Setsuna Emblem

Full disclosure? We are heavy into necromancy here. We just can’t seem to let old things die, Fire Emblem the most important of said things. We’ll be lauding and memeing Genealogy well into 2041, and Sacred Stones is good until at leeeaast 2071. So you’re in the right place, pardner. Y’know, Lyon also left a bad taste in my mouth. It was totally consensual; no worries. But I thought we had something special. Turns out he just wanted to resurrect an old demon god or something. Are you noticing a trend here? It’s disappointment. I for one am deleting my Magvel Singles account. You should do the same. Falling for mage princes is a serious downer… Welcomiest of welcomes to our full star hotel! Hope you yada yada. Something something enjoy/stay. Spoiler alert: there’s no bacon in the continental breakfast. Take it up with management(please).

Stop right there criminal scum!! You've violated my libido. Pay the fine of 1 Setsuna chibi to atone for these damages, or all your chibi artwork will be forfeit. Failure to comply will result in severe penalties to your social credit score, as well as a strongly worded letter. Your cake privileges will also be revoked, and you may as well kiss good-bye to that sweet parking spot. Make this easier on the defense. Setsuna chibi. Chibi me. Chibi now. Chibiing of chibi be giving chibi, chibichibichibi. Oh, yeah. And welcome to camouflage hell, where we serve everything in moderation, including lukewarm drinks and unwashed handshakes. Can I get an “mmm-yeah brother”?!?!

Well you're in luck my friend. The challenge runs run rampant in these parts. It's like a godsdamned stampede in here sometimes. You've disturbed not only the minmax nerds who haunt these parts, but the souls of their fallen brethren who've lingered for ages and eons past. Ylisse was but a glint in the eye of the creator, as was the Awakening in my pants. So basically, the content is potentially endless. Don't let anyone tell you Henry isn't best boi, and take care to tiptoe around the Tiki loli traps placed everywhere. We're tryin' to hunt some big game(looking at you Grima). Welcome to the Forest of forests! Where forever forestry beep beep boop [Fates bad] [Jugdral good] [maintenance required] [manual restart required]

No offense, but Crtusr doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. Can I call you Crusty? Maybe Crusher? Cause you be crushin' these character favorites. All the GBA titles you say? Ah... I see you're a sentient, ambiguous being harboring the manifestations of intellectual human achievement as well. You're living back in the good old days. Back with Uncle Hector(not Salamanca) and Elijah Wood. Did you know Hector was named Crusher as well? Yes indeed he was , as he was busy crushing mad Ostian consorts. But that's a tale for another fanfic. It was a long, arduous journey... but you made it. You're one of us. You can now partake in the memes, and the meta, and the glory. Morning glo-- *ahem*.. I mean-- oh glorious morning of thine divine trees, we humbly beg you to bathe Crtusr in your holy light, so that he may be purified in the waters of Lake Minnetonka, which doesn't exist in this universe. Ayyy men.

We'll be there in spirit. And as in spirit I mean spooky ghosts egging you on to make mistakes and perish. Then we can all attend the spooky ghost parties together and revel in our spookiness! Hannah Montana? Hannahbul lectures. Hannah-oi Jane... okay I had to reach for that one. You know they say Virginia is for lovers, but I'm of the opinion that it's Ohio. Lovers of Fire Emblem I guess, cause holy smokes, 3 paths of lunacy? We have a Master Sergeant Masochist over here! Don't worry about being new. We were all new once. You know what isn't new? These introductions. And the ground's hunger for more seed to spit out giant bark ornaments. Welcome, and best of luck in your future campaigns.

You merely adopted the cringe. I was born in it. Molded by it. I didn't see a DM until I was promoted to Sniper and by then it was nothing but TRIFLING. Y'know being alive and well in the current year is something of an achievement, so well done! It was good of you to remember us after a decade. How awkward would it have been if you waited for an odd number, like 9? Or 11? You'd be terrorizing our obsessive compulsive demography to no end! Anyways, you know the deal. All Chad Ricken enjoyers are automatically given administrator privileges. I read that on a pamphlet once, so feel free to quote me on it. And don't go missing for another ten years! Ya hear?

Can't let you do that, Star Drew. This ain't "Stardrew Valley". Heh.. hehhe haha... hmm.... Domination of squares. No squares here, no sir. The empire has decreed that all shapes be seen as equal. It's part of the new shape positivity program. We are standing by and ready to mess up the red unit though. Join us! Let us merge powers and our trees shall ascend to the very stars themselves! (Not literally, okay. Don't get all cheeky and scientific on me. Welcome to these big ol' sticks though)

Aw, crikey. Here comes one of them Valentian shaded area butchers. Baka or no, you're brave to undertake such a pilgrimage. Don't worry about not having much to say. It makes my job easier 😝 I think I speak for all of us when I say welcome to these acres of opportunity. We're all looking forward to seeing the fruits of your hacking exploits!

