The aftermath of the Kraken's defeat left the once-turbulent sea in a state of eerie calm. The raucous sounds of battle had subsided, replaced by the creaking of the ship and the distant cries of seagulls. Through the dissipating mist, the Bloody Barnacle approached a lone raft bobbing in the aftermath of the storm.
Upon the raft was tied a figure, battered and salt-soaked, yet defiant. Flynn "Crocblade" O'Sullivan, with his dark hair tousled by the wind and a tricorn hat with a vibrant feather held between his teeth. As soon as the fella notices the ship is headed towards him, he spits the hat on his chest and shouts.
"Ahoy there, me hearties! Seems I've danced a lively jig with the sea, but fate has led your ship to me. Name's Flynn, Flynn 'Crocblade' O'Sullivan. I would much appreciate it if your fine captain would allow me safety on his ship!"
The Captain notices the figure for the first time. “Ay, another newcomer? Seems as though they’re poppin’ up every which way I look! Welcome aboard!“
“Three of us? My, my. All these unreasonable things happening just as I come around. Once again I ask myself could this have to do with me? Greetings though sir!”
"Ahoy, me hearties! It seems I've become a part of the maritime decor with these knots," Flynn declared with a grin, rattling the bindings for effect. "Now, while I appreciate a good nautical theme, I was hoping someone with a kind heart and nimble fingers could help me part ways with these confining ties. What do you say, my new comrades?"
Angler helps untie them. He has surprisingly nimble fingers, for someone with fin-like hands.
*Holy moly there’s so many people interacting with so many people i’m getting turned around*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The aftermath of the Kraken's defeat left the once-turbulent sea in a state of eerie calm. The raucous sounds of battle had subsided, replaced by the creaking of the ship and the distant cries of seagulls. Through the dissipating mist, the Bloody Barnacle approached a lone raft bobbing in the aftermath of the storm.
Upon the raft was tied a figure, battered and salt-soaked, yet defiant. Flynn "Crocblade" O'Sullivan, with his dark hair tousled by the wind and a tricorn hat with a vibrant feather held between his teeth. As soon as the fella notices the ship is headed towards him, he spits the hat on his chest and shouts.
"Ahoy there, me hearties! Seems I've danced a lively jig with the sea, but fate has led your ship to me. Name's Flynn, Flynn 'Crocblade' O'Sullivan. I would much appreciate it if your fine captain would allow me safety on his ship!"
The Captain notices the figure for the first time. “Ay, another newcomer? Seems as though they’re poppin’ up every which way I look! Welcome aboard!“
“Three of us? My, my. All these unreasonable things happening just as I come around. Once again I ask myself could this have to do with me? Greetings though sir!”
"Ahoy, me hearties! It seems I've become a part of the maritime decor with these knots," Flynn declared with a grin, rattling the bindings for effect. "Now, while I appreciate a good nautical theme, I was hoping someone with a kind heart and nimble fingers could help me part ways with these confining ties. What do you say, my new comrades?"
“Yes I suppose I could try.” As he is untying the knots, Sergei introduces himself. “My name is Sergei. I was stuck in that Kraken you just saw for many years, and I’m good friends with the captain of this ship.”
"Ah, Sergei, me hearty, a true savior you are! Now, let me regale you all with a tale of cunning and survival," Flynn announced with theatrical flair. "You see, when that monstrous Kraken reared its tentacles, I had a choice to make. Sink or swim, as they say. But being the resourceful adventurer that I am, I opted for a third option: tie myself to this trusty raft."
With a dramatic sweep of his hand, Flynn gestured to the now-loosened knots, emphasizing his self-imposed predicament.
"Braving the stormy seas and dodging Kraken tantrums is no small feat, let me tell you. I've danced with the waves and serenaded the sea with my resilience," Flynn continued, his voice filled with the bravado of a seasoned storyteller. "So, Sergei, me friend, it seems I've been both the pirate and the treasure in this tale."
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
*200 Pages! Hurray for Nothic! Hurray for great thread! Hurray for triumph over Kraken!*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The aftermath of the Kraken's defeat left the once-turbulent sea in a state of eerie calm. The raucous sounds of battle had subsided, replaced by the creaking of the ship and the distant cries of seagulls. Through the dissipating mist, the Bloody Barnacle approached a lone raft bobbing in the aftermath of the storm.
