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jonknowsnothing5mthCommentedWhat sucks about this is that he'll be stuck as a sequence 9 for over a year before he can advance, if I'm reading things right.
Ritual: Ingest the potion after witnessing the end of the soon-to-be-crowned Fool Klein Moretti, without coming into contact with Angel of the Visionary Pathway Adam in Tingen City in 1349.- jonknowsnothing5mthReplied to NoBookNoLife
What, you didn't notice anything off when the baby made his nurse maid moan from breast feeding?
[MAKE A WOMAN ORGASM 1/1 ONE POINT ADDED] - jonknowsnothing7mthReplied to Marine0IQ
I get that, I just don't understand why he didn't modify the whole thing to *not* turn him into a monster. Like, would you consider Spider-man literally being able to turn into a massive anthropomorphic spider to be an upgrade to his canon power set? Even if it made him a bit stronger, more agile and so on, the drawbacks don't seem worth it. I guess I always assumed that the insanity *and* turning into a 10 foot tall reptile abomination were equally unwanted side effects of a rushed and ill planned job of the original Peter. That he would follow Gwen's example of getting powers that are integrated into his body without some horrifying transformation.
His fingers twitched as they extended into exceedingly sharp, claw-like appendages, his skin extending along with him, reddish-brown scales rippling on them, growing from his arm to crawling up his neck and his face before elongating into large spines that intertwined into thick armor. - jonknowsnothing7mthReplied to Marine0IQ
Uh huh, You didn't mention royalties till the next chapter, only the scholarship and rented out equipment. I can't what's not there.
"Well, that explains a fuck ton...", Peter muttered to himself, surprised at the resourcefulness of the former Peter. - jonknowsnothing7mthCommented
Yeah, this is why the whole transformation is silly. Cool in an edgy way? Sure. But also incredibly impracticable in that it's inherently inhuman and will take time to adapt to, is glaringly villainous in form, which will drag so many unnecessary problems into Peter's lap, can't be accessed with any kind of ease in public places like a costume change would, and so on.
'I need to gain a hold of my new strength', he thought in trepidation as he saw his clothes and bag get ripped to shreds while the woman outside began screaming. He felt eight other minds enter his mental field beelining to his position at great speed, whom he assumed were the police. - jonknowsnothing7mthCommented
Wait, wasn't the whole point of adapting Gwen's DNA so that he gets all the benefits of reptile-whatever without having to turn into some monstrous side form? Like, all the spider-people remain outwardly human and can access their abilities innately without any kind of transformation? Why can't uber genius Peter do the same? Feels like a step down for his power to be locked into a transformation state like the Hulk.
His fingers twitched as they extended into exceedingly sharp, claw-like appendages, his skin extending along with him, reddish-brown scales rippling on them, growing from his arm to crawling up his neck and his face before elongating into large spines that intertwined into thick armor. - jonknowsnothing7mthCommented
Yeah, sure, fine, but why lie about it to Gwen. He's falling into the classic Parker pit of lying and keeping secrets.
On the other hand, RMRS (Rapid Muscle Regenesis Syndrome) was something that he'd pulled out of his ass to explain his rapid climb to health and increased muscle mass. He could use that as an excuse for a few other things, as he really did not want to be pressured into sharing his serums with other people. - jonknowsnothing7mthCommented
Why lie?
"Ahem...fair enough. It's called RMRS (Rapid Muscle Regenesis Syndrome). I possess genetic variations that lead to hyperactivation of pathways involved in muscle protein synthesis, optimal myogenic satellite cell activation and a damn good metabolism - too good actually. My body almost began devouring itself when I barely ate. As far as I know, I'm the only one with it, but my father could've had it too." - jonknowsnothing7mthCommented
No mighty midget wolverine? Aww man...
Captain America's personal squad had a Bucky Barnes who looked like Sebastian Stan, and a James Howlett who suspiciously looked like a younger version of Hugh Jackman. - jonknowsnothing7mthCommented
So, original Peter made a discovery that could have netted him international love and fame, not to mention billions of dollars, and instead he got a college scholarship and some lab equipment he has to give back eventually? Yes, so resourceful...
