[b][u][color=39b54a]Stanislaw Kaminski[/color][/u][/b]

Well, well. His shit finally came in. At seven in the goddamn morning, mind you. Stanislaw yawned as he lugged his package into his apartment, cracking it open once he'd reached his office and plopped down into his nice, plush executive office chair. None of that DX Racer gamer chair crap for him, no thank you. About twenty minutes of setup later, his VR device was ready to go. Finally, he'd get to indulge himself in some hardcore, no-life gaming again after three years of school and retirement from the tournament circuit. He'd done his research on the game, but to his utter delight, it turned out that the amount of personal customization assigned to you by the game system rendered cookie-cutter guides and meta builds useless. After years of playing MMOs growing up before he'd gotten sucked into the void of esports, something like this was so rare to effectively be the white whale of an MMO fan.

With setup complete, Stanislaw placed his Fulldive headset on, preparing to be immersed. After a brief speech from the tutorial giver, he dove straight into customizing his avatar. He set about designing a character that fit his desired build: a real sinister-looking, dark-haired motherfucker. Perfect for the necromancer look. As a disgusting minmaxer, he didn't screw with height and weight too much, assuming that it'd be somewhat of a jarring change to get used to in terms of character control. Still, he couldn't say that the "meme dream" as the owl put it wasn't tempting, if only to get some cheap laughs. 

And now came the interesting part. Stats and settings. Stanislaw had researched this part beforehand, already coming up with a stat layout that he hoped was adequate for the spec he planned to run. All of the mature options were left on and uncensored, but pain was slid down to 15%. Just enough to alert him to being attacked, but not enough to really distract him. If there was one thing the forums he'd browsed about the game agreed on, it was that there was no point to leaving pain settings at fully realistic and that only the insanely masochistic would do so. What an unironically nice little touch by the developers. Leave crazy settings in, just in case there was that one fringe case that wanted to take it. He liked that. 

Combat actions and incantations were left on full manual. Screw looking good, he could figure that out on his own. What was more important was how to be as optimal as he could. Stanislaw may have been retired from pro gaming, but a competitive streak a mile long still ran in him.

Once character creation was complete, Stanislaw looked back up at Minerva, opening his mouth to converse in his native Polish, despite the fact that he was fluent enough in English to get by.

[b][color=39b54a]"Yo, Minerva. I know this game's got an auto-translate function, but is there any way to for me to keep a Slavic accent when my speech does get translated? I wanna sound like a bad stereotype."[/color][/b]

[hider=Character Creation]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/2oOTu0I.jpg[/img]
[b]Username:[/b] Amulak al Acturus
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Height:[/b] 190 cm
[b]Weight:[/b] 77 kg
[b]Voice Pitching:[/b] -60
[b]Decorations:[/b] None
[b]Appearance:[/b] Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.[hider=Attributes]
You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.
[i]HP[/i] – 150
[i]MP[/i] – 200
[i]SP[/i] – 50
[i]STR[/i] – 5
[i]AGI[/i] – 10
[i]END[/i] – 10
[i]DEX[/i] – 5
[i]LUC[/i] – 10[/hider][b]Classes:[/b] None[/hider][hider=User Experience]
[b]Perception:[/b] Fantastic
[b]Gore:[/b] On
[b]Pain Setting:[/b] 15%
[b]Clothing Damage:[/b] On
[b]Nudity Censor:[/b] Off
[b]Profanity Censor:[/b] Off
[b]Combat Action:[/b] Manual
[b]Spell Incantations:[/b] Manual[/hider]