Upon the raft was tied a figure, battered and salt-soaked, yet defiant. Flynn "Crocblade" O'Sullivan, with his dark hair tousled by the wind and a tricorn hat with a vibrant feather held between his teeth. As soon as the fella notices the ship is headed towards him, he spits the hat on his chest and shouts.
"Ahoy there, me hearties! Seems I've danced a lively jig with the sea, but fate has led your ship to me. Name's Flynn, Flynn 'Crocblade' O'Sullivan. I would much appreciate it if your fine captain would allow me safety on his ship!"
The Captain notices the figure for the first time. “Ay, another newcomer? Seems as though they’re poppin’ up every which way I look! Welcome aboard!“
“Three of us? My, my. All these unreasonable things happening just as I come around. Once again I ask myself could this have to do with me? Greetings though sir!”
"Ahoy, me hearties! It seems I've become a part of the maritime decor with these knots," Flynn declared with a grin, rattling the bindings for effect. "Now, while I appreciate a good nautical theme, I was hoping someone with a kind heart and nimble fingers could help me part ways with these confining ties. What do you say, my new comrades?"
“Yes I suppose I could try.” As he is untying the knots, Sergei introduces himself. “My name is Sergei. I was stuck in that Kraken you just saw for many years, and I’m good friends with the captain of this ship.”
"Ah, Sergei, me hearty, a true savior you are! Now, let me regale you all with a tale of cunning and survival," Flynn announced with theatrical flair. "You see, when that monstrous Kraken reared its tentacles, I had a choice to make. Sink or swim, as they say. But being the resourceful adventurer that I am, I opted for a third option: tie myself to this trusty raft."
With a dramatic sweep of his hand, Flynn gestured to the now-loosened knots, emphasizing his self-imposed predicament.
"Braving the stormy seas and dodging Kraken tantrums is no small feat, let me tell you. I've danced with the waves and serenaded the sea with my resilience," Flynn continued, his voice filled with the bravado of a seasoned storyteller. "So, Sergei, me friend, it seems I've been both the pirate and the treasure in this tale."
“Ah. Yes. You are lucky I’m a great listener my friend. Despite your tale, you glazed over the detail of your name!”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
“Ah. I see. Never mind then I suppose. I value my life. You wouldn’t happen to have drinks here? You can tell me tales of the past years while I recuperate.”
“Wise choice, but I fear this knowledge will become unavoidable all too soon. For now, though, it shall remain secret.”
“As for drink, we have plenty. Just head down belowdecks and talk to Em, if she’s around. Ever since Alistair disappeared, she’s been far less consistent. I can hardly blame her.”
“I will gladly do so.” He sort of stumbles around the ship until he gets below deck. “Sorry, I haven’t been able to walk this far in a long time. Say, is this some kind of on board bar?”
*This got a little buried in the last page Nothic dunno if you saw it or not*
“Aye, the Bloody Barnacle. My pride and joy. She’s quite different from my past ship, Silver Ghost. I’m sure you remember her. Sunk by Shieldings a cycle ago.”
He leads Sergei belowdecks.
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
"Aye, Sergei, you've got the ears of a true seafarer, and I'd be remiss not to properly introduce meself," Flynn declared, a theatrical glint in his eye. "The name's Flynn 'Crocblade' O'Sullivan, a wanderer of the waves and a master of daring escapades. Now that I'm unshackled from the clutches of the sea, I'm ready to make a splash with you fine gents!"
With a wink, Flynn extended a hand in a friendly gesture
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Kohirun has emerged from belowdecks, clutching a halberd all of you could swear she didn’t have before. It’s shaft looks made of the same material her armor is, but the “axe” and “spear” are made completely of ice. She tries out a few flourishes before noticing Laughter’s wax cylinder. “I could swear my mom has one of those.”
Laughter snorts before writing a note. I assure you she does not have one of these. There are many wax cylinders, but there are very few Argus Originals.
“My parents are both goddesses, so I assure you it is completely possible.”
Possible does not mean likely. He seems agitated. I've tracked down all the originals, I just can't get them without help.
“Okay, okay. I heard our Captain has two, and you’ve got one, so that leaves four. Now, just an idea, these things are extremely hard to find. That means our enemies will have a hard time finding them. As long as we have the three that we do, they can’t assemble all of them. Bringing them all together will just make it easier for our enemies to get them, so how about we leave them alone?”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
“My parents are both goddesses, so I assure you it is completely possible.”
Possible does not mean likely. He seems agitated. I've tracked down all the originals, I just can't get them without help.
