AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Post by Henry Reese on Apr 15, 2023 3:57:42 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"]
Disgraced Star Quest: Don't Die. [attr="class","carvetext"]
His eyes are still puffy and red as he accepts the refilled glass of water and takes a calm sip, but his breathing has stabilized enough that he was obviously on the verge of another breakdown at any moment. It seems like he has too much to chew on after the conversation that's just been had, something to distract him from the dark gray haze that's been clouding his vision ever since that day. Henry lets out a noncomittal hum in response to the man's claim that it wasn't his first map, whether or not he was lying just to save his own reputation didn't matter to him in the slightest.
"Yeah, well you're not exactly a ray of fucking sunshine either Mr. Zealot." He should be thanking the man for getting him out of his slump, but his pride has already taken enough of a beating for the day. At least he wouldn't have to hear from yet another fanboy who's "totally watched everyone of his races" and "would love to hang out for the day and talk shop." Shit always disgusted him.
How did his tutorial go? What a fucking question to ask. "Oh yeah it was great, sunshine and fucking rainbows all the way, we held hands with the monsters and pranced on out without a care in the world." Henry takes another sip of water before setting the glass back down and glaring at Dantalion. "It was Tokyo, a hell of a lot of people died because they were too stupid to figure out a puzzle that everyone should have figured out by the time the first hour passed and we were still getting swarmed by a horde of shitty crossover monsters. In the end I had to be the one to break us all out, because apparently there are people even more worthless-" He cuts himself off and sighs, leaning back in his chair and thinking.
"...you know, it's weird. We've been stuck in this hellhole of a world for a while now, but we still don't know shit about it. Not even shit as basic as our general geography and what portals go where. How the fuck hasn't anyone formed some kind of group to map this shit out?" It's quite bizarre really, even Henry knew that the first step to surviving in a hostile environment was to find out what's around you so you know what's what. So how the hell hasn't anyone taken that basic and obvious first step and passed on that information?
[/div] [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] |
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Apr 12, 2023 14:47:28 GMT
Post by Henry Reese on Apr 12, 2023 14:47:28 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"]Disgraced Star Quest: Pick Up A Sweet Ride~ [attr="class","carvetext"] It's the clang of metal that catches Henry's attention as he looks over to the other side of the hill of scrap, the hairs on the back of his neck raising as he gets ready to fight whatever horrible creature is coming for his life today. He looks back down to his scrap and starts digging half heartedly once more, trying to look invested in his search while keeping all his senses on high alert for whatever else was in the area with him, if something was trying to surprise him then he'd let it think it was still hidden for now.
The thing had gotten higher up before stopping, he could see the edge of its shadow out of the corner of his eye. If it pounced for him he'd have to move fast, finding stable footing would be difficult but if he was quick enough he could at least fire one shot off before he completely lost balance, sometimes one shot was all that was needed. Five seconds have passed and the thing still hasn't pounced, he chances turning his head up to get a glimpse of just what it was that was going to be trying to kill him-
And finds himself pleasantly surprised. "A halfway decent wheel, something resembling a motorcycle frame, maybe a fully functioning Harley. Best I've found so far was a bent wrench." Even if this was just another player rather than a horrible man eating monster, that didn't mean his guard was totally down just yet. Even if this wasn't one of those Player Vs Player zones he had heard about, that still didn't mean he trusted any random stranger he ran into on the road. It doesn't take all too much effort to set up an "accident" that indirectly kills someone, even if he didn't have much to rob, she didn't know that.
"How about you stranger, just here for the nice view? Or are you looking for some unlucky idiot to try and make a run at his pockets?" Might as well clear the air now, her answer would tell him a lot about what kind of person he was dealing with. An honest passerby, a liar trying to get on his good side, or maybe just a psycho, Henry thought himself to be pretty good at sniffing out who's who back in the old world. And no matter how much changes, people don't change that much, not enough to fool his nose.
[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] |
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Mar 29, 2023 13:34:36 GMT
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 29, 2023 13:34:36 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"]
Disgraced Star Quest: Don't Die. [attr="class","carvetext"] It takes a while for Henry to calm down enough to drink the water offered to him, if he was sober he probably would have thrown the water in the man's face rather than accept a stranger's pity, but if he was sober he wouldn't be sobbing in the middle of a bar and spilling his life's story to a total stranger. He nurses the glass of water with the same tender sadness that he took with his last drink, he would be thanking this stranger in a few hours when the hangover hit and his headache was just slightly less than "icepick in the skull" levels of pain.
"He was the best man, better than I ever could have been." The disgraced wreck mutters as he sniffles pitifully, but the stranger was right. Karrie wouldn't have wanted to see Henry like this, he loved his brother and always cheered him on in life. Even when he was being a bratty piece of shit.