Oh, I know exactly what you mean about exclusive clubs. The last club I was in was so exclusive, they wouldn't even let me leave. There were all these rules like "don't tell anyone where you're at" or "nothing non-kosher at the potluck". Eventually I just told them I had to use the restroom and didn't come back. The parties were great though. We got to wear big robes and cool masks, then we drew funny symbols with the sticky red paint. Boy they weren't kidding when they said that stuff doesn't come out - ruined my favorite pair of fluffy bunny socks it did. Anyways, I don't think we do any of that extracurricular junk here, but if you ask me, we should! I'm pleased to see you made it past our automated gatekeeper. He can be a bit of a buzz kill, but he means well. Allow me to offer you another welcome to our non-committal, non-exclusive, nifty-as-nails nature preserve. See ya 'round friendo.

Please, rest. Your search is now complete. Years of wandering has led you here to this moment on the precipice of fate. All the forum mafia and Japanese cartoons in the world couldn't fill the void entrenched in the pit of your soul, until todayish(Disclaimer! That void will still exist but we'll do our best). Welcome to these twigs and branches!

Dear Regal Reptilian, We welcome you to our humble abode, our hovel, our nest of filth and detritus. We have nooks and crannies, crêpes and panties - everything the body needs. Third hole from the right is the restroom. Twelfth hole from the left is your bunk hole. I really just wanted an excuse to say bunk hole. Your bunk mate sort of died in his sleep? We're meaning to clean that out any week now. Who knows, the smell might even grow on you(literally!). Oh yeah, I wrote you a little snake poem, cause you had snake in your name, so I figured you liked snakes. Welcome to these hallowed woods! We curtsy to your emerald grand. Gorge yourself on our verdant young. You shed well across sleeping foes. Tufts of husks, embittered greetings. Greedy jaws never leaving. They catch their breath amidst the snow. The folds and quakes protruding in place. You vomit asunder those you've put under. Bred the strong, the weak, and the slow. Your creases bleed in shapes of clovers. Molten licks in salt and sulfur. Rub your putrid skin all over. Iron bark buried deep as black eroder. Spilling your insides abreast. The scales harden under desert suns. Prey struggles in vain to prolong their death. Slither from whence you came. Crunch frail bones and consume whole. The dirt cakes and paves way to your home. Your children are strangers entangled in mold. Severing tails. Parasitic betrayals. The cold lays claim to your soul. A far cry from the suckle of bird nests, sand scuttles. Familiar waters to wade and soak. Memory serves its diminishing returns. A forked tongue swims out in search. Weary eyes yearn reprieve from the light. Sex with the night the only means to survive. Decay nips at the heels with every creak and turn. Your enemies prove fierce. Their numbers suffocate the world. By your lonesome you writhe. In your solitude you stay. To pick off the fools. To feast on the brave. Suffering no disease. All paths above reproach. A fierce whisper through the trees. On no meal do you choke. That's it. That's all I got. No refunds! We're the Tunnel Snakes 🐍 😆

Don't be intimidated by these louts, Pierre. For goodness' sake, Sooks picks his nose when he thinks no one is looking. You're safe here. No judgments. Share your deepest, darkest desires and depravities without as much as a second thought or so help me, I will weaponize this here birthday suit and make you rue the day. Capiche? I for one enjoyed your college essay. Reading people's personal FE history is always a pleasant pastime, since we can all relate such stories to some degree. Maybe post that retro collection of yours to flex a bit, or make sure to leave your own tributes on the Video Game Music thread. The machine hungers! Welcome to the dirt with stuff growing out of it. You're official now.

Aw crap, now we're obligated to wave hands and shake dicks? I hope you brought your hand sanitizer buddy, cause you're about to catch something and it's not Corona. Speaking of disgusting lightweight beverages, can I get you some water? Or perhaps offer you a nice egg in this trying time? We drink the eggs, eat the milk, and smoke the edibles here - you're gonna love it. Welcome to the game preserve!

Opinions are like toaster strudels; they look gooey and delicious on the outside, but once you bite into the meat of it it's just emptiness and diabetes. And this is a warm community, it's just that the last time we huddled for warmth some guy died from heat exhaustion. We do try though. Welcome back, yeah?

I remember playing this with my friends when it first came out. We were so captivated. We all watched each other play and shared the same game file. Hearing this makes me think of those long sleepless nights we'd spent huddled in the living room, taking turns, strategizing, getting scared out of our wits. I ended up doing the hedge maze with the dogs cause they were too scared, and then none of us wanted to do the parts with the regenerators, so that took forever. It was such a triumph to finally finish. I wonder if they heard this, would they remember those nights as fondly as I have? Who knows.