... just the usual...
AGE
nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
CLASS
rust knight
UNSORTED
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Feb 28, 2023 15:55:20 GMT
Post by Corsen Russell on Feb 28, 2023 15:55:20 GMT
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rust knight - level: 01
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There's irony to be had in someone as photosensitive as Corsen being blessed by the Light. Unfortunately, that bit of humor is the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. She's a bit more concerned with her survival, so in a way, not much has changed, but then again it seems everything has. Not too long ago the frail girl was taking her chances in splitting from the only place she'd known as home and now she was... Where ever here was? [break][break] Maybe a bit of the confusion she felt could be explained away as a bit of lag. Earth did spend an extra day on converting Japan, and Corsen has been loading in for a while now. [break][break] Just earlier she had regathered the only things she had felt she truly owned, all of which fit in a plastic bag hung on the crook of a rusty iron pipe she had saddled over one shoulder. She had pulled on a heavy black hoodie over a tall-necked top and her favorite skirt to obscure her pale skin from the sun as she hurried away from a prison she had quietly allowed herself to accept. [break][break] But now, instead of sunlight, she found the neon glow of signs she couldn't read forcing her to shield her eyes, the blare of advertisements for all manner of cyberpunk style augment and new-you marketing forcing her to turn up her MP3 players, stuck in her hoodie pocket and blaring now through a pair of garishly orange headphones. [break][break] She startles, stopping in her tracks as a message from Earth springs up in front of her and a wall goes up behind her, locking off the tutorial area she's now been transported to. Everything's different, and now she has to deal with a class, with Earth commenting on her diet? What does any of this even mean? Her rather flat expression twists with frustration as yet another system notification pops up in front of her... She squints at the screen, mumble-reading it aloud. "Rid the area of all enemies within the alloted 12 hours... Rust Knight Mission: Submit to a court of your betters to find success...?"[break][break] Corsen runs a hand through her white hair, appreciative of the small mercy of it suddenly being night, and just huffs a sigh. Takes a moment to pinch her cheek, leaving a glaringly prominent mark. Nope, didn't wake up. This is reality then? Well... Fuck. [break][break] |
 [break] Corsen Russell
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PWR: 13 [E][break]
DEF: 06 [F][break]
SPD: 08 [F][break]
MAGI: 13 [E][break]
VIT: 08 [F][break]
WIL: 10 [F][break][break]
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Entertain me~
AGE
19
PRONOUNS
He | Him
SEXUALITY
Hetero-Demisexual
CLASS
Divine Champion
UNSORTED
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Post by Koyu on Mar 1, 2023 23:00:01 GMT
CHAPTER 1: ROT, CURSE, & PRAY TUTORIAL In his seat, he was to yawn, the steam of his freshly brewed coffee masking his tired face from his stern father. Alas though, him trying to conceal the fact that he had been up late last night was futile. It made his dad quite concerned though. Koyu refused to go to college despite his talents, causing his only parent left to worry for the future of his dear son. In the face of the boy, the father was to sigh, his sigh penetrating the heart of his child whom has been within quite the slump.
In spite of that though, the young man was to roll his eyes, trying not to worry very much about what his father thought of his lifestyle. Koyu could not help though but feel that this world, this mundane reality that humanity has crafted, did not suit him. It sapped motivation from his very being, every drop of muse that may drive the college age boy.
Kun Kamamoto: "Koyu, take out the trash. Oh- and I sure hope you know that you were born with privilege, son. It is crucial for those who have the power to help those who may be less fortunate. It is vital for these people to contribute to society, you know?"
It bothered him; Koyu could care less about those less fortunate. In truth, he just wanted to have fun, was that too much to ask for though? Koyu never asked to be born the son of a famous soccer player, nor did he feel required to help others he had not an ounce of respect for. It was quite a cruel outlook on life, yes, but who cares? It is better to pursue your own desires within life, than serve others, people that just want to merely benefit from you, and nothing more.
