 Wait, does WoW have more furry races? Here's the thing, chat. WoW may have some furry races, but the difference is they are more sexualized in Final Fantasy XIV even if there's less of them. You're goddamn right they are. Ha ha ha ha! Yeah, that's awesome. Furries in chat, what the frick? You do your own my server? Yeah man, I play on Malboro because Crystal is where the content is, dude. When I was told that Crystal is the RP, don't play there, I was like, I'll see you guys later, I'm going to Crystal. What is that shield? What is wrong with my shield? It's an AQ-40 shield. So I want to go to LunarCon. I also am like only a couple main scenario quests away from Cape Westwind. Here's what we're going to do. So we'll get caught up on main story quests because we're not quite at Westwind yet, but I want to get caught up to it. Okay, here we go. Escape from Castrum Sentry. Here we go. Now go your preparations, S-Fan. We'll leave as soon as you're ready. Wherever the Empire goes, misery invariably follows in its wake. For the sake of all who call Aorzia home, we must put an end to Gaius's ambitions. But first, we have friends to rescue. Biggs, Wedge, and I lie in wait, east of Castrum Sentry, just outside the Stronghold's patrol perimeter. Don't forget to wear your disguise, or this will be the shortest rescue mission in history. Okay, hello, hello. Oh, I can't do this yet. Oh, I have to be disguised as an Imperial soldier to activate the quest. Okay. Imperial, Imperial, Imperial. Look, this is a good disguise. Obviously, they're gonna know that I'm part of the Imperial. Forgive me for saying so, but you cut quite a dashing figure in an Imperial Black and Crimson. But now is no time for jests. Okay, let's review the infiltration plan. Castrum Sentry lies just beyond. A short while ago, an Imperial patrol left to do its rounds. Alphano and I will create a diversion out there. Keep them occupied for as long as we're able. Meanwhile, the three of you will enter the Stronghold, posing as the patrol returning from duty. Should Alphano and I prove less distracting than hoped, I will contact you via link pearl. Be ready to beat a hasty retreat. That seemed a little unnecessary. Wedge will lead the way in the Reaper. Stay close to him. The Imperial patrol should be returning any moment now. You'd best be off. You have spirit. That I will allow. This is funny to me. Dude, the lip sync is terrible, dude. Can you believe that? You wish to be rid of the icons. Do you not? How come the metal mask doesn't move? Oh, frick. Smack your dumb ass. As you wish, my dear. It's your beard. Menphilia, you leave us no choice but to employ more rigorous methods of study. My lady, I got the shins since fourth grade. Oh, no. Oh, my apologies. I didn't notice you there. I was so engrossed in my task, you'd be engrossed to have the tribunous commanded. You did arrange for the prisoners to be transported? What prisoners do I speak of? Oh, you mean you haven't heard? Have a look in the storage tower when the next you pass this way. Try hard seven. Slash try hard seven. That's a fine salute. Anyway, welcome to Castrum Century, engineer. Oh, what prisoners? Yes, they're being held in the storage tower, but I strongly suggest you pay them no mind. You were summoned here to work and not to gop a day or see us defeated heroes. Now show a bit of enthusiasm or I'll have you reported. The Vortnian Devs like Star Wars? See, I thought the same thing. Like, it just reminded me of Star Wars, this whole thing. What a blood. It's all men. Forgive me for asking, but haven't you visited the storage tower recently? Have you? I only asked because I dropped something in there. And who am I fooling? I've fallen for one of the prisoners, all right? I dare say you know the one I mean. It's the Lafellon lass, I'm spinning. She's so adorable it hurts. I want to sweep her up into my arms and squeeze her into my arms. What do you think it would take to convince the Centurion to lend me the key so I can see her? All right, Biden. Did you know that Yoshi P made the Devs play cat and box so they could learn how to not make a game? True. Security's tight, just as we expected. We're going to need a special key if we want to get past this bulkhead. Might as well RP didn't sleep makes Frank. Yeah. Duty calls. Ooh. Wait, does Wild have more furry races? Here's the thing, Chapp. Wild may have some furry races, but the difference is they are more sexualized in Final Fantasy 14, even if there's less of them. You're goddamn right they are. Yeah, that's awesome. Furries and Chapp with the Frick. Manfilia and the rest. Oh, thank goodness they're safe. I am the one you want. Leave the others be. If you harm my friends, I swear I shall take my own life and you shall answer to your mistress. Tartario, we must do something. You're right. We may not get a better chance. Eliminate the intruders. You came. I'm coming. Okay, I'm reading chat. That was what, that was, that was, you know what, I'm just not going to read it anymore. I'm stuck. Dude, arrive late, 345? 