i will never get male rpg heros

edited 2012-12-16 07:56:52 in General
I meane why do you constantly risk your lives for girls you JUST MET A WHILE AGO Come on dude some pootaaaaaaaang isn't worth your life

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  • image Wee yea erra chs hymmnos mea.
    Because not helping someone in need isn't very heroic?
  • It happens even if she's accused of being a war criminal or something I mean even if she turns out to be innocent thre's no way he's gonna know that
  • Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast
    Dulcinea
  • Hell this even happens with FEMALES too

    lookin at you Therkla
  • image Wee yea erra chs hymmnos mea.
    You are forgetting that RPG heroes have some kind of divine intuition that allows them to know when someone in danger is evil or not. Except when the plot decides otherwise.
  • You are forgetting that RPG heroes have some kind of divine intuition that allows them to know when someone in danger is evil or not.
    I think the divine intuition goes by a more recognizable name

    it's called "their pants"
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  • DON QUIXOTE 110/110                                                             WNDML

    SANCHO PANZA 90/90

    DON QUIXOTE's turn!                                 
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  • Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast
    Cream said:

    Dulcinea
    Don Quixote is the best RPG.
    Actually. I was trying to say that this isn't a new thing.
  • image Wee yea erra chs hymmnos mea.
    But Don Quixote was also utterly insane.
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  • Now I want a Don Quixote RPG
  • READ MY CROSS SHIPPING-FANFICTION, DAMMIT!

    i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
    Oh hey, this still exists.

    It's a good thing other Tropers thought I was funny:

    As he said this, he entrusted himself with all his heart to his lady Dulcinea, imploring her to help and sustain him at such a critical moment, and then, with his shield held high and his spear braced in its socket, and Rocinante at a full gallop, he charged directly at the first windmill he came to, just as a sudden swift gust of wind sent its sail swinging hard around, smashing the spear to bits and sweeping up the knight and his horse, tumbling them all battered and bruised to the ground. Sancho Panza came rushing to his aid, as fast as his donkey could run, but when he got to his master, found him unable to move, such a blow had he been given by the falling horse.

    “God help me!” said Sancho. “Didn’t I tell your grace to be careful what you did, that these were just windmills, and anyone who could ignore that had to have windmills in his head?”

    “Silence, Sancho, my friend, ” answered Don Quixote . “Even more than other things, war is subject to perpetual change. What’s more, I think the truth is that the same Frestón the magician, who stole away my room and my books, transformed these giants into windmills, in order to deprive me of the glory of vanquishing them, so bitter is his hatred of me. But in the end, his evil tricks will have little power against my good sword.”

    “God’s will he done, ” answered Sancho Panza.

    “Yes, ” said Don Quixote , rising to his feet and holding his sword far above his head. “God’s will be done!” A beam of light shot from Don Quixote ’s lance and pierced the heavens, the distant sound of thunder drew closer until it deafened the duo and drowned out all other sound. A bolt of lightning hit the nearest windmill, and at once the sounds of mechanical gears was head as the windmill begin to open and change shape into the form of a giant man, with burning red eyes, holding a pair of tilted scimitars where once there was nothing but wooden paddles.

    “What manner of sorcery is this?!” Roared the giant in anger.

    “It is I, Don Quixote , come to vanquish you evil giant on behalf of the powers of Heaven! Frestón’s powers cannot help you now!”

    “Don Quixote , I should have known. I do not require aid from my master to deal with the likes of you!” Retorted the giant, who punctuated his sentence with a blast from the laser cannon hidden in his mouth.

    Don Quixote dodged the blast by leeping strait into the air, “Rocinante! To ME!” He called.

    Don Quixote ’s horse leaped into the air after his master, accompanied by a whirling electronic buzz. The horse split open and revealing circuitry, grips for Don Quixote to hold, and levers for his feet to be places. Don Quixote grasped the controls and placed his feet on the levers as the horse closed around his body, the horse's head opening to reveal a brilliantly silver knights helmet that protected Don Quixote ‘s head. A shaft of metal extended to a point and a grip became visible that Don Quixote grasped with his mechanical hand. As he grasped the weapon a bit just before the grip unfurled into a cone shape.