"Well, that explains a fuck ton...", Peter muttered to himself, surprised at the resourcefulness of the former Peter. - jonknowsnothing9mthCommented
Should have stuck to the theme of one part of the name pointing to the demigod's parentage. Like Katie Gardner or Lee Fletcher. Or just had a normal name like most of the characters in canon.
"Chionothýella Pagos. That's you, right? I don't believe I got the name wrong." - jonknowsnothing10mthCommented
Uh huh... Daemon with Dark Sister is beaten down twice, while 14 year old Clement has no trouble.
Suddenly weaponless, the knight attempted to retrieve a dagger from his waist, but Clement was already one step ahead. With a swift and calculated move, he hooked the blade of his axe around Ser Criston's leg and yanked it out from under him, sending the knight crashing to the ground in agony. - jonknowsnothing10mthCommented
I really hope the MC doesn't beat him. The kid has been training for like 3 years, if that, and Cole is more or less the best warrior in all of Westeros.
"Ser Criston Cole wishes to continue to a contest of arms!" the herald bellowed, his voice ringing out over the bloodthirsty crowd. The spectators erupted into a frenzy of cheers and insults, eager for more action. - jonknowsnothing10mthCommented
Utterly bodying a future kingsguard at 14 years old, in his first ever joust and subsequent duel, feels a little over indulgent.
With measured steps, both of the warriors closed the gap between them, now only a mere seven feet apart. Without hesitation, Ser Arryk seized the initiative and delivered the first strike. With a fluid motion, he lifted his blade high into the air and brought it crashing down towards Clement in a horizontal arc. But the young man, with his lithe and slender frame, effortlessly sidestepped the blow. As he did, he swiftly dropped his axe to the ground and hooked one of Ser Arryk's feet with it, yanking it to the side with all his might. The knight, caught off balance, stumbled and tumbled to the ground with a loud clatter of his armor. - jonknowsnothing10mthCommented
Listen to the man, Clement.
"Ribbons, milord?" Harlon seemed surprised. Forgive me, milord, but armor is not the same as a dress…." - jonknowsnothing10mthCommented
Yikes.
Clement nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I was thinking of some red ribbons on the helmet and a few more on the arms." - jonknowsnothing10mthCommented
Of the ship?
On his trusty steed, Clement strode through the inner depths of the town with an air of calm assurance. The hustle and bustle of the marketplace surrounded him, as men and women hauled crates and goods to and fro, their voices raised in lively chatter. The metallic ring of blacksmiths' hammers filled the air, blending with the salty scent of the sea that permeated the growing town. As the new co-owner of the ship, Clement had overseen great changes in the place, including the construction of smooth stone roads in the port area, and the expansion of the bustling marketplace. Ships of every size and shape filled the harbor, their sails billowing in the wind. New buildings were sprouting up everywhere, their wooden skeletons standing tall amid the bustle of construction. - jonknowsnothing10mthCommented
What? Westeros is an intensely martial culture and for a young lord or heir to be unskilled in combat will at best cripple their reputation, if not literally cripple them in the battles and wars that pop up every generation.
"I suppose," Bartimos scoffed. "But what use is skill in combat on this isle?" - jonknowsnothing10mthCommented
When did the MC go from an ambitious adult in a child's body to a whiny child in a child's body?
"But I hate listening to him talking about taxes and tariffs, ignoring every advice by the steward." Clement rolled his eyes. "I mean, why is he so obsessed with taxes? Soon enough, he'll tax everything." - jonknowsnothing10mthCommented
Clement should know how stupidly dangerous tournaments are. And that's even for fully grown adult knights with a decade plus of experience. Let alone a 13 or 14 year old boy with only a year or two of training.
"What? He doesn't want me to join a tourney? That's bullshit." Clement scoffed. "I'm approaching my twelfth name day. Surely he could drop his overprotectiveness."