Koyu had fallen far from the tree that had bore him, and that was just fine to him. Koyu slumped his head, before then standing up from his chair, placing his coffee down on the table. In an unmotivated amble, he clutched the trash bag, opening the door to their Seoul estate. It was a bright day, perhaps too bright to be frank. Koyu preferred the rain to the pestering light of the sun. Anywho- time to take the trash out to the cur-
Koyu: "Oi- Papa, do you see this.. ?"
In the face of the boy, a message appeared before him? It read along the lines of 'xD this planet sucks! I am giving everyone classes to fight monsters!' but what did this even mean? Is perhaps Koyu dreaming? It could be. Koyu may have gone batshit from his NEET activities, he surely would not be surprised, nor would others be. However, suddenly, then his father was to shout out to Koyu that he saw a similar message before him now.
It must not be a dream? It could still be, but the boy had his doubts. In recent times, weird anomalies have begun happening, starting with those odd meteors a few years ago now. Is this related to that? Koyu had no way of being sure but he was to play along with this message to him that was now prompting him to pick his class? Oh? you mean like a video game? Koyu was to smile, nervously laughing to himself just for a short moment, before then carefully examining his options that were presented to him.
Koyu: "Uh~ ahaha, I will choose Divine Champion!"Once he had selected his class, the next prompt was to show up before him. It now was asking him to complete the tutorial for the nation of Japan, saying that the small nation was to require assistance from him and that his task was to rescue any defenseless NPCs from harm. Okay, wait, what!? Koyu was to raise his brow, curious to what this system meant by that? Eh~ so- Koyu was to take on this tutorial then, but he could not help but continue to wonder what was even happening here?
It was a dream, right? It must be, cause how the hell was this reality? If this was his new reality though, this maybe could be quite fun, perhaps. In the background, his pops though was to struggle with the concept of what was occurring, but he was to play along with the prompts, as he had no other choice but not to. However, where may these tutorial prompts take these two unique talents of Japan? In this new digital game world, they were to need to carve new legacies, or a legacy- If they have yet to before.
In the loading time of what felt to be an eternity, Koyu was to be made unconscious, asleep. However, then, before he even noticed he was out cold, the young man then awoke- It was not the city of Seoul. Indeed, this must be Japan, but what caused the change of Tokyo this rapidly? Koyu was to smile with glee. It has been a while, Japan~ the man thought to himself. Koyu was to stand, his stature tall compared to the woman he found beside him with a rusted pipe. Oh? It must be that she was granted a class too, right? Koyu was to open his mouth, his glee for the thrill of this brand new Tokyo painted across his eerie face.
Koyu: "Yo~ no need to pinch your cheek, sweetheart. It should be obvious now, this our new reality. Oh~ I missed you, my dear Tokyo."
In the heart of Tokyo, Koyu's eyes were to light up with a fire. It was beautiful; Koyu has dreamt of cyberpunk cityscapes adorned with neon lights, but never once had thought that one day, that this was to become reality. It dazzled the young man to his very core.
Koyu: "Hm~ Miss, you have an assignment, right? I do too. I have to be frank though, I hate the one I received."
It was clear Koyu was not quite motivated with the objective that was granted to him, but he had no choice but to follow the mission. PWR: 13 | DEF: 12 | SPD: 8
MAGI: 11 | VIT: 10 | WIL: 7| LUCK: 0 |
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24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
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Post by Henry Reese on Mar 3, 2023 7:01:51 GMT
| On the fast track to game over Yet we keep on playing @nobody |
The TV in the corner of the bar flickers with static as some roughneck biker fiddles with the antenna, the news was covering the monolithic pillars that had been rising from the ground and devastating cities all over the world. Key word being Was. Once everyone got their message from "Earth-chan" and got assigned their classes, communication was cut as everyone loaded into their respective tutorials. At least that's what Henry assumes happened to everyone, it was certainly what happened to him as he stares down at his functionless phone, then back to the bottle of sake in his hand. Sake. Heh. Just an hour ago he had been blindly stumbling through the streets of Berlin as he bemoaned his idiocy and worthlessness, now he was in Japan. [break] "What a fucking joke." He mumbles as he downs his last gulp of liquid fire and stands up, throwing the glass onto the floor carelessly as he shambles to the door without a care. "If you worthless drunks want to spend the rest of your short lives smacking a broken TV and waiting for someone else to rescue you, keep at it. I'm going to go die on my own terms." He shouts as he slams open the door and steps out into the neon streets of Neo-Tokyo. He had gotten his mission a while ago, but it was only now that he was actually following instructions now that he was sufficiently wasted enough to not care about his life. "Alright, rid the area of all enemies in the allotted 12 hours. Disgraced Star Mission: Gather a fan club and find the spawner." His face instinctively scrunches up at the sight of his class name, it reminds him of Earth-chan's last words to him before the tutorial closed out and he was forced into his new reality. He'd stay alive just to spite that damned glorified popup ad.[break] Henry turns to his right and his eyes widen slightly in surprise as he finds himself faced with two other players already, a short girl with a rusty pipe over her shoulder and a local teenager just a hair shorter than himself. What a fine trio they looked to be. "Clear the enemies within 12 hours huh? I'm guessing you lot are supposed to be my fan club?" The way he says "fan club" carries a distinct disgust at the term, but he didn't have the mental clarity right now to remember what the hell this kind of thing was called in the video games he played when he was a kid. Something about partying?
