The Trumpeters have a strong lust for the annihilation of humanity,
but that cannot be the only reason why they have been so willing to fight the Machine Angels, even though they too are on the brink of extinction.
They must have some desperate reason.

For a long time, the 3rd U.N. Emergency Force was the only military organisation on Earth until the formation of the Grand Army.
Its main force consisted of the Machine Angels and Angel ships armed with cybernetics.
That Edelweiss is one of the few remaining equipments.

The UN is a religious organisation whose ultimate goal is the survival of the human race
and whose origins can be traced back to before the 'Starry Night'.
For example, your friend Atla, who looks after divine objects, is an official of UNESCO.

There is no God.
There is only a poorly-made god-ish thingy, a vengeance-mad Trumpeters against humanity
and mad machines who devote themselves entirely to the salvation of humanity.
Funny. There is no salvation.

These Enlightened... They're 'forward-looking' for having lost their master, don't you think?
There seems to be some irresistible reason for it.

It was not a easy thing to become a machine angel in any way.
They had to cut up and tear down themselves that they hated and overwrite the self they wanted to be and couldn't be.
That's how they become "Angels". I don't like that.

The Trumpeters "purified" people who had committed the seven deadly sins.
In short, they tried to erase the entire human race.
However, we must eat to survive.We have to preserve our species.
We can't survive without physiological drives.

The planet has a distorted spherical shape due to the "Starry Night".
So it has always had the same surface facing the sun. The sky does not change over time.

The Grand Army was formed under the guise that it was an organisation for mankind to defend themselves with mankind's own hands.
In reality, it is not. It was formed as an organisation to protect the Machine Angels.
because they couldn't stand the sight of the Machine Angels being torn to pieces fighting for humanity day after day.
Now that all the Great Seven Angels are dead, i wonder what they exist for.

The Trumpeters decided to begin the Apocalypse on their own.
Perhaps it was not to bring people back to faith...

There are 12 fortified cities on this planet, each with a population of around 12,000.
Citadel, Gideon, Providence, Uru, and ...well, I don't remember the exact names of the rest...
12,000 is not a very big population. You could count them on finger of your ... one, two, three... 12000! You see?

The planet is called Terra-0001. It used to be called simply "Earth".
...There used to be so many planets that could be called Earth. This is the only one that survived the apocalypse.

Blobs are indeterminate creatures. Not much of a threat, though,
I wonder what you would think if you knew that that was the end result of the Enlightened.

The moon and the earth were destroyed on the Starry Night,
the rotation stopped and the concepts of time and calendar were lost... not exactly.
The cesium needed to define a second still exists.
The planet still completes an orbit around the sun in about 365 days, albeit with some deviations.

The Trumpeters and their army thoroughly destroyed all traces of human science and culture in the Iron Age.
The objects, science, technology and culture that survived the cataclysm are called Divine Objects.
These include the U.N.S. Edelweiss in satellite orbit, the wreckage of the U.N.S. Citadel from which the CItadel City was derived.

All the "Angels" who could not die that day, that night, are all cowards.

Demons are beings of absolute evil.
So... if demons were to do good deeds, good deeds would become evil deeds.
The world would be turned upside down.

The Trumpeters and their army seem to think that humanity is responsible for God's absence.
But it seems that they were shallow in their estimation that the Lord would return
if they showed their loyalty by slaughtering unbelieving humanity.

United Nations, huh?
What is nations. There are no so-called nations any more. There are cities, or maybe towns at best.

The Apocalypse that the Trumpeters brought about on their own did not go as they expected.
They faced a fierce backlash from the Machine Angels who decided to side with humanity.

After the "Starry Night", pre-Machine Angels crawled out onto the earth and they saw what was happening to humanity.
It was at this time that a decisive change seemed to have taken place within them.

The Fruit of the Ephemeral purified the Sleeping God.
But the transformation brought about by the Enlightement wave that the Sleeping God had unleashed was irreversible.
The transformed citizens of the former Citadel now serve the trumpeters of the Apocalypse.

On "Starry Night", 72 Machine Angels gave themselves up to protect this planet by becoming mechanical ships.
I've heard something similar.
Another planet not here, that one was around Cetus, i think...

The Fruit of the Ephemeral is not just a weapon of mass destruction.
It is a relic that purifies all sinful beings.
A divine object, in other words, your colleague.

The Great Seven Angels...
The really great ones all died on the Starry Night.
They were all useless mooks back then.

I know it's not nice to put it this way, but...the Great Seven Angels were incapable of being saviours of humankind.
All they had was compassion and fortitude. There are so many things that cannot be helped by these things.
That's why they suffered and died without any rewards. Pathetic ones.

The Organa... they are martyrs for a noble cause that can only be achieved in the flesh.
You know how hard to survive on this damned place in the flesh.
They call themselves meatbags, but they're still respectable people.