    “With my holy lance, I will strike your heart, giant!” Don Quixote charged, and the Giant parried. But Don Quixote continued his desperate assault of thrusts against the giant, each one parried at lightning speed by the giant’s scimitars. Don Quixote gave one more mighty thrust only for the giant to parry his blow hard, knocking him to the ground.

    The giant chortled smugly, “You where no match for me!”

    Don Quixote smirked, “No should you really have been looking at me, or the man with the machine gun?”

    “What?!” The Giant exclaimed, looking back towards Sancho who removed a large blanket covering a bulge on his Donkey’s back. Under the blanket was a large machine gun, the words “Gods Will Be Done.” Engraved on the side.

    “Xote!” Sancho exclamed, “GOD’s will be done!” At once the machine gun roared to life, sending a hailstorm of bullets that wounded the giant. As he exclaimed and pain, dropping his left scimitar and reached for his wound , Don Quixote rose and stabbed the giant through his mechanical heart.

    The giant stumbled and fell to his knees as his eyes grew dim and finally collapsed.

    “That was some good work, your grace.” Said Sancho.

    “Good work?” Don Quixote answered inquisitively, as more lightning rained down on the other windmills, beginning their transformation into giants. “No, that was just…practice.
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  • Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
    Crossposting from Tumblr:

    Someone should try doing the Knight of the Moon as your typical anime rival.
  • edited 2012-12-16 17:37:05
    READ MY CROSS SHIPPING-FANFICTION, DAMMIT!

    i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis

     One morning as Don Quixote
    went out for a stroll along the beach, arrayed in full armour (for, as he often
    said, that was "his only gear, his only rest the fray," and he never
    was without it for a moment), he saw coming towards him a knight, also in full
    armour; with a shining moon painted on his shield; long, silver hair that was immaculate
    in how well it had been kept in glistened in the morning sun and reached down
    to the waist of the knight; and a curved sword scabbard that must have measured
    a full eight feet .On approaching sufficiently near to be heard, the knight raised
    his right hand towards his visor, the metal gauntlet not quite completely concealing
    the many ornate rings on the hand of the knight. The knight lifted his visor, revealing
    the knights handsome face, especially striking where the knights brilliant blue
    eyes, the right one slightly framed by a crescent shaped scar; the only mark on
    the knights otherwise perfect face. The knight paused to take a sip of red wine
    out of his wine goblet,  he then began casually
    swirling the contents as he  said in a
    loud, melodic  voice, addressing himself
    to Don Quixote, "Illustrious knight, and never sufficiently extolled Don
    Quixote of La Mancha, I am the Knight of the White Moon, whose unheard-of
    achievements will perhaps have recalled him to thy memory. I come to do battle
    with thee and prove the might of thy arm, to the end that I make thee
    acknowledge and confess that my lady, let her be who she may, is incomparably
    fairer than thy 
    Dulcinea del Toboso.

  • Ironically this is one of the few adaptations the actual don quixote would consider filming
  • just came here to say

    Saving a girl is a man's romance

  • Touch the cow. Do it now.
    I don't get this either
  • The need to get laid is strong with many.
  • Touch the cow. Do it now.
    It can be done without going on an epic quest to save the world
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  • but but
    AN EPIC QUEST MAKES IT ALL THE MORE FUN
    YOU GUYS DON'T GET IT ;-;
  • edited 2012-12-16 20:01:48
    HOW DID I EVEN DO THIS
  • It can be done without going on an epic quest to save the world

    but then whats the point of saving the world?
  • Touch the cow. Do it now.
    well yeah, if you're gonna save the world I guess you might as well get some lovin'
  • Not a hybrid rabbit-skink spirit
    This is why I'm not a video game hero

    Because it's always save the princess, never the prince

    I can't ever get me some guy lovin'
  • imagei will watch the heck outta this pumpkin patch
    If the world needs saving and only an epic quest will save it then undertaking an epic quest seems like a pretty good idea.
  • Touch the cow. Do it now.
    there should totally be a gay fantasy quest game
  • Not a hybrid rabbit-skink spirit
    Monster Guy Quest

    I would pay cash money for that
  • Monster Guy Quest


    I would pay cash money for that

  • PLAY ORPHAN'S QUEST EVERYBODY
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