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Delicious finger snacks~
*grabs Danny’s other hand*
*sits down*
*starts eating fingers again*
nyaaaaaayayayay~!!! good thing this Daikon can regrow body parts at will now :blob_melt: not having any fingers left would be problematic nya~ :blob_melt: and Her Stabbyness can have unlimited snacks too :blob_uwu:
 

MatchaChocolate69

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That's all that I have available at least for Honkai: Star Rail. Maybe Genshin or other Honkai game has RU va?
Frankly, any language is fine except English. For anime-style, it makes me cringe terribly.
those Origami Birds in Penacony are so cute!!!!! I want a plushie :blob_evil_two:
C..ute?
Say that again
Glancing over, my brain auto-completed the sentence in this way. :sweating_profusely:

"those Origami Birds in Penacony are so cute!!"
"C..ute? Say that again... and you'll find them all dead."
 
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Frankly, any language is fine except English. For anime-style, it makes me cringe terribly.
It's because they hire some failures that can't act for shit *sends AlLeGra ClArK a death stare*. Listen to someone like Martha Mackintosh or Jennifer English or Ashley Johnson and they are amazing. I don't know why all those companies refuse to hire talented people that do voice act instead being a glorified text-to-speech.
Glancing over, my brain auto-completed the sentence in this way. :sweating_profusely:

"those Origami Birds in Penacony are so cute!!"
"C..ute? Say that again... and you'll find them all dead."
...you never know with this game :sweating_profusely:
 

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Cringe moment, self-celebratory rap experimenting with AI that creates songs.

MATCH(a) DIS UP :cool:

Yo, check it, it's the lord of the match, Lord Matcha on the beat,
With a flavor so rich, it makes life oh-so sweet.
Craftin' chocolate dreams in a world that's pure imagination,
My creations bring joy, across every nation.

I'm not just any villain, I'm the cocoa king,
My chocolate's so fine, it makes the angels sing.
With every bite, I'm rewriting destiny,
My gourmet skills are my legacy.
From the depths of the dark, to the highest of high,
My chocolate empire, it touches the sky.
I've faced gods and monsters, yet here I stand,
Lord Matcha, the greatest in all the land.

So raise your cups, let's make a toast,
To the villain who's loved and feared the most.
My story's far from over, it's just begun,
Lord Matcha's reign, it can't be undone.

In the realm of shadows, where villains play,
Stands a figure, Matcha, leading the fray.
A lord of mischief, of chocolate dark,
His schemes as rich as his trademark mark.

From eldritch horrors to maidens fair,
He navigates chaos with unmatched flair.
A chocolatier with a villainous twist,
His presence alone, impossible to resist.
Crafting confections, a dark delight,
Each bite a testament to his might.

Yet beneath the surface, 3 hearts beat true,
4 his harem there's nothing he wouldn't do.
Why is this so insanely well made
 

MatchaChocolate69

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I did not consent on the whole Jango Fett part! :blob_catflip:
*Grabs an M134 Minigun and a XQ7M Railgun*
Time to hunt down some clones :blob_thor:
DRAFT

On the other side of the battlefield, Pixy Toki's fury is a tempest incarnate.
The kitsune's tails bristle with indignation, in stark contrast to her usual carefree demeanor.

She cradles the M134 Minigun as if it were an extension of her own rage, its barrels whirling with a whistling that heralds devastation.

The first volley tears through the ranks of her clones like a scythe through chaff, her anger manifesting in the scream of shattered metal. "Imitations!" she growls, her voice drowning out the roar of gunfire.
"You are nothing but shadows, pale and empty!"

Her stance shifts, and the XQ7M Railgun materializes in her hands with an ease born of long familiarity.

The hum of the weapon is the prelude to annihilation; when she fires, the recoil resonates in her bones, a chorus of pain and revenge.

The railgun's projectile carves a swath of destruction through the horde of clones, its trail a blazing testament to Pixy Toki's unbridled anger.

She is no longer the mischievous vixen, the outspoken popcorn lover.

In this moment, she is the avatar of punishment, her weapons speaking a definitive language that her clones understand all too well: the dialect of destruction, punctuated by the relentless rhythm of firepower.
 
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