“Okay, okay. I heard our Captain has two, and you’ve got one, so that leaves four. Now, just an idea, these things are extremely hard to find. That means our enemies will have a hard time finding them. As long as we have the three that we do, they can’t assemble all of them. Bringing them all together will just make it easier for our enemies to get them, so how about we leave them alone?”
They can track each other. If they get even one they can get them all. That's why stealing this one was so important.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Ah. I see. Never mind then I suppose. I value my life. You wouldn’t happen to have drinks here? You can tell me tales of the past years while I recuperate.”
“Wise choice, but I fear this knowledge will become unavoidable all too soon. For now, though, it shall remain secret.”
“As for drink, we have plenty. Just head down belowdecks and talk to Em, if she’s around. Ever since Alistair disappeared, she’s been far less consistent. I can hardly blame her.”
“I will gladly do so.” He sort of stumbles around the ship until he gets below deck. “Sorry, I haven’t been able to walk this far in a long time. Say, is this some kind of on board bar?”
*This got a little buried in the last page Nothic dunno if you saw it or not*
“Aye, the Bloody Barnacle. My pride and joy. She’s quite different from my past ship, Silver Ghost. I’m sure you remember her. Sunk by Shieldings a cycle ago.”
He leads Sergei belowdecks.
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
“My goodness. Cairn, this is your ship? It’s a beauty. This crowd reminds me of The Soaring Angel on that fatal cruise.” He orders a fruit smoothie. “I still have an appetite for fruit.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
A pale hand appears
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIWFlDmfIQQ
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Holy moly there’s so many people interacting with so many people i’m getting turned around*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Ah, Sergei, me hearty, a true savior you are! Now, let me regale you all with a tale of cunning and survival," Flynn announced with theatrical flair. "You see, when that monstrous Kraken reared its tentacles, I had a choice to make. Sink or swim, as they say. But being the resourceful adventurer that I am, I opted for a third option: tie myself to this trusty raft."
With a dramatic sweep of his hand, Flynn gestured to the now-loosened knots, emphasizing his self-imposed predicament.
"Braving the stormy seas and dodging Kraken tantrums is no small feat, let me tell you. I've danced with the waves and serenaded the sea with my resilience," Flynn continued, his voice filled with the bravado of a seasoned storyteller. "So, Sergei, me friend, it seems I've been both the pirate and the treasure in this tale."
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
*200 Pages! Hurray for Nothic! Hurray for great thread! Hurray for triumph over Kraken!*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*I am getting a little sea sick writing and reading all these posts:)*
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
“Ah. Yes. You are lucky I’m a great listener my friend. Despite your tale, you glazed over the detail of your name!”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"I am ALIVE!" Suire stands up
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"Oh, and I need to ask you all. Is there a toll to get on here? I've heard there is but I want to confirm."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
“Aye, the Bloody Barnacle. My pride and joy. She’s quite different from my past ship, Silver Ghost. I’m sure you remember her. Sunk by Shieldings a cycle ago.”
He leads Sergei belowdecks.
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Aye, Sergei, you've got the ears of a true seafarer, and I'd be remiss not to properly introduce meself," Flynn declared, a theatrical glint in his eye. "The name's Flynn 'Crocblade' O'Sullivan, a wanderer of the waves and a master of daring escapades. Now that I'm unshackled from the clutches of the sea, I'm ready to make a splash with you fine gents!"
With a wink, Flynn extended a hand in a friendly gesture
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
*Huzzar!*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“Okay, okay. I heard our Captain has two, and you’ve got one, so that leaves four. Now, just an idea, these things are extremely hard to find. That means our enemies will have a hard time finding them. As long as we have the three that we do, they can’t assemble all of them. Bringing them all together will just make it easier for our enemies to get them, so how about we leave them alone?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Angler looks over. "So? We're all alive." *He didn't see the dead body lol*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Suire cackles and looks at everyone his eyes now a blood yellow
"LICH!" Blackflame jumps into the air and whips out his weapon
Suire initiative: 12
Blackflame initiative: 9
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
“Doubtful, considering I just removed your liver.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
They can track each other. If they get even one they can get them all. That's why stealing this one was so important.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*gtg for dinner. be back soon*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Captain initiative: 20
*worth noting that damage taken during the kraken fight carries over to this one.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“My goodness. Cairn, this is your ship? It’s a beauty. This crowd reminds me of The Soaring Angel on that fatal cruise.” He orders a fruit smoothie. “I still have an appetite for fruit.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*Where is this happening and does Flynn know what's happening?*
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail