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Caph took his position without hesitation, and, on the count of three, he took Chespin's Pokeball swiftly and held it up to his face with both of his hands. His eyes gleamed at the Pokeball, as he took five steps backwards slowly. He pondered for a good while, before finally, he flung it out of his hands and watched intently as the ball fell to the ground. ... Well, nothing happened. "Oh right! The button!" Caph snapped back to his senses, picking the ball up again hastily and making sure to do it right by actually giving the button a press. Luminous white energy burst out of the ball, materializing into a tiny figure, barely reaching his knees. A short, glittery flash followed the Chespin's entrance, and the glow died down. Something was off... The Chespin's skin seemed to be a shade darker than what was shown on the screen, and the shell was a reddish brown rather than a soft green. But other than that, everything seemed to be right. He squatted down to greet his new friend. "Hello... Cheshire!" His smile widened as he put a hand forward. The little Chespin nodded, and put her hand forward as well.

Emmanuel muttered something beneath his breath, as he finished up his meal. He felt like he was dreaming. Maybe it was because of the food, which tasted like heaven. Or maybe it was because he couldn't believe everything else he was seeing, especially Uno, who apparently got healthy again all the sudden. "Uno, you look fine again. What happened?" He asked, curious about her condition.

Vepr-12 put her face up close to the "display box", while her hands slid down the squeaky-clean glass pane and rested upon the buttons. The glowing orbs' oscillating motion was as mesmerizing as the flashing LED lights on claw machines, grabbing hold of her attention. Luckily for her, this machine didn't seem to be asking for an arcade credit. She gave the buttons a look. Two of the buttons were clearly for clockwise and counterclockwise rotation, but the other two were a bit more mysterious. One of the two unmarked ones would have to be some sort of an unload button, but what could the other one be? Disposal? She tapped the rotating buttons once each, making sure that they worked. And then, she gave the two other buttons a go.

Everyone Nemesis' three bullets dug into the Iron Titan's chest, stopping his advance, though the armor seemed to have absorbed a decent chunk of the impact. He wasn't expecting the shady cowboy of all people to surrender anyway, and so he steeled his heart and readied himself to fire at Nemesis. Eleanor followed, trying to score a shot on the man's trigger, though she missed her mark in the end. Meanwhile, Richard proved to be the most civilized person on the train again by punching a hole in the wall and flying out of it, getting away from both Tohl and Henrietta's line of fire. But then, Julianne sprung right out of the cabin in front of Tohl, along with the unraveling belt shining as it waved past a window in the hallway, alerting him to the new threat. But her moves were not only flashy but also deadly nimble, so much so that he had no way to mount a counterattack before the girl delivered a roundhouse kick to the improvised cloth spear, sending it right in his direction. In just a blink of an eye, the belt scored a critical hit... He intentionally lowered his upper body to let his shoulder take the blow instead! He let out a grunt, reeling one step backwards. His left arm reached for the deceptively powerful belt, tugging it down just when Julianne was reeling it back. With his strength on top of his sheer weight, he proved to be able to tug with the acrobat. And he wasn't about to let her get away scot-free. With a new target in his sight, he smashed that trigger right away, trading his right shoulder for her right elbow. A slug drilled right through Julianne's elbow, blowing it up clean. Her forearm snapped and fell on the floor, along with the scimitar it was holding. The slug went on to fly by Nemesis and Eleanor, before making a small dent on Henrietta's armor. Julianne wasn't about to get pinned down, though, and with another click, she was already reeling back through the window she came in from, knocking the poor gentleman's silverware all over the place once again. And that left the ex-general with just a useless belt. And Henrietta, with her guns primed and rolling. A merciless deluge of bullets washed the hallway clean, brutally drilling through the Iron Titan's armor. He began to laugh, pressing through the deadly storm despite taking massive damage. "I've eaten worse than any of you scums! COME ON!" Three seconds was just enough for him to make it to the door of the cabin Julianne was in, yet it was also enough for his frontal armor to be nearly completely eroded. And to make matters worse for Tohl, the roof suddenly came down on him, with Richard dunking it with his meteor hammer. He was so close to a safe cover, but the Creator had stopped giving him mercy a long time ago. Henrietta stopped firing upon seeing the wreck Richard had made, avoiding friendly fire. Yet another flawless victory. So much for the name, Iron Titan. The henchmen in the back could only watch with incredible fear. Even the Iron Titan was no match for the ragtag team of deadly fighters. They wavered, their legs trembled. ... Something smelled funny. Like, something was burning. And it smelled like... a womb, a foundry. Suddenly, a hand made of magma burst out of the scrap metal beneath Richard, along with a wave of flames. It reached for his calves, but he managed to jump away in time, though he still got quite the burn from the flames. "IS THIS WHAT THE CREATOR HAS IN STORE FOR ME, AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?" More flames began to erupt out of the piece of roof Richard had torn, now melting. Something that looked more like a mythical demon than a Manavi emerged from the debris, but the shape was still vaguely similar. Tohl had melted into a titan of magma. Fire began to rise from the embers flying out of his body. He began to step toward Richard, and, by extension, the rest of the party. He was walking at a snail's pace, though. Something of note was that he was actually not melting through the floor. It seemed that he had intentionally left a fairly thick layer of metal beneath his feet untouched. -- In meantime, the goons behind Henrietta finally snapped back to their senses, and decided to actually help out their only hope. As Henrietta was busy dealing with Tohl, a birdhead jumped at her, trying to wrestle control out of her machine gun, and another tried to cut her by the neck, though unfortunately his scimitar couldn't cut through her armor effectively. -- Julianne would be rightfully alarmed by all the flames and smoke rising from down below, but something else was perhaps even more pressing. An awfully pink figure was on the roof as well, on far end of the train, and she was approaching fast from the engine room. She stopped right before the car everyone else was on. Up close, she got a better look at her. She dressed terribly Eastern, with a pink kimono wrapped up to be more suited for fighting, and she even had a brown bun on her head. Though, she was unarmed as far as you could tell. "Aww... You're making this hard for us," she said, faking a jarring cutesy tone. "But I should thank you for putting up such a resistance, forcing Tohl to reveal his trump card. This is my first time seeing it, after all~" "Anyway. I'm here to make sure that you all don't get away. My boss has a reputation to keep, unfortunately. Let's get to work, shall we?" She began to run toward you, jumping over the wrecked roof easily, and suddenly, sharp metal claws grew out of her hands, flashing under the sunlight. "Presenting, Tokai Yasha Ken!" -- The train left the spice fields and began to ramp up along some hills. A decently long bridge was up ahead, going over a river with some boats on it.

"Hahaha... You sure are eager to get your Pokemon as well, Nami," Caph meekly laughed away the rude girl's words, before seeing the twin off. At least, everyone shared the sentiment today; having common grounds was certainly nice. He chuckled at Mina trying to smell them, wondering if she'd remember checking their smell later as well. He walked into the lab briskly, paying the cookie jars a visit as per tradition, before approaching the table with the Pokeballs. His eyes turned slowly as he checked the touchscreens. It seemed that Nami had chosen Turtwig. What a relief. "Since we've already discussed our choices, I say we all reach for our Pokemon at the same time," Caph suggested, "like how we're starting our journey together. What do you guys think?"

Caph had been savoring the very last chicken wing in his bucket, exhausting the little cup of ranch dressing that came with his order. Delicious as it may be, the taste was souring from the fact that he would be leaving Coldstone for a long time. He'd miss his younger brothers and sisters, and he'd miss his parents too. His eyes lingered on the familiar cityscape, but in particular that path he and his friends always took to eat some Blazing Chicken. And then, Aia's belch pulled his attention back to the table, putting his mind at ease again. He still had his friends, and he might be able to see some of his older siblings working outside, too. He's had all the help a boy could ever ask for, he thought, and this would be the final stretch on the runway before he could soar into the skies and truly stand for himself. It was a path that he never had to walk alone, and for that, he was thankful for his friends and family. He cleaned up the last bits of meat on his chicken wing, before dropping it in his bucket and cleaning his mouth and hands with some wet wipes. "I'm all set!" He declared with a hearty grin on his face.

Seeing that the area seemed to be safe, Vepr-12 made her way into the lab, following behind the dangerous goddess. She just had to be quiet about it and nothing would happen, she thought. All the whiteness around her made her wonder if this place was actually a renovated solitary torture chamber. She gave the locked door a curious look, but decided against tearing it down on her own. After all, the goddess in the room definitely had more firepower than she did. She went around a lab table, before stopping before a strange machine located in a corner. She took her time to examine the machine, looking for anything that might suggest its purpose.

