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Hyperdimension Dwarf Fortress Quest 69

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You are Urist Twelfthbay, the moe personification of Dwarf Fortress. In an ideal universe, you'd be a short, sturdy (and bearded) creature fond of drink and industry, running your own fortresses and basing their economies around increasingly inventive ways to murder anything and anyone that moves.

Instead, you live in Gamindustri, so you're a cute little girl. Right now, you're trapped in the body of a cute bikini-clad goddess, one that doesn't even have the decency to have night vision or crippling alcoholism. There really is no justice in the universe.

... though honestly, you really can't complain, can you? Not when you've got a glitching giant cave spider pinned to the cavern floor, CPU Purple Heart's ridiculous divine sword punching through void-hardened chitin and stone with disturbing ease.

Used to be that you couldn't even touch any of the damn spiders in melee; they'd just vomit webs at you and inject neurotoxins directly into your fucking head while you were sprawled out against the ground. And here you are, one leg propped up on the spider's body, with your boot grinding against the ruins of its head like it's no big deal.

Combat's a hell of a lot easier when you've got the power of flight, and when you've got another goddess of all things Sega (among other people) giving you backup, isn't it?

"Whew... everyone okay?" Mojang slides off her ledge and hits the ground jogging, not putting away her bow or arrows. As usual, she briefly glances toward Neptune (in your body) before blushing and turning to address you (in Neptune's body). Force of habit, you suppose. "Oneechan, that should be enough, right?"