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... just the usual...
AGE
nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
CLASS
rust knight
UNSORTED
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 3, 2023 7:35:16 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"]
The small and pale girl's lips flatten into a line of distaste at Koyu's appearance and rather overly-friendly greeting. She doesn't even bother taking her headphones off, but she does find the energy to at least lower the volume of her music on a third individual's approach. She hated how much she had to look up at the both of them. [break][break] Hearing the man with monochrome hair reference the same mission just moments after the brunette was poking into her business, Corsen turns back to the little screen she has. Hairline cracks and a bit of red dust spiderweb across the screen as she pokes at it, looking for any amount of settings that she can. Sure enough, she seems to be in an [ACTIVE PARTY] with these two. [break][break] Hopefully that doesn't make them the court of her betters, one seems much too excited and the other... Well, that's probably the proper amount of morose for a man walking out a bar. [break][break] It's odd to be someplace where people didn't already know her name and treat her like an assignment. How were you even supposed to introduce yourself again? Luckily, she's saved the embarrassment of figuring out again as a cry for help rings out in the distance, cutting through the din of advertisements that clutters the night sky with neon. [break][break] Did everyone here have a class? Were some of them just false-people generated by the system? God, no, Corsen stops herself before she can give herself a headache thinking about logistics and the morality of potential NPCs. She has plenty to worry about dealing with herself. Like completing this objective, and it sounds to her that an enemy has just loudly announced where it is with the help of some participant. [break][break] Pulling her plastic bag of an inventory off her pipe and stuffing it into her hoodie pocket, Corsen lets her pipe clang against the ground as she holds it with both hands, looking ready to swing it up at whatever gets in her way at a moment's notice. "Seems like," are the only words of reply she offers both boys, her voice as scratchy from disuse as it is small. [break][break] And she starts moving forward. She's not very keen on whatever risk comes with timing out. [break][break] |
[break] Corsen Russell
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PWR: 13 [E][break]
DEF: 06 [F][break]
SPD: 08 [F][break]
MAGI: 13 [E][break]
VIT: 08 [F][break]
WIL: 10 [F][break][break]
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AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
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Post by Henry Reese on Mar 20, 2023 5:07:45 GMT
| On the fast track to game over Yet we keep on playing @nobody |
Oh boy, seems like he's gonna have to be the talker out of the two of them if he wants this mission to go anywhere. A piercing scream echoes through the neon soaked city and the girl is already on the move with her sorry excuse of a weapon, meaning that Henry had to get a move on after her with his sorry excuse of a self unless he wanted to get left behind. He doesn't have any weapon of his own, but he's not keen on getting up close and personal with whatever monstrosities were attacking anyways, so instead all he can do is raise his hand up and hold his palm out in the direction of danger as he sprints forwards and down the street.[break]
It doesn't take all too long before the duo find their quarry, a young woman laid out on the sidewalk in a pool of her own blood, some kind of cyborg imp demon not too far away and already turning towards them with a malicious glint in its ruby red eyes. Damn his over enthusiasm, he put himself a step ahead of the girl in his haste and made himself the prime target. He's already backpedaling as the neo-imp bursts into action, the world seems to slow down around him as he processes everything around him in excruciating detail. First things first, he knew the monster's name just at a glance, he's not sure why but he did. Secondly, he really doesn't want to die, even if he came into this with the expectation of death. Thirdly, he can't die, he doesn't have the right to die in such an easy manner as horrible dismemberment, not after everything he's done, not until he's atoned in some way. Finally, the monster is in midair now and is grasping for his throat, meaning it's absolutely defenseless if he had any way to attack.[break]
Ah wait, magic video game bs. Right.[break]