380, rage of hello, we're in it. I'm doing these quests as Paladin until I hit a little 50 by the way. Can I kick? Oh, with the immune system I just didn't see it. Oh, well, as then, I was so scared. Thank you. I shuddered to think what might have happened had you not arrived when you did. Did you not see Thinkward anywhere? I'm beginning to fear for the fella. To linger here shall yield us no answer. Let us away, air the window to our liberty, close this shot. I do all men have the Southern draw. They don't, only like half of them do. Well, what did you say? Escape, then recapture them. Fail, and I shall have your head. And what have we here? The tribunous herself, just as you said. You have the eye of Powerman, Eda. Oh, oh. Well, she's kind of hard to miss in that showy armor of hers. A cursed scion. How did you slip our defenses? First, you must answer for your own wrongdoing, Livial, Liviasus Junius. More intruders, protect the tribunous. Oh, confound it, Eda, with me. Fan out and surround them. Now, wedge, don't do it. S-Fan, hold them off. I'll look after Minfilia to Taru. This infernal creation is shielded by energy, it's not its own. Whatever is generating it, she'll must be near. Find it, S-Fan. Okay. Oh, look at this guy. We label it in vain, till the beast be divested of its shield, our blows shall not find their mark. It's dead or injured. Oh, another one? Really, dude? They're all not getting away, bring forth the Colossus. So like, I can leave, animation goes away, and then I step into it and I won't get hit. Okay. That tri-poopy, I did it once, I didn't like it. You could have done that the whole time. What the? Pray, forgive us, heavily outnumbered. Stitch to your Magitek armor, fool of a lullaby. Well, excuse me, she's all yours if you think you can do any better. These boys are so different than the ones I gave them. This is Sid. Can you hear me? Can you hear me, Captain? I need you to count to the bar. Which is more pitiful, aorzea, or the masses that clamor for their implausible panaceas. What in the seven hells? What in the seven hells? It's here. They finished it. Ultima weapon. Look, there, beside the black wolf an Asian, an overlord, no less. His garba tests to that. Lahabrea, it could only be him. La Chubagabra. Face reveal? Face reveal? Oh, frick. Wait, what? Thankrid. Wait, what? Wait, what the heck? Seriously? No way. No way. Dude, talk about a plot twist. He was Lahabrea? No. No, this cannot be. This is so good, dude. We have to go now. This is good, dude. You belong in a museum. Dude, this is so good, man. And to think that it was I who suggested that Thankrid investigate the Asians. How could I have been so blind? Small wonder the enemy knew our every move and where to find us. People talk. The Alliance leaders take their hopes on the science, but now they believe us all dead or missing. We must go and offer them what assurances we can that defeat is not inevitable. Cryol, this is Minfilia. The situation may have taken an ill turn. Forgive me if I seem brusque. Ey yo, Minfilia, you want to turn off your phone? We're in the car. Wonderful. But the battle is far from over. Ey yo, Minfilia. If we stand together, there shall ever be hope of victory. The people of Eorzea falter for want of such hope. Let us bear to them the tidings that the scions of the Seventh Dawn are returned. I hope we can count on you. My regards to Grandfather. The pizza will be here soon. I am ready. Let us pay a visit to the Council of the Alliance leadership. So is the hair crazy because my frame rate is too high? Rally all available forces. I want them ready to move upon my word and relate to Slavsirin, the order to sail. That is all. The maelstrom stands ready, one of the flames. Ready as we'd like to be. I need only to give the word to Raul. Has there been no word from Ishgard? None. The dragons have got their tongues. Silent to the last, I was unwise to hope for better. What would stir the archbishop to open his holy mouth if not this? And he claims the fury for his guard. It is bad company or comedy. The Holy See has made its choice. We will proceed without its cooperation. I believe we are all acquainted with the terms of Black Wolf's ultimatum. We must agree upon a course of action. Not less than the fate of Eorzea hangs upon the decision of this council. Van Belsaugh claims to wield the power to smite primals. Should we yield to him, he pledges to rid the realm of its false gods, get off of resistance, and he swears that we shall share the primal's fate. Choose, we surrender all resistance. We must answer his one, for if but one surrenders, the rest shall surely fall. Let us pray for the wisdom to do right by all our peoples. Okay, so actually this is a good timing for us to go to Lunar Con.