Everyone Shotgun shells grazed past Richard's legs as he jumped right through the ceiling, punching a hole in its as he soared into the skies, soaking the dry air with steam pouring out of his body. While they recoiled backwards to get ready to catch him as he predictably landed, Nemesis had just wrapped up the mess inside. With a bit of consideration towards Richard's trajectory, he took out three gunmen that Richard would miss with deadly precision - a bullet to the heart for each, just in time for the tailor in question to crash through the roof again and crush the other bunch of gunmen. More robbers came from the end away from the engine room, but they couldn't advance much further as Henrietta sent them scurrying back into the cabins after taking out two of their cronies with a deluge of bullets. They couldn't hide for long, though. Bellos was visibly content with the party's performance, giving his applause. -- Some more robbers were coming toward the party's cabin from the end closer to the engine room, but they all stopped before the connecting section of the cars, terrified by the massacre at hand. "You can't beat them." Someone shouted from the back of the crowd, a deep voice that carried a lifetime of burdens. "Leave this to me." [Music] The robbers began to make way for the person who spoke. A towering figure emerged from the crowd with heavy footsteps, standing in a whopping 7 foot. His gray face was chiseled like an ancient statue, and his yellow eyes were so ferocious that they seemed to pierce your souls with lightning bolts. His long, spiky black hair ran down his back, like a ferocious dragon flying along a cliff. His brown jacket barely covered his upper body, revealing a cross-shaped scar on top of gray muscles. One thing was for sure - this guy was nowhere near as frail as the other goons. His appearance had already given away his identity to Richard and Nemesis, and maybe Julianne too once she saw him. He was none other than the Iron Titan of Meracus, one of the many "success stories" in Gaea - A mere miner from the Kingdom of Fornax in the old world, turned into a mighty general in the new world. But right now, he was none of that. He was just Tohl. Tohl Ashman. A troubled man who had fallen out of the Meracus Monolith's favor due to rising cyborg competitions. "Get. Off. My. Train." Light shined through the windows in the hallways, casting off the sharp saw blades on his large shotgun. He could fire it at any second, and it would definitely not be good news for any of you. He resumed his steps, stepping closer and closer to the party's cabin. Bellos heard the voice of the Iron Titan, and frowned ever so slightly. "What a shame," he blurted out, though only Eleanor heard it. With one more sigh, he said to her, "They'll need your help too. Don't worry about me." -- Meanwhile, Julianne broke into a neighboring cabin through the windows, and landed on a table full of pottery. On the chairs were a fine gentleman in a brown suit and his lady. Or so you thought, because on the second glance you realized that it was in fact a life-sized doll in a white dress. He said to the intruder in an incredibly passive and calm tone, "You're bothering us. Please leave us alone." The door was wide open, and you could see the robbers' corpses right at the doorsteps. -- Right now, Tohl was standing a few feet away from the cabin Julianne got in. Then it was Nemesis, standing outside the party's cabin. Finally it was Richard, standing on top of a pile of corpses, and Henrietta, who was the furthest away.

Emmanuel hastily ran to Poochy's aid, recalling her back into her ball. A bit stunned and a bit startled, he watched wordlessly as Sena ran back up from where the Ghost Girl had come from. He had but a sigh. "Same here," he uttered to Sena. Everyone had their own priorities, after all. And so he hurried down the aquarium hill, rushing to a nearby center to treat Poochy's wounds. "I'll need a moment for Poochy. See you later," was what he told Cathode.

Everyone Eleanor's bullet tore through the man's arrogant words and burrowed into his head. His pupils shrunk, him struggling to comprehend what had just happened, as he stumbled backwards and fell flat on the floor. His accomplices had but a brief moment to take in the sudden counterattack, which was then followed by a flying piece of premium wood and the massive man that threw it. The wood knocked one guy right back into the hallway, while the other two were torn apart by Richard's fists and reduced to a pile of metal parts. The sole survivor, finally realizing what to do against the impossible odds, shouted "THEY'RE FIGHTING BACK, HEL-" before he too was brutally executed by the tailor. In mere seconds, the robbers from the neighboring cabins emerged, and they did not like what they see. At all. But was it even possible to run from Death himself? Three men on both ends of the hallway, shouting their war cries as they smashed their shotguns' triggers in a desperate attempt to take down Richard. -- Meanwhile, inside the cabin the party was in, the first guy's body twitched on and on. With his head gone, he had little control over his limbs and was practically incapacitated, and so the natural reaction was to struggle like a fish on dry land. If someone were merciful enough, they'd take his body to a foundry where he could get a new head again, or they'd end his pitiful existence now by destroying his heart, so that he wouldn't have to die a long and arduous death as he ran out of power.

