Blaze Gamma
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STATUS: Actually Frankenstein was the Roleplayer, not the RP 3 yrs ago
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Actually Frankenstein was the Roleplayer, not the RP
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3 yrs ago
Mood is still shot.
3 yrs ago
And my depression just got set off
3 yrs ago
Is there anyone here who might be willing to run a Pathfinder1e scenario tomorrow night at 9:30 est? Got a full table but no GM
3 yrs ago
Bleeeeh. I want to be in a Pathfinder game, not just GM or Society play
Bio
So yeah, this is Blaze. I'm sorry you had to see this. I do 1x1s of the we're all going to hell variety. 32 ( NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo). Living in EST. Male. Uh... Stuff. PM me for RPs of questionable moral fibre.
If you want to RP, I'm most easily contacted on Discord (Blaze_Gamma#6210), but I check my PMs here too pretty often.
If you want to RP, I'm most easily contacted on Discord (Blaze_Gamma#6210), but I check my PMs here too pretty often.
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Oh, and @Urbanliner, you're up
No worries, just something to be conscious of.
Wing looked up and frowned with a weak laugh. "Sorry, just a bit excited. It's been a while since I've done any party quests." He said, addressing the first entry. It was mere seconds before others started piling in. He couldn't help but laugh a little at the scotsman's comment.
"You know they had a level 1 flair quest, right?" He asked, pointing at the bandanna tied to his arm. "You probably could have gotten a decal from that." He laughed. As they were inspecting their guns, he drew a long-sword. The blade was black, made with high carbon steel according to the in game description. Held its edge until the weapon was almost out of health, but the moment it ran out, the blade dropped to no attack at all, breaking into pieces. Still, he liked the little rookie weapon.
He resheathed it, then held out his Panzerfaust. "Heh. You're lucky though. I've got shit all for access at low levels. This thing's low accuracy and only gets one shot per carried unit. Literally one and done." He sighed. "Takes up most of my carrying capacity... If I carry more than one I can't even carry stim packs or aid kits," he sighed.
It was around that time that a fifth player entered the transport. "Hey, come on in!" Wing spoke. "Oh, and I'm WingViper. Real name Vic. Call me Wing though." 'And I swear to God, I'll cut the next person who calls me Vic Viper...' He thought to himself, prudently not speaking the last line.
"You know they had a level 1 flair quest, right?" He asked, pointing at the bandanna tied to his arm. "You probably could have gotten a decal from that." He laughed. As they were inspecting their guns, he drew a long-sword. The blade was black, made with high carbon steel according to the in game description. Held its edge until the weapon was almost out of health, but the moment it ran out, the blade dropped to no attack at all, breaking into pieces. Still, he liked the little rookie weapon.
He resheathed it, then held out his Panzerfaust. "Heh. You're lucky though. I've got shit all for access at low levels. This thing's low accuracy and only gets one shot per carried unit. Literally one and done." He sighed. "Takes up most of my carrying capacity... If I carry more than one I can't even carry stim packs or aid kits," he sighed.
It was around that time that a fifth player entered the transport. "Hey, come on in!" Wing spoke. "Oh, and I'm WingViper. Real name Vic. Call me Wing though." 'And I swear to God, I'll cut the next person who calls me Vic Viper...' He thought to himself, prudently not speaking the last line.
@ShikaruCould you not put the pic of your character in every post please?
Vic stared at the screen to his computer as he looked at his character statistics.
WingViper
Level 15
HP: ...
Stamina: ...
He smiled. It had taken a couple weeks, but he was finally at a high enough level to join a party and go on some quests. He was practically shaking with mirth as he went to put on the helmet and log into CyberDream proper. He slipped the helmet past his dirty blonde hair and over his eyes, which he closed as the system prepared, reading his brainwaves and translating them into a code relay, disconnecting his mammilian brain from his body, leaving the reptilian portion in control of his vital functions while his mind drifted into the game.
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Wing opened his eyes from a bed in what was basically a set of communal barracks. He quickly headed out with a smile. It was time to join his first party in CD, qne he honestly couldn't wait. He nearly ran over a shorter player as he headed to the mission board. It was an introductory dungeon, for players who were level 15 and had never partied in CD beforre. The first 15 levels were all about getting used to the game systems. Enemy locks, guided weapon use, automatic reloading, automatic aiming, Wing had gotten used to all these things by level 10 of course, but he knew they were systems designed to help newbies to the genre, and eventually he would be able to turn off those options as needed.
The best players of FDMMOs were able to perform better than the aided movements were, and Wing was no slouch. Not that it mattered, since the aids were locked to use until reaching level 50, but when he got there...
He chuckled as he entered an instanced lobby, designed like the back of a troop carrier. He was a little annoyed that the game itself had locked his EXP until he completed this mission, but he didn't mind. The game certainly had enough polish to help newbies out, which was surprising, especially for a Free to Play. Hell, it had more polish than a lot of full subscription games. Even more shocking, the game didn't try to sell on microtransactions or follow the pay-to-win model. It was certainly weird.
Still, Wing wasn't complaining. The game was so open for customization that he was having a lot more fun with it already. Finally it was time to get into the game for real. There were six more spots in the carrier for new party members, who, unfortunately were chosen by a random global matchup system. He remembered reading that the matchup system took play data over the first 15 levels, choosing parties who could play consistently together if wanted, by compiling data on play times, general log in/out times, and even character builds, automatically putting together a well balanced team.
Still, Wing couldn't help but wonder what sort of people the system would party him with.
WingViper
Level 15
HP: ...
Stamina: ...
He smiled. It had taken a couple weeks, but he was finally at a high enough level to join a party and go on some quests. He was practically shaking with mirth as he went to put on the helmet and log into CyberDream proper. He slipped the helmet past his dirty blonde hair and over his eyes, which he closed as the system prepared, reading his brainwaves and translating them into a code relay, disconnecting his mammilian brain from his body, leaving the reptilian portion in control of his vital functions while his mind drifted into the game.
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Wing opened his eyes from a bed in what was basically a set of communal barracks. He quickly headed out with a smile. It was time to join his first party in CD, qne he honestly couldn't wait. He nearly ran over a shorter player as he headed to the mission board. It was an introductory dungeon, for players who were level 15 and had never partied in CD beforre. The first 15 levels were all about getting used to the game systems. Enemy locks, guided weapon use, automatic reloading, automatic aiming, Wing had gotten used to all these things by level 10 of course, but he knew they were systems designed to help newbies to the genre, and eventually he would be able to turn off those options as needed.
The best players of FDMMOs were able to perform better than the aided movements were, and Wing was no slouch. Not that it mattered, since the aids were locked to use until reaching level 50, but when he got there...
He chuckled as he entered an instanced lobby, designed like the back of a troop carrier. He was a little annoyed that the game itself had locked his EXP until he completed this mission, but he didn't mind. The game certainly had enough polish to help newbies out, which was surprising, especially for a Free to Play. Hell, it had more polish than a lot of full subscription games. Even more shocking, the game didn't try to sell on microtransactions or follow the pay-to-win model. It was certainly weird.
Still, Wing wasn't complaining. The game was so open for customization that he was having a lot more fun with it already. Finally it was time to get into the game for real. There were six more spots in the carrier for new party members, who, unfortunately were chosen by a random global matchup system. He remembered reading that the matchup system took play data over the first 15 levels, choosing parties who could play consistently together if wanted, by compiling data on play times, general log in/out times, and even character builds, automatically putting together a well balanced team.
Still, Wing couldn't help but wonder what sort of people the system would party him with.
Right, so no more sign ups please. I'll try to write the intro post soon as I have this essay completed.
@CLIWAye
@CLIW d(0_0d)
@Urbanliner Set the weapon skill as Assault Rifles, the other as Nano-Therapy. Otherwise good to go.
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