But what could he do? What purpose did he have in this world, what purpose did any of them have? What would Karrie have done if he was here and Henry wasn't? Well, he was all about discovering the truth. So... Henry needed to discover some kind of truth. He can't help but choke out something between a sob and a laugh, what a stupid goal. Everything about this bullshit new world was totally unknown, so anything Henry discovered was some kind of truth.
No, no, that's thinking too narrowly. What did Karrie "really" want out of life? He wanted to spread that truth to everyone, even when they denied him and called him a lunatic. So... what could Henry spread to everyone then?
His eyes finally settle on the map that Dantalion is looking at, more specifically how half finished it was. Up to the initial first few kilometers outside the town were pretty detailed, but beyond that... it was just so messy. "What kind of half baked bs is that?" Henry doesn't even mean to say it as he grabs a pencil from a passing waiter's pocket and starts marking things down without Dantalion's permission. "First off, that entire area is a death trap, but there's a gate just pass this cliffside that you could probably reach if you bring a group or are good at sneaking around. Next, there's an inactive gate about twelve or so kilometers northwest of town that I saw some idiots messing with, they've probably gotten themselves eaten by now so you'd be starting from square one. If you go south five kilometers then hit a left at the cleaved rock and go straight for another seven kilometers, you'll find a gate being guarded by some rock looking guys, but they're slow so if you run fast you can make it past them." He had been exploring around town for the past week now trying to find old scrap yards so he could repair this motorcycle he found, but all the junk piles he remembered were totally moved around and messed up because of the Light, so he basically had to recreate his entire mental map. Something that was definitely coming in handy for Dantalion as Henry thoroughly detailed the entire surrounding area of London.
"So in total, there's five gates outside of the ones that everyone knows about already. Maybe more, I can't claim I found them all with complete certainty, but I took a damn harder look than anyone else I know has." Henry sets down his pencil after five or so minutes and looks back to Dantalion, all of that depression and pitiable tears gone from his face (aside from slightly puffy red eyes), and replaced with a serious stare. "And the name's Henry Reese. I don't want to hear about how you saw me on TV."
[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] |
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 28, 2023 4:08:16 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"]
Disgraced Star Quest: Don't Die. [attr="class","carvetext"] Henry can't help but let out a mocking laugh at the confident proclamation, not all the demons in Hell huh? "Well if that's the lie you gotta tell yourself to wake yourself up in the morning, far be it from me to dissuade your delusional optimism." Venom flows freely from his lips as they twist into an irate grin, nothing pissed him off more than a man with a purpose and the conviction to pursue that purpose these days. It was like looking at an old photo of himself, but without the airheaded vanity he always cloaked himself in.
Purpose. Everyone has a purpose. We're all here for some reason other than to keep on living. Fury boils in his chest at the idea, despite the vast difference in levels between the two, Henry has to fight down the irrational urge to jump this man and strangle him to death. He was never this violent sober, he never allowed himself to feel this much when he was in his right state of mind. "Bullshit. There's no purpose out there for me, not even in dying some miserable death feeding some pack of trolls or goblins or whatever the fuck this sadistic system invented to fuck with us. The only purpose I had was to fuck over the entire human race when I killed the only man who actually bothered to try and tell people this was going to happen, now I'm just alive because I'm terrified of having to face him." It was his fault that all of this happened, Karrie tried to tell everyone this was going to happen, and he all but killed the only good thing to ever happen to this world.
He can still see his body swinging from that rafter in his nightmares, a spartan apartment decorated only with a sparse few pictures Henry had taken with him when he was just starting his career. He doesn't even realize he's sobbing messy tears all as Dantalion asks his question, he's too lost in his own past to hear what he had to say.
[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] |
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Mar 26, 2023 17:04:02 GMT
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 26, 2023 17:04:02 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"]
Disgraced Star Quest: Don't Die. [attr="class","carvetext"]
Even as impaired as he was, Henry could feel the lurking aggression in his eyes as blondie glared at the drunkard, before turning his attention back to his map. He was just about ready to decry the man as a lost cause and wander off to bother someone else when a response came forth. There's something unspoken underneath what the man said, some belief that he didn't want to say for some reason or another, something that made Henry want to pry up the floorboards and find out just what skeletons the guy had buried underneath. That's just the kind of guy he was in the end really.
"Heralding... fancy word there blondie, fancy word. Heralding the apocalypse? That's usually what heralds do right?" This guy had a real fancy vocabulary, bastions and heralds and communes, but all in all what he was trying to say was he was looking for people. "Pfft, what makes you think they're even alive? Maybe they all got slaughtered like all the other poor bastards during the Tutorial." It was bordering on naive to be that optimistic in his own opinion, as far as Henry was concerned the past is dead and everyone in it is dead too.