Tai Tai flinched at Chronos' appearance, and then at its sudden change of attitude, but the jarring feeling subsided as quickly as it had appeared. Tejfidh's words seemed to echo with what Chronos had said before, despite all the difference between the two. He resumed his steps, accepting its guidance. What was his responsibility? Chronos told him, his responsibility was to contribute to Cardinal's defeat, and it became his the moment he chose to join the tournament. Whether he believed it was actually his responsibility or not, he ultimately ended up fulfilling it. It wasn't intentional, and it wasn't something to be proud of, but he, one way or another, caused Cardinal to die. Any responsibility that had come with the naive decision to join the tournament should be no more. With the Tenth God gone, there wasn't a tournament to go back to. It was all over. Yet, nothing had changed for him, because he had made another decision, perhaps even more naive than the one before it. And he gave up on the responsibility that came with it as well. The true meaning of his power suddenly became clear to him. Every bit of Favor he gained in the thirty days before the tournament was not actually in the name of sports, but a different responsibility. It might have been to defeat Cardinal at one point, but the moment he decided to let her into his mind, it became her instead. Yet he believed in neither. He never believed that he was actually responsible for either, and so his power lost meaning. With power gone, there was nothing to be passionate about the fights in the tournament, no reason for an unyielding spirit to thrive, and no way to believe in what he was doing. And in a way, it was too late. With one responsibility fulfilled and another failed for good, his power would forever be without meaning. The biggest regret was neither joining the tournament nor accepting Cardinal's request, but rather failing to believe in the responsibilities that came with his decisions. Tejfidh's words snapped him back to reality. "Thank you." A mental response, welling with gratitude. "But it is too late now. That responsibility can no longer be fulfilled."

Henrietta Henrietta displayed the kind of grace that echoed the Creator's code, offering light to a Manavi who had found himself bound by the primitive desires that drive the Teras, only to receive a frivolous laughter. The bird-masked man had dropped his act entirely. "Okay that's enough. Y'all are playing dumb, and frankly I don't like it. I'm not on the grandest train in all of Gaea to be lectured by a nun. You seem to be new here, eh? Well, news flash! The rules in the old world don't apply here! Now this, is what goes here!" He shouted back at the party, but more specifically, Henrietta, as he pointed the barrel of his shotgun directly at her.

Tai Tai fell into silence. Perhaps quieter than he had ever been. Passion... doused twice, shattering what he had believed in the sport - sportsmanship. Cardinal's intervention in his match against Temperance, and Hellfire Knight's open assassination attempt in the middle of the arena in order to reveal Cardinal. Spirit... crushed by the tournament overall. The only positive experience was the fight with the Slumbering Giant, even though that ended in his defeat. That was the only time he smiled in the tournament. Everything else was but more mental baggage on his soul. Confidence... destroyed by disastrous defeats. The Revenant came out practically unscathed in his fight against him, even though he was also running a melee build. Hellfire Knight proved that he was but a relic of the old meta, forcing him to fold after a long and desperate struggle. And finally, Ice Gryffin put the nail to the coffin swiftly, ending it all before he could even mount a resistance. Fun... "Maybe you play with fire. . ." "But that's why you're going to lose!" "Because I don't play games!" She was right. He was playing games. He was the only person who was playing games in the tournament. He was the only person who actually believed that he was still having a friendly competition, where both pilots wish each other the best and fight with enjoyment in mind. The prize, as amazing as godhood is, was never his true priority. And so he lost. And so everyone else stayed. Could he ever fight like how he did before the tournament ever again? Was this truly something that could be forgotten after a good night's sleep? He looked at the direction he was walking towards. It was the city he was all too familiar with, but he wasn't sure what he was walking towards exactly. Was it even the same city anymore? The silence seemed to have last forever before it broke again. "It does. The tournament has changed me." "I want to be passionate about a sport I've loved since I was a child, but I can't anymore. I want to be a happy person who can leave behind his losses after a meal, but I can't anymore. I want to be a confident pilot who believes in his abilities on the battlefield, but I can't anymore." "I want to have fun, but I can't anymore." All these problems... couldn't be fixed by divine intervention after all. He was the only person who would be allowed to help himself, yet he didn't have the power to do so. He wasn't asking for help, and neither was he expecting a magical solution from the ancient who had saved his life. He was just, venting, to a person who was willing to listen. He had already run out of tears. What was left was a dry and sore feeling in his eyes.

