Burger

Cacophony Concord

Originally, Magdalene was never going to play a full dive MMO. No, her early experiences with the genre sent her back to the respite of traditional keyboard MMOs. Getting stuck in walls for no reason, nonsensical balancing, overly limited worlds, and virtual-reality shattering bugs made the genre too much of a pain to get into. It was for this reason that Mags didn't poopsock Cacaphony when it came out. When her static began to drop out in favour of this new game, she continued her end-game raids with anyone who didn't quit. Soon after, the MMO shuttered its gates citing "massive loss of playerbase". Really, Mags didn't want to give up her main game, but that was its fate. Its market share was devoured by the hot new MMO on the block.

Well, it was finally time to check out what all of the hotness was about, right?

Under the recommendations of the gaming forums she trawled, flamed, and shitposted on, she bought a brandspanking new FDD. It took a while for it to ship to rural Manitoba. The promise of a new world was worth it, according to everyone who played the game. She booted it up and was immediately thrust across the galaxy. Full-dive had come a long way, so it seemed.

With the massive tutorial owl giving her the what for, Mags listened intently. She wasn't some sort of cutscene skipper, those degenerates. Her own self appeared in front of her. Yeeps, she squelched. Being confronted by a nude version of herself was gross. With the sliders and settings being placed on a screen in front of her, she almost instantly turned personal nudity off. She didn't want others to see her nude and that sort of thing. Others were fine, though. She was down to gawk at some hot bods, as almost every player would do.

She designed her character as it appeared in the numerous MMOs that preceded it. Big winged eyeliner, hair in twin buns, and the body of a tank. Though, some concessions were made. So she could control her body, she set her height to her IRL height. She altered the aesthetic of the character to line up slightly better with the East-Asian inspired starting nation. Her voice pitch was the same as it was in real life. Though, that was because her voice wasn't poor. She liked her own voice, it tempered from years of raiding shot calls. Plus, hearing another voice from her mouth would be pretty jarring.

The other settings were pretty lock step. Seeing in anime-vision was something she wanted to try. She was a bit of a weeb, after all. Gore was on, since she was pretty familiar with much of what the dredges of the web had. The pain slider was lowered to a reasonable level. She wasn't a masochist, after all. A little bit of pain helped with feedback. 0% would be like a dream, unable to really put cause and effect together. She did want to put a little manual into her life. She knew how to fight from her dad, more or less. She knew how to move her body, though a lazy way of life made it a touch difficult. If her virtual body was fit and healthy, then she could probably do all of the funky stuff she could barely do in real life. The rest of the sliders and options were dealt without too much difficulty. She could change them later, after all.

Character Creation

Username: Magpie
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 150 cm
Weight: 55 kg
Voice Pitching: 0
Decorations: Scars litter Magpie's arms and body. Mostly because they're cool.
Appearance: Magpie's appearance is based on her recurring MMO character design and as such, shares nothing in common save for height.

Attributes

HP – 140 (14)
MP – 30 (3)
SP – 10
STR – 10
AGI – 11
END – 12
DEX – 10
LUC – 10

Classes: None

User Experience

Perception: Anime
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 10%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

She really didn't have any question for the administrator, so she accepted how her character looked. With her newfound form, she instantly went out to testing her body out. With the energy of a child on Christmas, she began to shadow box to figure out how this new body moved. She did squats like her life depended on it. Really, all there was to do was wait until she was sent to Horogi.

Cacophony Concord

Mags

Name: Magdalene Ross
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Nationality: Canadian
Description: Born and raised in bumfuck-nowhere, Manitoba, Mags' choice in hobbies were severely limited. By some extreme luck, her father was quite a figure in professional sports. He also had a horrible sense of money from the fact that he was paid in amounts that included 6 zeroes and everything he used came from some form of sponsorship. Thus, longing for the old days of his childhood (and living in his dream home), he paid an ISP to pipe a spicy cable from the city all the way to his home just so he could play his ancient FPS games without any lag.

As a result, Mags grew up wired to the internet. Not like there was anything else she could do, after all. Bumfuck-Nowhere, Manitoba wasn't exactly a shining example of metropolitan life. From the age of 6, she was already on the MMO grind. By 15, she was raiding the hardest tiers of content with the best of them. Only a sunken-cost fallacy in other games could delay her entry into Cacophony Concord.

One could call Mags an agoraphobic poop-socker. They wouldn't be that wrong, either. She rarely leaves the house she never moved out of. Her job is entirely telecommuted. Personality wise, she isn't the most stable and lovable person. Being raised on the internet, she lacks much of the communication skills a normal person makes. She's toxic much of the time, but spending so much time raiding has turned her into a decent (albeit crass) leader.

Her appearance is pretty par for the coarse for someone like her. Her skin is a mildly unhealthy pale. Her hair is constantly messy and her eyes have deep bags from a lack of sleep. She has a bit of chub on her, but a lack of eating much has in her physique being more small if anything.

If someone were to see her in as a fresh spawn, they'd instantly see a tryhard that moves with purpose.

Character Creation

Username: Magpie
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 150 cm
Weight: 55 kg
Voice Pitching: 0
Decorations: Scars litter Magpie's arms and body. Mostly because they're cool.
Appearance: Magpie's appearance is based on her recurring MMO character design and as such, shares nothing in common save for height.

Attributes

HP – 400
MP – 30
SP – 400
STR – 136
AGI – 50
END – 50
DEX – 50
LUC – 30

Classes: Brawler +10% HP | +15% STR | +5% END
Improvised Weapon Proficiency LVL 1 _{Set equipped weapon’s damage bonus to ½ STR if damage bonus is less than ½ STR.}
The [Magpie] Special _{Swing wide for a powerful, but inaccurate whallop.}
Showbaiter_{Passive. Enemy aggro increases for every hit taken and every hit received.}
The Guillotine Drop_{Active. 30% SP cost. Leap past your target while grabbing them by the throat. Upon landing, slam them headfirst into the ground. Inflict Silence. Damage dealt increases with airtime.}
The Power Hour _{Active. 5% SP cost per attack. Unleash a flurry of wild blows, generating enough force to push away all individuals except for the target of your attacks. Push-back effect increases with more attacks launched.}
The Bulldozer _{Active. 25% SP cost. Enter a Counter Stance, with greatly increased defenses. When attacked, lose increased damage and instantly leap towards the attacker with greatly increased movement speed to bodyslam them.}
Grab and Smash LVL 1 _{Passive. Toggleable. Damage dealt by Improvised Weapons is dealt to the Improvised Weapon as well. Weapon gains additional damage bonus equal to ½ STR.}
Physical Conditioning LVL 1 _{Passive. Gain 10% STR.}
Hustle Muscle _{Active. 20% SP per round. Strike a pose that emphasizes your leg muscles, before increasing your AGI by 20% of your STR.}
Protein Power _{Active. 10% SP. Utilizing your knowledge of muscular arts, manifest a Protein Shake that heals for 100 HP and grants 30 STR upon consumption. Cannot be used in combat. Only one Protein Shake can exist at any one time.}
Moon Flex _{Active. 5% SP. Bend over, facing away from your targets to show off your muscular glutes, with a chance of taunting them. Efficacy increases if you have higher STR than the targets.}
Nobody’s Natty LVL 1 _{Passive. Improve the healing and STR-enhancing effects of consumables by 10%. Reduce STR-debuffing effects by 10%.}
Healthy Body, Healthy Mind _{Active 15% SP. The brain is a muscle, and that means it can be flexed as well. Increase Max MP and Current MP by 10*(20% of STR) for this round. If [Smartman] is one of your jobs, increase by 50% of STR instead.}
We All Lift Together _{Active. 50% SP. Become an avatar of muscle, doubling your STR for this round and inspiring all allies within thirty meters to greater heights of muscle as well, increasing their STR by 10% of your STR. After usage of this skill, take true damage equal to your STR.}
Path of Macho LVL 1 _{Passive. Every monster you kill that is of greater or equal level to you has a small chance of increasing your base STR by 1. Every Anomaly that you kill increases your base STR by 100.}
Empty Hands, Open Mind LVL 1 _{Passive. When weapons are not equipped, SP regeneration per round is 120% of END.}
Invigorating Palm Thrust _{Active. 15% SP. Coat your open palm with Qi, before pressing it into the target, mending their body and soothing their soul. The target regenerates HP equal to 5% of your Max SP for three rounds.}
Vein-Sealing Acupuncture _{Active. 30% SP. Perceive the meridian lines within your target, before delivering a burst of finger jabs to seal away their powers. Inflicts [Silence] upon the target for one round, preventing the consumption of Resources. Repeated use of this skill upon a target reduces efficacy.}

User Experience

Perception: Anime
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 10%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Equipment

Helmet:
Armor:
Arm Equipment:
Main Hand:
Off Hand:
Leg Equipment:
Shoes:

Accessory 1:
Accessory 2:
Accessory 3:
Accessory 4:

Inventory

Inventory Type: Basic

Inventory Capacity: 20

List
[Item]Shovel - Uncommon Weapon/tool
[Item]Pickaxe - Uncommon Weapon/tool
[Item]Token of the White Tiger - Rare Special Item - Grants access to ???
[Item]Wrestler’s Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR
[item]Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - If HP is above 50%, lose 5% of your Max HP per round. If HP is at or below 50%, gain 10% of Max SP per round. If HP is at or below 20%, gain +40 STR.
[Item]White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when travelling on hard surfaces.
[Item]Beasthide Gown - Common Armor
[Item]Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
[Item]Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
6553 Rishi

Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali

Type Territory, First Stage
_{+10% AGI}
Upon evocation, the territory around you transforms into a sandstone platform, submerged in warm, turquoise-blue seawater, which fades away at the edges of your territory. Every powerful blow you or your opponents connects with elicits an enthusiastic reaction from a spectral crowd, who swirl around the perimeter of your territory like a heat mirage.

Territory Creation

Activates at will. Consumes 10% of your Max SP to maintain. At First Stage, creates a ten meter by ten meter square zone centered on yourself. Can not be moved, unless Territory Creation is cancelled and re-established.

Dancin' in the Moonlight

While inside your Territory, become immune to all negative status effects induced by physical attacks, such as being knocked back, restrained, blinded, or bled. There are no visible indications of injury when sustaining damage. Magically-induced status effects will still affect you.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

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The sea wolf had been too preoccupied with watching his two compatriots. Aye, he came along to ensure they wouldn't face permanent injury from the quest (and to ensure that a certain two people wouldn't ruin the reputation of the guild). To watch those kids (though they were at most 10 years his younger) scrap it out and try to help others filled him with a certain sense of pride.

Wait, Malon was still being carted off by monster. Now wasn't the time for him to watch in pride. His thick fur that often protected him worked against him. It hid the feeling of him being sunk into the earth; he only realized once he was ankle deep. With all his strength, he resisted the creature's pull.

He wasn't one to be beaten by his youngers, nor would he die in a place that wasn't the sea. No, he would sink with his ship in a blaze of glory. That was his chosen fate. A simple smoke monster that he could barely see thanks to his horrid dog vision? Not a chance. A ghostly green shape began to form on his back; a cannon's barrel pointed directly at the monster both above and below. With his back protected, the creature's bladed thrust had been redirected away from his broad back. At the same time, the cannon fired with a loud explosion. A flaming orb of spirits crashed through the smoky monster above and dragged their air with it. The pressure of the ball dragged what mud had been on his fur with it. The cannon itself, however, felt the recoil. The large frame smashed into the mud, erupting in an explosion of muck that was definitely felt by whatever was below. Klaus felt the recoil too, his body being sent even further into the ground. It wasn't far enough to trap him, though.

With power in each step, he dragged himself out of the mud. How was he going to catch up with the flying Eldrid and help Malon? By stealing her idea of course. Aye, this wasn't something he would have wanted to done, but the situation called for it. He'd have to steal that technique that she used. With another cannon forming in front of him, he quickly clambered inside of the chamber. With another explosion, he was launched forward toward Eldrid. He'd make it, probably. His feet were in absolute pain and his hearing was shot from the two point-blank blasts, though.