The world seems to slam back into gear as Henry grits his teeth and lets loose a primal scream of wrath, his outstretched hand whips out to his side and brushes against the side of a building, charging it with Melancholic woe in an instant. He takes another step back, the neo-imp is mere inches from tearing out his carotid artery and leaving him in a blood soaked puddle just like that woman, the building beside him explodes and the monster is catapulted away. Henry topples backwards onto his ass as the adrenaline flushes out of his body, he gasps for air as he clutches at his pounding heart. The monster is still alive as it hits the street and tumbles into a neat pile, already its getting back to its feet. It's still alive. It's still alive.[break]
"It's still alive! Get it, finish it god damnit!!"
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AGE
22
PRONOUNS
he/him
CLASS
Stochastomancer
UNSORTED
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Post by Altair Faulkner on Mar 23, 2023 1:09:50 GMT
[googlefont=Source Sans Pro][googlefont=Teko] [attr="class","carvemyname"] [attr="class","carvecount"]0000/0000 WORDS [attr="class","carveheader"] [attr="class","carveidk"] [attr="class","carveimg"]  [attr="class","carvestripe"] [attr="class","carvetitle"] Welcome Home [attr="class","carvedesc"]Amongst the people made of stone [attr="class","carvenotes"]Tutorial Quest: Rid the area of all enemies within the alloted 12 hours.
Stochastomancer Quest: Finish the game with a full hand. [attr="class","carvetext"] 「A new player has joined the party!」 There's a long, long nothingness after the message from the thing that called itself Earth. Well, not really. The passage of time doesn't really apply to people who sort of don't exist yet, right? Whether the time it takes for them to 'load in' is five seconds of fifty years, all of that time is compressed into a single instant. It isn't the new state of the world that startles Altair the most — no, wait, that's a complete and utter lie. He starts off with the mostly normal response to suddenly having your entire existence quantified and formulated into numbers and classes (what the fuck is happening right now), before settling into… it's not quite acceptance of this new, apocalyptic world (and really, the whole apocalypse thing hasn't even begun to sink in yet), but the shape of the numbers is familiar to him. God knows he's spent enough time in the comfortable monotony of grinding experience points. So at least he's got something to fall back on there. What he finds hardest to deal with is the fact that all of a sudden he's in Japan of all places??? Neon lights blare into Altair's eyes, and — first of all he's pretty sure this isn't what Japan is supposed to look like, but — a helpful little menu points out the quests he has to complete. Nothing for it but to get started, then! Quests always lead to more quests, and he could do with an objective or two to counter the sheer vastness of the city. //ROLL death_of_fate
1
//REROLL
6It's nothing short of jarring to turn a corner and come face to face with a monster, but it's almost like the man's body acts before his mind does. A coin slips out from between his fingers, and he flicks it towards the Neo-Imp without really thinking about it. "Uh. Nice to meet you?" Mind's caught up. [newclass=".carveheader a,.carveheader b,.carvetext b"]color: plum;[/newclass][newclass=".carvemyname"]width:450px;background-color:#2E2E2E;color:gainsboro;padding:20px;border-bottom:solid 20px deepskyblue;[/newclass][newclass=".carvecount"]font-family:Teko;font-size:13px;margin-top:170px;background-color:deepskyblue;color:#2E2E2E;margin-left:-20px;padding-right:7px;padding:5px;border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;z-index:10;position:absolute;[/newclass][newclass=".carveheader"]height:245px;[/newclass][newclass=".carveidk"]text-align:left;margin-top:-20px;margin-left:-20px;[/newclass][newclass=".carveimg"]max-width:240px;min-width:240px;float:left;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(0% 0%, 75% 0%, 100% 0, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);clip-path: polygon(0% 0%, 75% 0%, 100% 0, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);[/newclass][newclass=".carvestripe"]background-color:deepskyblue;height:225px;margin-right:225px;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(90% 0, 98% 0, 75% 100%, 67% 100%);clip-path: polygon(90% 0, 98% 0, 75% 100%, 67% 100%);[/newclass][newclass=".carvetitle"]text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Teko;font-size:48px;text-align:right;color:lightblue;margin-top:20px;[/newclass][newclass=".carvedesc"]font-size:13px;color:plum;font-family:Teko;margin-top:-10px;text-align:right;[/newclass][newclass=".carvenotes"]margin-top:10px;font-family:Source Sans Pro;font-size:10px;padding-right:5px;height:160px;margin-left:20px;color:white;[/newclass][newclass=".carvetext"]font-family:Source Sans Pro;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;padding:15px;padding-left:20px;padding-right:20px;[/newclass][newclass=".carvecredit"]width:475px;font-size:12px;text-align:right;margin-left:5px;[/newclass] |
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... just the usual...
AGE
nineteen
PRONOUNS
she/they
SEXUALITY
aro lesbian
CLASS
rust knight
UNSORTED
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Post by Corsen Russell on Mar 23, 2023 3:18:54 GMT
[nospaces]
rust knight - level: 01
[attr="class","pipefont"]
Of course Henry caught ahead of her, Corsen isn't exactly the fastest of individuals on the best of days, and from her perspective, the last few hours of her life have just been walking, something her body isn't entirely built for if the sickly white pallor of her skin and the visibility of her veins is anything to go off of. Still, both she and Henry have kept ahead of their final ally, and it's checking over her shoulder to find him deregistered from the party that has her missing the initial attack. She would've bumped into Henry's back where he not getting choke-slammed against a building. [break][break] Shockingly enough, it's not the sight of the presumably dead woman that gives Corsen pause for as long as it does, it's merely the sights around her. It's one thing to, what, teleport? It's another to see something out of a genre-confused video game leap at someone, to see that same someone destroy the brick and metal behind them with a rippling touch, to see someone else suddenly appear and throw a coin that seems to have all the impact of a star wrestler's punch. She could swear she hears a crack of ribs from the neo-imp. [break][break] Which would be more concerning, if this small girl, still half-deaf thanks to her headphones, ran in suddenly screaming bloody murder, or if she rushed in with the same level of idle disinterest she had offered everyone and everything else she'd met in the last few minutes? Whatever the answer might be, the latter is what happens, Corsen's pipe scrapping across the ground as she runs up on the monster. [break][break] This is a mook. The small-fry of the first wave of a multi-enemy event. It can't take that many hits. Even so, a fair bit of luck plays into Corsen landing her blow. For whatever reason, she thinks to jump. She's not a video game character, she's a person and she's maybe jumped precisely once in her life. [break][break] But when a coward and a scavenger feels cornered, it will take to the air. Her weight pulls her down into a crumbled pile, but Corsen gets a good swing through the air, the crook of her pipe catching the gatcha hellspawn right between the eyes and slamming it back into the ground with her. [break][break] She rolls, not very well mind you, and ends up hitting herself in the leg with her pipe as she comes back up in a position that could only generously be called standing. At first, it appears that she's worse off for the attack than the neo-imp is, especially since it still seems to be moving for just a moment. On closer inspection, however, the metal attachments that make the monster so sleek and deadly have taken some of the rust from Corsen's pipe, leaving it [RUSTED], and the decay sees no reason not to ride the sheen of chrome down to the tawny red of devil flesh, confirming the creature's demise. [break][break] Her life not in immediate danger, Corsen opts to just slump back onto the ground for a moment, glancing about for where her headphones launched off during her 3-inch aerial assault. "Corsen," she mutters in the worst possible approximation of an introduction to the new guy, well, and to Henry. [break][break] |
[break] Corsen Russell
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PWR: 13 [E][break]
DEF: 06 [F][break]
SPD: 08 [F][break]
MAGI: 13 [E][break]
VIT: 08 [F][break]
WIL: 10 [F][break][break]
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AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
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Post by Henry Reese on Mar 23, 2023 5:44:32 GMT
[googlefont=Source Sans Pro][googlefont=Teko] [attr="class","carvemyname"] [attr="class","carvecount"]0000/0000 WORDS [attr="class","carveheader"] [attr="class","carveidk"] [attr="class","carveimg"]  [attr="class","carvestripe"] [attr="class","carvetitle"] On The Fast Track To Game Over [attr="class","carvedesc"]Yet We Keep On Playing [attr="class","carvenotes"]Tutorial Quest: Rid the area of all enemies within the alloted 12 hours.
