaru, if you're tired, I can help you with your insomnia" She told the professor as soon as she saw him having trouble concentrating. Amara was now like that, trying to help whenever someone could, because that's what she had promised the director. The professor seemed like someone hard to impress. But she tried. "Look"

Amara picked up a small feather that had fallen on the path, and from among her magical tools, she took out a tiny bottle that had a white, viscous fluid with which she could cover the small feather. Using the sap from a sleepy tree as a catalyst, Amara could summon Paralyze, which was what she was trying to do. Her cursed energy immediately traveled to a flying bird that fell into the pond.

"It's the equivalent of propofol" She said, repeating what a famous African once said. And without more, she went to rescue the bird from the pond, and to make it a small bed on a water lily. She acted proudly, although because of it, she had already gotten her sleeves, shoes, and part of her legs wet. Saving others implies sacrifices.

>>5990 →
"Hey, partner Junzo" She called him, without an apparent reason. Amara stayed looking at her partner for a few seconds, with an unreadable expression. Was Junzo always muscular? If the inflated state doesn't go away with a pinprick, eventually it will go away when he rests, for example. What if someone attacks him while he sleeps, and he inflates again? So many doubts. "Let's go together. Japanese-style" She said, several seconds later. Amara was going to follow him until he lowered his guard. In a way, it was like the African documentaries where they followed the animals to know what they did.

>>6712 →
>I was sitting on the sofa with my phone in one hand and a drink in the other.
>I let out a sigh as I look out the window of the house.

"Washington is too boring when there are no monsters..."

>I mutter to myself before scrolling through the news. As always, not a single mention of me. My father makes sure of that.
>For a moment I look towards the hallway that leads to my mother's room.

"You better get well soon..."

>I say in a low voice, although I know she probably can't hear me from there.

>I turn my gaze back to the sky. Since the last floating rock, everything has been strangely quiet. Too quiet.
>And when one of those things shows up here, I guess I'll have to take care of it.
>I smile with a certain arrogance and rest my chin on my hand.

"After all, someone has to save the country while the adults are busy with their own corruption"

>>6713 →
>while you yearn to save the world that adults are destroying, you hear explosions, missile impacts
>a giant rock is approaching
>and this time it's not coming from pazo
>the rock sheds its crust into the air
>a piece of it falls right on your house
>falling right next to you
>luckily, your mother's room is intact
>the monster that was inside the rock then approaches you
>it somehow starts absorbing the electricity from the entire city
>they shoot it with more missiles, but they do nothing
>your house shakes a little
>but your mother is still safe
>however, a helicopter arrives to try to evacuate them
>maybe your father sent it
>one would think he would let them die as collateral damage from the monster
>or maybe he'll be playing 4D chess like his supporters say?
>whatever the case, they are already rescuing your mother
>and before the monster tries to attack you, you feel a power surge within you
>one of the military tries to call you

>military
GET IN, QUICK!

>will you try to keep thinking about the power you feel, or will you board the helicopter before it gets shot down?

The other day I saw how famous those "narrating stories" videos from DnD, also from 4chan, etc. were, and I started thinking that... Odysseys have already been made here, or the MEGAODYSSEY /Hisrol/ (>>121188).
And I asked myself... Why not turn it into Loquendo, edit it a little (background music, and some sound effects at most....) And upload it to the chon's channel???

I mean, reading it is very entertaining, each odyssey is different, and they don't shove 8,000,000 characters of a thread down your throat, but rather it's told in a narrated way.
I don't know if it's a bad idea, I would watch it, and I saw that it was relatively "in fashion".

>>4480 →
Why does it seem like OP hates class B?

>>4490 →
What a great idea anon! When do you start editing the videos?

>uploaded to chon's channel
Is that nigger still alive?