The portable rations widely used in the Citadel, known as 'fuel rods', have a surprising number of hidden admirers.
I wouldn't say anything bad about the taste of this thing in public.
(thanks to Young Erusean Officer for this one)

What's the point of fanning with a DA revolver? You could just pull the trigger faster.
Can you fanning with a DA revolver in the first place?

If you add what you like to what you like, you should get what you love.
Instead, it gets harder and harder to match.
You've made mistakes too, haven't you?

You say credits are too simple? It can't be helped, I'm running the place all by myself.
Shall i add a stew recipe to the credits to make them longer?

Why can't thet just ride over a little bump?
Why bother going the long way round or looking for the key?

I used to be into magic tricks.
I practiced a lot to do a certain trick that you pul lcards out of your mouth.
Only i could find was that i could only fit a deck in my mouth.

The upstairs is a visitor's area.
I rarely have guests though.
That's why i turned one of the rooms into a storage room.

Even if it is a primitive society where there is no currency,
If there is human communication, then there is indeed a currency,
such as the exchange of hearts and roles.

Heresy! Heresy!
This image is not a power of two in length and width!!!!
How dreadful... How horrifying...

Do you play games? Have you heard of the multi-ending element?
It's a wonderful feature that allows you to have more than one ending song.

Someone has built two new ones while i've been busy building this place.
He's building a third one soon. He's hell of a guy.


I swear to you, it is more accurate and faster to use one gun well than to do two pistols or two shotguns.
...You say I don't want to do it? Of course i want to.

This is a blessed sacrament with a thousand names, handed down since the Iron Age.
Many battles were fought over this name. However, its true name is baked mochocho.

Some landscapes have been completely lost under the influence of the Fruit of the Ephemeral.
It completely destroyed the 'box of the sky'.

You see the terrain here, it's bumpy. It didn't exist in the Citadel before.
You can see how hard the Fruit of the Ephemeral has affected this world.

A tungsten axe would probably be too hard and the blade would probably fall off very quickly.
But tungsten is cool. I'm sure some extraordinary technology has gone into it.

Tokens appear in your pocket on their own whenever you defeat a certain number of enemies.
Creepy.

These lyrics are about me...

I once released an ASMR called 50 Truths or Trash.
Nobody believed what i said.

When the blobs come together and fuse, they become those grotesque, floating monstrosities.
Luckily they don't fuse in front of you. It's just too difficult to implement.

What's wrong with loving something beautiful or lovely?

There are times in life when you have to make hard decisions.
For example, if you are going to implement manual operation of guns,
you have to avoid creative gun designs to avoid confusion.

Karen's my name. Why didn't i tell you?
It's more mysterious that way, isn't it?

For example, let's say i invite a guest from somewhere else.
It is quite difficult to get them to stay without destroying the atmosphere of the place.

Sin. The earth was once a place full of sin.
For example, it tastes good to make rice balls with spiced salt.

Sin. The earth used to be a place full of sins.
For example, deep frying up a block of butter.

There are several advantages to running a one-person operation.
Especially the fact that you can have just what you like.
You should try it yourself.

I don't like mazes.
Even less do i like looking for keys in mazes.
Do you like mazes?

Isn't it strange that one person can carry 10 weapons, you say?
There's nothing strange about it. Your total weight is 0.5 tonnes.

I've been trying to improve this place for four years now.
I liked the old place, and that was the best i could do at the time,
but i had some regrets, so i'm building a new one like this.
What am I talking about? Here, I'm talking about here.

Hey! This isn't a gangsta-style sideways kill shot.
It's a centre-axis relock.
How many times have I told you that?

I used to write novels.
But i was never very good at it. I'm still not very good at it.

If you find anything unusual, could you bring it to me? I haven't got anything to decorate my place.

The enemies you face in the form of soldiers become stronger in proportion to the number you defeat.
If you have tokens, you can weaken them.

There are forbiden arts that disturb the world's reason.
Doing good deeds in the body of a demon? Well, that's one thing, but there's something even more terrifying.
"Putting macros within macros" and "calling events more often than the frame rate" are the good examples.

When you run a business by yourself, you don't have time to play.
However, if you don't play, you don't develop your sense.
It's a difficult problem.

Here's a riddle: when is a tungsten axe like a ritual instrument of forgiveness.
I'll tell you: whenever you want it to be.

The "Angels" you humans worship are not actually angels,
Your enemies, the "Demons", are not actually demons.
It's a simple story, but it's complicated when you talk like this.

There are many things that the Fruit of the Ephemeral has burn away.
For example, Akimbo technology was completely lost.
It didn't fit the new system.

If the angel ship could have transformed into a gigantic humanoid robot,
it could have brought peace through the power of song.
Oops, human culture is the thing the Trumpeters hate the most.
(thanks to Young Erusean Officer for this one)

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