Everyone After some more waiting, the cabin door slid open as expected. One tall man made his grand entrance inside, dressing quite formally - a blue tux and a black cape with a black hat, fairly standard for classy wearing. He wore a white mask that resembled a bird's beak, perhaps to hide his identity on the off chance that he gets on bad terms with some of the rich people he's robbing. His eyes swept past every single one of you instantly, and before he took another step, he had already finished assessing your prices. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!" He announced in a crisp and confident voice. "We're here to collect donations from our lovely, charitable guests," three more bird-masked figures followed his footsteps into your room mid-sentence, "in exchange, the land of Meracus shall prosper, and you'll be able to sit through the entire journey with your mind at ease." He began to raise his shotgun - previously cloaked - against all of you, while the three figures behind him flashed their scimitars. "We simply ask for a mere fifty thousand Tis. Checks will do." Their stances had already given it away - they weren't expecting resistance at all. They might be "professional" robbers, but they were certainly the most amateur of fighters. Nemesis and Eleanor could crack the first guy's bird head open with a quick draw before he even got to aim properly. Richard and Julianne both could lunge at him for a swift take-down, too. Bellos did not even turn to greet the unwanted visitors. You reckoned that if he wanted to, he could draw his katana and cut the first guy down, but instead he just kept up that smile, a smile of hopeful expectations, with his hands still on the table. He was definitely not planning on "donating" to the Meracus Monolith and his underlings today.

Caph Greenstone wants you to do your best, because he's really doing his best.

"And that's my cue to get outta here." Vepr-12 ignored the Oxygen Kits and made her way to the front door, leaving the ashes of the argument behind. Not just seeing the vacuum of space, but feeling it, was an all-new experience for the tactical doll. Her eyes were set on the strange complex ahead of her. "Style? It's an improvement over everything else we've seen so far. I'll take it." She leaped forward and forward, drifting in space as she approached the asteroids.

OOC Thread STAGE 1 - MERACUS [Music] Everyone || Meracus Express || Morning The Meracus Railroad is the oldest railroad in Gaea. The pioneering colonists poured labor and resources as they pressed into the unknown, and this railroad can perhaps stand for their symbolic footprints on the continent. Stretching across the Meracus region, it is one of the most impressive railroads in Gaea, and today you got the chance to travel on one of the busiest lines in the region. As expected from a first class cabin, your seat was cushy yet elastic enough to hold your weight. The seats were designed to be able to slide horizontally for positioning purposes, and so everyone has moved them somewhat to give themselves some arm space before the wooden table next to the windows. The flowery, yet light scent of the Meracus No. 6 Fragrance filled the air, reminding you again that Meracus is known for its exotic and exorbitant spices, highly sought after by men and women of the high society. Through the windows, you could see crop fields cutting the land into a checkered mattress. Farmers rode tractors through the fields, and the cloudy skies colored the ponds dotting the hills a clayish gray. The tawny walls of the cabin served their purpose quite well, considering that you could hardly hear anything from the neighboring rooms. The only sound that would backdrop your meeting would be the rhythmic knocking of the train wheels. -- With everyone seated, Bellos rose up from his seat and paced to the front of the table to begin the meeting. At the moment, aside from taking part in the same journey, the only thing you had in common with everyone else in the room would be your experience with Bellos Tavalri. It felt like he was looking for you - a person to help fix the state of things - than the other way around. Perhaps he had an eye for a capable person, as if he had been looking for talented people for years. Or maybe it was something even deeper, like he could see a tinge of dissatisfaction from your gaze. You were just minding your own business, and then he stood in your way. "Do you want to visit Chrysopolis? Together, we can make it happen." He said, with a friendly smile. Considering the ongoing Gaean politics, there was only one way to interpret this offer - do you want to see the Arch Monolith? And then, a few more exchanges revealed that he was rounding up an adventuring party to make the journey. And finally, he arranged with you to meet at Tarchev Train Station today. You knew he was a nobleman from the old world, and with him wearing the royal insignia, it was clear that he wasn't at all trying to hide the fact. And that fact also lead you to conclude that he was indeed rich enough to actually fund the journey. In the end, you decided to put some of your trust in him and showed up in Tarchev, where he handed you the train ticket - First Class, Tarchev to Kaagan, for a measly 50 Tis - the price of a cheap bowl of noodles prepared by a street vendor. The Meracus Express' first class tickets are notoriously cheap for a reason; the Meracus Monolith has unofficially sponsored train robbers to, in a sense, collect "extra charges" from first class passengers, which can fluctuate greatly as these robbers name their price according to each passenger's status. The rich likes to call the curve their price runs on the smile curve, because they just kill off poor fools who think they are actually rich enough to afford the full cost of a first class ticket. And they don't mind paying the robbers off anyway, with most of them having some sort of a relationship with the Monolith's colonial businesses. To make the robbers' job even easier, none of the doors in First Class cabins are equipped with locks. -- The pale-skinned noble revealed a fairly clean map of Gaea and put it on the table. He laid his index finger upon the little dot marked "Tarchev," and slid it through the Meracus region to arrive in the other dot marked "Kaagan." He then laid out the plans verbally - you'd go through the Forest of Chloropylae once you arrived in Kaagan. The forest is a key passage between the regions of Meracus and Kaleiga, after all. "We should be there in an hour. You won't be sleeping through most of it, though. If you're the kind who buys first class tickets often, you should know what's coming up next." Bellos said casually as he stowed the map away. "While we wait for the Monolith's goons to knock our doors, why not introduce yourselves? Appearances can be deceiving, after all."

