We're taking a break from kicking ass. This is great though now that I've gotten over the initial shock. I can just beat up these fake guys without hurting anyone that's actually real, and I feel... powerful. It's awesome. Once it got the ball rolling, it let me take over the controls. It's like Dragon Blazers and baseball had sex and had a baby, and then that baby grew up to be a smoking hot babe. ALSO!!! I can fucking make weed??? Like I just thought about it and a badass obsidian bong appeared along with some weed. Not sure how to smoke it yet, haven't figured out how to take the helmet thing off... especially since it just feels like it's literally my head.
...Wait nevermind the Eye says you were actually sort of right about the last thing. But there still isn't any fucking belt or "shadow crystal" or whatever the fuck.
A Shadow Crystal is exactly what I described it as. A Titan is a nonsapient destructive force that is created as the result of making a dark fountain inside of a dark world. And if you'd pay attention, you'd understand that I'm describing the system as it's INTENDED to be used. The absence of a belt, therefore your inability to turn it off, is a problem to solve.
the eyeball suck's and is evil dont do whatever bullshit its telling you to.
If you'd prefer to test your luck with the buffoon you're sharing a body with rather than the ORIGINAL USER OF YOUR ARMOR, then be my guest. I simply have a vested interest in ensuring that your partner does not defame the family's legacy.
I am n⦶t a H⦶liday, and the arm⦶r was created by me based ⦶n the design I saw when I made the Dreemurr child fight against ⦶ur future self. Eye d⦶ n⦶t care wh⦶ y⦶u think it bel⦶ngs t⦶. "This knight is pissing me ⦶ff. I'm the ⦶riginal Starwalker." Ha.
Well now I'm going to "defame the family legacy" on purpose just out of spite.