Disgraced Star Quest: Close Out The Party With Style And Disgrace. [attr="class","carvetext"] Death. This isn't his first brush with it, it's not even the first time he's seen a dead body, but he still feels sick to his stomach as he stares at the broken monstrosity. It isn't human, it probably isn't even sentient, and it was just trying to kill him after killing a defenseless young woman, but even so, even internalizing all these facts as truth, his stomach rolls as his eyes refuse to tear themselves away from the digital monster lying dead in the streets. His only solace is that the thing eventually despawns and he can no longer look at it, his attention instead dragged to the mutter of a name from the girl who finished the thing off. Henry. Nice jump. The sarcasm is pure reflex, even he wasn't so much of a dick as to belittle the person who just put their life on the line for his, but to take it back would make him look even lamer. So he just lets the remark hang as he pushes himself back onto his feet and walks over to her. An outstretched hand is offered to help her up if she chooses to take it, his lanky body belies his strength and the ease with which he pulls Corsen up. Even if it was just riding motorcycles, he was still an athlete, with all that entailed. After a minute passes and everyone has caught their breath, Henry is the first to speak. "So, one down, god knows how many more to go huh? Nothing to it but to press our asses to the grindstone then." He remarks as he starts walking in the direction where the most screaming and chaos seemed to be going on, only taking a single glance over his shoulder to make sure everyone was following along. He was probably the wrong person to be leading the charge, and if anyone else wanted to take the lead he'd let them without hesitation, but he understood how groups worked in these kinds of scenarios. Someone had to be the first to step up, he was just the unfortunate bastard to be aware of that and actually do it. [newclass=".carveheader a,.carveheader b,.carvetext b"]color: gray;[/newclass][newclass=".carvemyname"]width:450px;background-color:#2E2E2E;color:gainsboro;padding:20px;border-bottom:solid 20px gray;[/newclass][newclass=".carvecount"]font-family:Teko;font-size:13px;margin-top:170px;background-color:gray;color:#2E2E2E;margin-left:-20px;padding-right:7px;padding:5px;border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;z-index:10;position:absolute;[/newclass][newclass=".carveheader"]height:245px;[/newclass][newclass=".carveidk"]text-align:left;margin-top:-20px;margin-left:-20px;[/newclass][newclass=".carveimg"]max-width:240px;min-width:240px;float:left;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(0% 0%, 75% 0%, 100% 0, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);clip-path: polygon(0% 0%, 75% 0%, 100% 0, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);[/newclass][newclass=".carvestripe"]background-color:gray;height:225px;margin-right:225px;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(90% 0, 98% 0, 75% 100%, 67% 100%);clip-path: polygon(90% 0, 98% 0, 75% 100%, 67% 100%);[/newclass][newclass=".carvetitle"]text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Teko;font-size:48px;text-align:right;color:lightblue;margin-top:20px;[/newclass][newclass=".carvedesc"]font-size:13px;color:gray;font-family:Teko;margin-top:-10px;text-align:right;[/newclass][newclass=".carvenotes"]margin-top:10px;font-family:Source Sans Pro;font-size:10px;padding-right:5px;height:160px;margin-left:20px;color:white;[/newclass][newclass=".carvetext"]font-family:Source Sans Pro;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;padding:15px;padding-left:20px;padding-right:20px;[/newclass][newclass=".carvecredit"]width:475px;font-size:12px;text-align:right;margin-left:5px;[/newclass] |
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22
PRONOUNS
he/him
CLASS
Stochastomancer
UNSORTED
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Post by Altair Faulkner on Apr 6, 2023 0:21:51 GMT
[googlefont=Source Sans Pro][googlefont=Teko] [attr="class","carvemyname"] [attr="class","carvecount"]0000/0000 WORDS [attr="class","carveheader"] [attr="class","carveidk"] [attr="class","carveimg"] [attr="class","carvestripe"] [attr="class","carvetitle"] Welcome Home [attr="class","carvedesc"]Amongst the people made of stone [attr="class","carvenotes"]Tutorial Quest: Rid the area of all enemies within the alloted 12 hours.