On the way overhead, he stuck out his hand for Ksavir. "Grab on, kid!" He yelled at the blood mage. For only a brief moment, the air dog's hand was reachable for the blood mage. Whether he came along or not was depending on how fast he could react to a wolf that was no longer restrained to land and sea.

Cacophony Concord

You Can Become a Hero!

^@Severance

With the introductions over, there really wasn't much left to do that day except get situated in their dorm and wait for class to start. After all, Yoru didn't wish to stay out in the wet cold of Hokkaido for too long. She had lotion to apply and balm to put on. Skincare was one of the most important tenements of beauty, after all. Plus, she didn't want to carry around her essentials for much longer. Not too much work to do so, but enough that she would rather unpack sooner rather than later.

She still paid mind to the interactions of the others, but she didn't join in. Associations and what not. With Aia talking about the subversion they'd soon learn, Yoru wasn't exactly surprised. Ishin academy had the reputation of being harsh and strict, but it was most likely less so on the inside. After all, they were all children. It wasn't like they were joining the military. Though, she did suppose that the true subversion would be that Ishin was an actual hellhole human grinder that was much worse than the reputation it possessed. That was a pretty messed up thought, though. Would probably be busted by the government for abuse and child endangerment if that was the case.

"So Yano," she told her new roomie in that sickly sweet tone, "do you want to go together to see our dorm together or stay around for a bit longer~?" She honestly didn't care which one Haruhi chose. Frankly, she didn't really want to interact with her at all. Her reputation demanded it, though. Going out as a bitch on day 1 that couldn't even put up with a single person was social suicide. Who knew, maybe that manic pixie girl wasn't as bad as Yoru once thought. Probably was, though.

Cacophony Concord

Cannibal Courtesan

excuse me

Cacophony Concord

I too am a Horogi picker. I just want my psychotic civil war shenanigans.

@Psyker Landshark

Cacophony Concord

I just wanna spin things ;w;

@GreenGoat

from one horogi picker to another

Lostman Graffiti

@Crowvette

Northwest District - Spice Tea

The arrival of a strange figure in the shop gave Aya only a moments worth of interest. There wasn't anything too unusual about someone wearing a hoodie in the dead summer haze. Just the same as the people who refused to wear anything more than shorts and a t-shirt in winter, those that wore hoodies in summer were more victims of their own hubris than interesting people. Now if that hoodie had been emblazoned with dozens of ahegao faces, then it would be interesting.

"...Sorry." She apologized to Gotou. She at least had to try to say sorry for offending him like that, even if it was absentmindedly. "Thought business as in bein' a customer 'n not... ya know. Poop."

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

"Bad luck, mostly. C'est la vie."

Bad luck indeed, considering the fact that this was the second time she was attacked in two days. Either something big was going on or there was a complete failing in the safeties that the resistance once had. With the recognizable noise of goosestepping outside, Lilliane was at the ready. She pulled out a large kit from the front of her suit jacket. More specifically, a folded length of a thick, plastic-like fabric.

With the singer saying goodbye, Lilliane was the first to hit the deck. By the time Taras said excuse me, she had already unraveled the kit across the ground. With the table miraculously not colliding with her neck as she hunched over the kit, her brain was already formulating a plan. Unlike before, she could actually think. Wide open fields were not somewhere a spy did well in. No, she knew of close, urban environments. In front of her was a sewing kit filled with dozens of needles of varying sizes, tubes of glue, and thread. At this moment, she only cared about two things: the needles and the glue.

"So. American sports. You all know the game of baseball, right? Something the Yanks invented almost ninety years ago." Her hands were quickly at work, applying the quick-drying glue to the large sewing needles and smaller pins. "Well, MP40s have about 32 shots so as soon as that volley's done, we'll have about five seconds of safety. The point is," she squeezed the glued needles together which formed some sort of rod of needles together, "I'm not too fond of—or skilled at—American sports myself, so someone else toss this at them when they reload."

She held out the cluster of needles in front of her.