Ah, but it's unfair for him to be the only one asking questions huh? It's only fair that he answer blondie's question, since he was so "kind" as to answer his own. But... what a mean question, what a cruel inquiry even if he didn't even know it. Henry's smile fades a bit as he stares into Dantalion's eyes, was he happy trying to drown himself in a sea of blood alcohol? "Of course I'm not happy. Nobody here is happy, and the people who say they are are idiots who are lying to themselves. What the hell is there even to be happy about anymore, we lost everything and there's no getting it back." There's never getting any of it back, there's no magic undo button that makes life the way it was, and even if there was his life was fucked before too. The unspoken question still lingers though, and the weight of it is killing Henry's buzz. "But to answer your real question, the reason I'm getting so shitfaced is because it's a damn good way of lying to myself. You should try it, maybe a shot or five of this swill will carve a smile onto your face."
[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] |
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Mar 25, 2023 17:17:03 GMT
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 25, 2023 17:17:03 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"]
Disgraced Star Quest: Don't Die. [attr="class","carvetext"] "Why am I even alive....." The days blend together in a drunken haze as Henry orders yet another drink, halfway beyond fucked up and still going further and further just to see how far he could go. What else did he have to do in the end, him being alive at all was a total fluke. The barstools on either side of him remain painfully empty as everyone else in the bar maintains a wide berth from the poor drunk, the only reason he hadn't been kicked out was because he was ordering more than the customers he was driving away, making him more profitable in the end. Not every bartender was so kind as to cut off a man way too deep into the cups, bastards were just using him for his money like every other fuck before.
Ah, Karrie never used him though. Good ol Karrie, the only reliable sort in this entire shithole of a world, and he killed him. Sure he didn't tie the noose, but it was his fault, it was all his fault. "Why am I aliiiiiiive..." He half sobs as the bartender slides him a warm pint of some swill he brewed in the back, his hand snaps forwards to catch it by the handle with inhuman accuracy even as barely withheld tears blur his vision.
A long silence passes as he nurses his drink, tilting his head and body back as he puts the lip of the glass to his lips and takes several deep gulps of liquid numbness. Why was he alive? Why did he live when his brother didn't, why was he good enough to make it through the bullshit the world had become when he so obviously wasn't good enough for anything else?
"I'm alive... to party~" His mood swings for the third time in the past two hours, a deep blush rising to his cheeks as he tilts even further back off his chair and crashes into the floor. The system doesn't let him stay down for long though as his body's "natural" reflexes kick in, smoothly rolling backwards and onto his feet as he stumbles to a standstill and takes a look around. People are relaxing a little now that he's acting the happy drunk again, he's the life of the party as he stumbles over to a random table and slides into a seat next to a stranger. "So, what brings ya here pal? What impossible series of events has lead you to this point in space at this point of time, and what are you here for?"
[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] |
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 24, 2023 5:18:43 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"]
— CHANGELOG —
[break][break]
PWR: 12 ( +0 ) |
DEF: 10 ( +0 ) |
SPD: 20 ( +10 ) |
MAGI: 14 ( +0 ) |
VIT: 10 ( +0 ) |
WIL: 6 ( +0 ) |
LUCK: 0 ( +0 ) |
|
[break][break]
02/24/2023 - Class Starting Stats
[break]+4 MAGI, +2 PWR, -4 WILL
[break][break]
03/23/2023 - Level Up 1-3
[break]+10 SPD
[break][break]
XX/XX/XX - Level Up/ Ability etc
[break]+0 SPD, +0 PWR ETC
[attr="class","landtag2"]CLOSE [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Mar 23, 2023 16:53:16 GMT
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 23, 2023 16:53:16 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"]Disgraced Star Quest: Pick Up A Sweet Ride~ [attr="class","carvetext"]
You ever wonder if the world is mocking you?
And I don't mean in that "Everything is going wrong!" kind of way, that's just how life is sometimes. No, I mean that the world is literally mocking every aspect of what your life was, doing everything it could to make you miserable in a way that seems directed specifically at you, even if it isn't actually directed at you?
That's how Henry felt when he learned that all vehicles had been shut down and locked behind some kind of license that the Earth was just giving out now. Because apparently it wasn't enough for the Earth to directly mock him during his class creation, it also had to lock away his only comfort besides alcohol behind some stupid restriction.
So here he is, digging through overgrown scrap piles out in the countryside of the UK hoping to find something resembling a half working motorcycle. And of course it wasn't enough that he had to dig through massive piles of trash and junk, he had to actively look for those piles of trash and junk because the world has been morphed into some "idyllic countryside" like it came out of some JR Tolkien fanfiction about hobbits fornicating or some other bull.
But hey, here we are now, digging through what meager piles of scrap he could find in the hopes of finding maybe half of a motorcycle. What was he gonna do if he found that half a motorcycle? Hell if he knew, he was barely expecting to even find the scrap piles in the first place. Maybe if he was lucky he'd find some kind of magical mechanic who knew how to repair motorcycles in this absolute hellscape of a world. And maybe if he was even luckier he'd find a million dollars and the key to infinite levels would fall out of the sky and hit him on the head.
[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] |
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
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] |
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 23, 2023 5:25:23 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"] 「A new player has joined the party!」 Tester. Tester.[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] |
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
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!!"
|
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 18, 2023 3:47:30 GMT
| On the fast track to game over Yet we keep on playing |
No more words are necessary as Henry wordlessly exerts his will over his magic, a cry of exertion breaking forth from his lips as he thrusts his hands forwards and lets loose a wave of pure grey nostalgia. A group of four of the devils who were all tearing at a busted up radiator look up in broken tandem as the energy breaks on their bodies, echoes of past happiness tearing at their souls and bringing an unknown sadness to the beasts. If he were of more of a scientific mind he would probably be fascinating studying the reactions of these primal monsters as they experienced such a human emotion for the first time ever, but right now he was much more concerned with how they were already moving forwards to tear apart Mori.[break]
It's immediately noticeable just how slow they are as the four devils start to rush his partner, Henry smirks as he twists his outstretched palm to point up and sharply pulls his arm back to activate his traps. The ground erupts under their feet and cerulean tinged concrete peppers their bodies, throwing them onto their asses and once more weighing down their bodies as the melancholy seeps into their muscles and weighs them down... Well, almost all of them down. One of them was only skimmed by his followup attack, and it was still running for Mori with a vengeance believing that he was the one to perpetrate this mass attack. Henry curses under his breath as he grasps at his options, only one attack left at his disposal with an incredibly high cooldown time, why the hell hadn't he found something to use as a weapon yet!? It's with this thought in mind that he starts scanning the area for something he could use to bash a skull in while the devils are still recovering, leaving Mori to fend for himself for just a little bit longer!
|
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Mar 12, 2023 13:23:03 GMT
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 12, 2023 13:23:03 GMT
| On the fast track to game over Yet we keep on playing |
"Hah, and I thought you were just trying to look like one of those edgy superheroes that nerds seem like." Henry teases as they approach the alleyway, his pace slowing to a crawl as they simultaneously sense the danger and try to make themselves as quiet as possible. Looks like his sense of danger was better tuned than he thought, the shady dark alley was in fact full of monsters that would want to try and kill them. Looks like the world had turned him into a real Sherlock Holmes.[break]
"Culpa... not bad, not bad." But he could do better. He could feel it tingling on the back of his brain with that little set charge, all he needed now was the adrenaline rush to push that burgeoning idea into overdrive. The daredevil crouches down low and lays his hands on the ground, channeling energy into the earth and stretching out in front of him to a point about 30 feet away, right between them and the devils. "Alright, you jump in first, I'll lay out some traps to herd them around to wherever you want to strike. On your mark, I'll hit them all with a debuff to slow them down as an opener. Just say when." Henry lays out the plan with calculating eyes as he sends a few more pulses of magic through the ground, feeling them settle around the battlefield, invisible mines that he could detonate at his leisure. Once he had finished the last trap, he straightened up from his crouch and pointed a palm straight at the largest gathering of the devils, a sickly blue energy gathering in his hand as he waits for the signal.
|
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
Post by Henry Reese on Mar 6, 2023 12:50:02 GMT
| On the fast track to game over Yet we keep on playing |
"Not quite giving up, if that was it I would've just stayed in a hub town like those other quitters. Just something with a bit of bite to it, not something as cheery and vomit inducing like 'Thunderbolt!' or 'Superguy!' Something that reminds you that you're just as mortal as every other loser who made it here." Henry chuckles as Mori questions his aesthetic preferences, obviously recognizing the jab for what it was, but not so hopelessly low in self esteem that he'd have to snap back to protect some inflated sense of dignity. [break]
Ah, this naming stuff was harder than the PR guys made it look though. Maybe that's why he had a team of those pricks writing his interview scripts. God only knows he would have sooner swung a baseball bat at the head of a sports reporter than give him his honest opinion on why he was so good at racing. [break]
"Ah you know, if you're not gonna live fast and die faster, why bother living right? Between this and mushroom picking for some farmer, I'll take death by horrible mini devil every time. Guys in my profession aren't exactly known for their stunning sense of self preservation." The man laughs as his eyes twitch towards a dark alleyway they're coming up on, something prickling at the back of his neck about this particularly shady stretch of shadow. "We getting close to where we're going yet? Hell, do we even have a destination in mind or are we just walking around waiting to see something that wants to kill us?" Not that he minded either way. But knowing is half the battle, might as well make the fight easier right?
|
|
AGE
24
PRONOUNS
He/Him
SEXUALITY
Asexual
CLASS
Disgraced Star
UNSORTED
|
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?
|
|
