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Also, crucifiction's fallen out of style. Too fraught with symbolism.

Transformation's always been part of these games. CoC2 is actually rather subdued in that regard. I've never felt the need to shift my starting appearance drastically. Wound up with some black sclera after a date with Kasyrra, but it's not a big enough deal that I want to try getting Lilith's...

It's part of those vows she never got around to taking...

Be prepared to lose a week. The wedding's a well-executed rush job, but takes up all your time as a result.

And a herd of grandkids...

It's a political mess we're trying to circumvent. If Kiyoko didn't surrender her bloodline's legal rights at this point, the end result would likely be a civil war. Since that's something of a boner-killer, we're not going that way. Kiyoko and all descendants have no legal claim to their...

She'll be too busy dealing with all those eggs she woke up to for wandering.

Draw and code all possible variants, make sure the whole thing is completely modular and compatible with the game's code, and implement it in a way that makes it feel like it was always there. Sound like a lot of work for something insignificant? Because it is.

Except that most of us don't want to dig for the source code like that, especially because we're cursed to break such things by so much as breathing on them wrong. I've lost track, but honestly don't care enough to worry about it.

Upon the champion's death bed, it was asked who among her legions of children and grandchildren she would pass her legacy to. With a smile on her lips, she replied, "To the sluttiest."

No, that's right. The skills they teach have no class.

Altogether, my own character's pretty glad not to be nobility. I'd probably assume a scion had already given up all legal claims to whatever inheritance they might have had, and with it, any obligations to work to the family's advantage. They're out to seek their own fortune, instead of trying...

Make sure Brint's in your party.

And not getting any thinner.

Don't worry, they're being well cared-for, and I'm putting plenty of money into the nursery to help with the population crush.

She's gone feral, and is spending all her time mating with almost anything that'll let her.

Keep fucking the cow, keep getting calves. Past that, you'd have to ask Brint/Brienne's author.

Mine was raised as a noble's pet, with no real knowledge of her family. The noble's wife-to-be decided she didn't care for her fiance fucking the cat, and demanded he abandon her in the forest. From there, the adventure begins.

Lip, hand, boob... like I said, depends on what they want.

Catfolk, yes.