Stochastomancer Quest: Finish the game with a full hand. [attr="class","carvetext"]It's perfectly fine to kill monsters like these.
If a monster is going around terrorising people, it's your obligation to stop it if you're capable of doing so. The strong protect the weak; larger gears look after the smaller ones. That's how a device as grand and intricate as society is supposed to function, right? A person might be an individual, but no matter how you looked at it they were part of something greater as well.
If a monster is standing in your way, cutting straight through it is a perfectly valid path. They're made to be obstacles, after all. Dying at the hands of a player was the reason they were brought into the world, so killing them is really nothing short of fulfilling the meaning of their lives.
If a string of words is telling you to kill monsters, it's for your own good that you do. Only good things happen when you complete a quest, especially a tutorial one. All the world was a game now, so how were you supposed to play it without learning the controls?
Suffice it to say, Altair was busy with his thoughts for a while, watching the imp die and eventually fade away. He was far removed from the idea of death until then, but the justifications came quick and fast, like they'd been rehearsed for years prior to that very moment.
"Twelve hours is a long time… That either means we've got a lot of enemies to deal with, or a wide area to cover. Maybe both." The enemies didn't seem too tough — though the quest never said they were all the same, so maybe that was a dangerous assumption — and moving around seemed like it would be slower here in the real world, so that was a bigger concern.
"Really, an enemy counter would have been nice, instead of making us go in blind… But I guess as long as we don't miss any along the way, we should be fine." [newclass=".carveheader a,.carveheader b,.carvetext b"]color: plum;[/newclass][newclass=".carvemyname"]width:450px;background-color:#2E2E2E;color:gainsboro;padding:20px;border-bottom:solid 20px deepskyblue;[/newclass][newclass=".carvecount"]font-family:Teko;font-size:13px;margin-top:170px;background-color:deepskyblue;color:#2E2E2E;margin-left:-20px;padding-right:7px;padding:5px;border-radius:0px 10px 10px 0px;z-index:10;position:absolute;[/newclass][newclass=".carveheader"]height:245px;[/newclass][newclass=".carveidk"]text-align:left;margin-top:-20px;margin-left:-20px;[/newclass][newclass=".carveimg"]max-width:240px;min-width:240px;float:left;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(0% 0%, 75% 0%, 100% 0, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);clip-path: polygon(0% 0%, 75% 0%, 100% 0, 75% 100%, 0% 100%);[/newclass][newclass=".carvestripe"]background-color:deepskyblue;height:225px;margin-right:225px;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(90% 0, 98% 0, 75% 100%, 67% 100%);clip-path: polygon(90% 0, 98% 0, 75% 100%, 67% 100%);[/newclass][newclass=".carvetitle"]text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Teko;font-size:48px;text-align:right;color:lightblue;margin-top:20px;[/newclass][newclass=".carvedesc"]font-size:13px;color:plum;font-family:Teko;margin-top:-10px;text-align:right;[/newclass][newclass=".carvenotes"]margin-top:10px;font-family:Source Sans Pro;font-size:10px;padding-right:5px;height:160px;margin-left:20px;color:white;[/newclass][newclass=".carvetext"]font-family:Source Sans Pro;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;padding:15px;padding-left:20px;padding-right:20px;[/newclass][newclass=".carvecredit"]width:475px;font-size:12px;text-align:right;margin-left:5px;[/newclass] [/div] |
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