Vepr-12 glared at the kerfuffle unfolding a few steps away from her with a certain kind of dread. This party had worse synergy than some high school freshmen assigned to their first group project. Once the stun shots wear off, the fight would most certainly reignite shortly after, and it would definitely happen at an inappropriate time. And then of course the pirate Jack had the genius idea of waking up Zoe already. At this rate, they'd be flying half a ship into the space station. "Oi, Cap'n Frosty, would you do us all a favor and keep her quiet until we get to somewhere where they can murder each other without threatening our lives?" She yelled at the pirate Jack in protest.

Tai "I did what? I didn't even know I could do that!" Tai protested in his own defense, looking at Tejfidh puzzled. "When and how did that even happen? And, what do you mean by 'a fire like that'? What else did I do, now?" The question turned out to be quite the headache for him. He didn't expect to be in even more trouble after getting trialed and exiled by Chronos. It could be merely aftershocks of the tournament, though he didn't recall setting fire to anything of worth back then, aside from Temperance. Not that he could be a firefighter anyway. There was a clear difference between a person who fought using fire and a person who fought against fire, after all.

Tai "Your home was, clean, to say the least." After ten more steps in the snow, Tai dug up the only compliment he could come up with after the house tour. "Though there was one thing in there that stood out to me - my mech. It's still going to be how I make a living after this, so I'll need to know what you're doing with it." He gave Tejfidh another look. There was no mistaking it, she was in moss, or she was moss. The last thing he ate was, coincidentally, also moss. There was definitely a connection to be made there, but he couldn't figure out how to throw the question without it sounding weird, so he just dropped a few looks here and there at the moss on Tejfidh as he kept walking. It wasn't exactly a pressing issue anyway; if he ended up getting sick from the moss a few days later, at least he already knew who to ask.

For Chinese, I'd lean toward following official translation trends and paraphrase location names' meaning into Chinese instead of just transliterating. It'll also help with translating ingame dialogues too since a few of them make reference to the meaning of these names. Though this is probably not an issue for Germanic and Romance languages.

Well, as you already know, translation is a very broad area covering multiple languages, some of which you might not have learned before. Every language would have its own case of translation issues, and so I feel like discussing translation "in general" here doesn't really accomplish anything. Like, for example, I could help out with translating the game into Chinese, but if I were to discuss the details of the Chinese translation here, I doubt if anyone would even be able to reply to me here, seeing that most people here are from the western world. Though if you happen to know Chinese as well, I'd be more than glad to discuss the details with name translations. Personally I find this to be the easiest part.

In all honesty, the robot guide didn't make the best first impression on Vepr-12's digimind. Sure, they could boast all about their "impossibly high standards" with weapons, but man did they really slack off with the robotic vocals. The marvel behind the windows was truly something else for our T-doll here, though. A magnificent planet in a yam's shade, like what could've been a terraformed Mars had her world not gone to the dumps after Collapse Fluid contamination and a third World War. Or maybe that was exactly what it was, who knew. And then it was back to disappointment, with the "compact" spaceship they were assigned to. She grabbed the echo device - which evidently looked better than the ship - and took her seat. "Is it just me, or is this Hyperion corporation actually horrible at everything beyond weapons?" She complained to no one in particular.