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Most important question: what tier waifu is this Goddess?

Tes luna vi luna
Sol sollus a esta
𝕬𝖑𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍
Biologically 20 | Male | Huma

Straightforward ♗ Bold ♗ Generous ♗ Honest ♗ Industrious
Lustful ♝ Greedy ♝ Volatile ♝ Blunt ♝ Hedonistic ♝ Vengeful ♝ Vulgar ♝ Proud ♝ Egotistic ♝ Reckless

Background
Some students in Kurtzpel University were passionate. Others were naturally proficient. But Albrecht Dietrich was simply prestigious. Ever since he was a child, he had all the educational benefits that came with wealth, from tutors to boarding schools to subscriptions to multiple online resources, and he had parents that would drive him towards it as well. A lawyer? A doctor? A pilot? No, those were far too lowbrow when he stood to inherit the grandeur of the Dietrichs’ multinational conglomeration, which had a grasp that ranged from pharmaceuticals to big data, and the sheer amount of resources he had available to him served to make him one of the highest scoring students in his class, all at a small, small cost of any independence or agency.

Really, when the bus smashed into the 18-wheeler and his head splattered against the window, Albrecht’s last thought was simply ‘Good riddance’.

And when he found himself remade to the preference of a capricious Goddess, he couldn’t help but celebrate.

Maybe now he’d actually have a shot at living for himself.

Extras
  • Albrecht has spent his entire life pent up, and now he’s ready to explode.
  • He skipped three grades, but is currently in the body of a grown man.
  • Though he acts like a dumbass, Albrecht can still be remarkably insightful when he wants to be.



Yeah, sounds pretty doable then.
I'm fine with Co-GMing, sure. But what do you need the co-GM for? Doing battle posts? Playing NPCs? Enforcing rules? etc
I actually started Ewan in the middle of nowhere, so that's semi-awkwarddddd.

But our paths with cross in due time, no doubt.
Light shone, but Minoru had no intention of waking yet. Rolling in her sheets, she smeared her eyes against her pillow, grabbing as much darkness as she could. It had been a long time since she had such a pleasant, light dream, and now, all she wanted was to bask in that pleasant warmth again. Her alarm was set for 6 AM, and it couldn’t be past that yet. She’d get up after it rang.

Time passed as she laid there, becoming more and more restless as minutes ticked away. Napping longer was good. It was even great. But what if she fell asleep and then couldn’t wake up even after the alarm rang? What if she forgot to set the alarm last night? It wouldn’t hurt to look at her clock, just to gauge how much she could commit to sleeping longer.

She rolled over and opened one eye carefully.

There was no clock. The walls were wood. The sun shone soft. No cars sounded outside. Her cheap curtains were missing from a window that was much larger than what she had before. There were bright, beautiful flowers bundled up in an expensive vase by the window, and her bed was so much larger than the cheap, DIY twin-sized bed she purchased two years ago.

Minoru’s first instinct was to jump up into a sitting position, pulling the sheets up over her body. Where the hell was she? Whose bed was this? Did she have clothes on? Yes, thank god for that. Didn’t recognize them, but…what did she even do last night? Think, think. Drinking, but she remembered coming home later. Wait, why didn’t she have a hangover? Was this kidnapping? Her phone, oh god, she needed to Google maps her way out of this cabin and get to work. Her eyes scanned the room, and she spotted a wardrobe easily enough. Scampering off the plush bed, Minoru stormed towards the wardrobe and practically tossed it open, hoping for…

“Oh, this is bad.”

This could be the actual worst. These weren’t the clothes of some muscular lumberjack. These weren’t even the clothes of some off-grid hippie. These were child-sized clothing that looked like they all came from a cosplay photoshoot, from frilly coats to fabulous hats to gorgeously colored cloaks to amazingly cute shorts to a whole bunch of things that Minoru definitely could NOT wear on the Tokyo line. Hell, that wasn’t even her first concern. Her first one would be…did she end up sleeping with a minor?

No. She reached for her throat and felt that strange bulge. She looked at her hands, and realized they were much paler than she remembered, much smaller as well. Fingers combed her hair, coming away with silky silver strands. The memories came back. How cute it was, that limited edition Red Riding Hood outfit. How nice and dainty it was, to be a small cute kid who fought monsters so bravely. How little it made sense now. On a whim, Minoru pulled out the Menu.

…

Of course the Log Out option didn’t work. As expected, none of her friends were online either.

Slowly, she sank to the floor, hugging her knees with her too-thin arms. Minoru always knew the world didn’t need her, but to be shunted into a game she hadn’t touched in five years? That was even worse. Yeah, that’s what it was.

This was the worst.


It wasn’t like there was any particular reason for him to get up. No real motivation behind it, no particular drive that propelled him out of his comfy little house. It was just that, after ten minutes or so of crawling into a little ball, his butt was sore from sitting on the hard floor and he figured that it was probably a good thing to look around after all. Even if no one else shared his plight, confirmation that civilization existed was a good thing, right?

Right.

With that, Ewan pushed open the doors of his house and into the blinding light of…nature. Just nature. Nature of the wild kind, nature of the savage kind, nature of the ‘monsters will be here’ kind. Of course. After five years, the developers WOULD have changed the world map a bit, wouldn’t they? So there was no civilization nearby and his house was in the middle of nowhere. It was enough to bring a tear and a chuckle to the Halfling.

Then he picked up a rock and hurled it against a tree, leaving a dent in the bark as the rock ricocheted into the deep grass.

Nothing more to it than to walk, that’s for sure.
I'll be keeping an eye on this for now. How fast do you intend the RP to go? And where in the spectrum of despair vs lightheartedness will this fall, cause self-awareness isn't a real indicator of comedy.

It wasn’t deep enough.

Blazing past the goblin brutes and sending a cloud of dust upwards as she stopped to re-assess her situation, Cecilia clicked her tongue at her dwindling resources, both for her Mana and her Health. Brute flesh was rather thick for a level 12, and the damage they dealt with their powerful swings was problematic as well. Unlike the wargs, who were largely unarmored, there was definitely a lack of efficiency in her ‘multi-hit’ fighting style. Not enough strength and skill to simply blast through their resilience. Big hitters were going to be River and Karuu then. She’ll turn her focus onto being a distraction for the rest of them.

Cecilia grinned at that, bright and excited. “Cici’s going on CC,” she called out, a golden burst of light assuaging some of her mana concerns as magical tempest built around her legs. “So the rest of you, start stealing them kills!”

A pause. Two lancers came out of nowhere as well, a pair of twins that launched twelve quick blows. “Hey, Zks, that’s a big no-no! Getting new friends to help out still isn’t the same as actually doing anything, you know?”

She stepped off, the world slowing down around her as she passed under the club of the first Brute, the Zenon Spear roaring as it smashed against the monster’s leather armor, ripping into the straps that held the armor together. Before he could respond, the cloaked Lancer’s shield glowed next with the telltale sign of an activated skill, and she charged off like an arrow from a bow, slamming the solar plexus of the next Brute with the edge of the Skirmisher’s Buckler, the blow enough to lift the much smaller creature off his feet as Cecilia performed a half-step reset. She bounced off again, a black comet within the melee that broke in and out, before the next brute in her sight found themselves with the Zenon spear digging deep into their flesh, a piercing strike that pinned them to the ground. For an instant, they were transfixed, and it was in that moment that Cecilia planted her foot against their chest and kicked herself off. Scarlet pixels trailed out of the length of her spear as she somersaulted once, and the spear shot out a third time in midair, hooking under the arm of another brute to flip them upwards.

“Welp, have fun, guys," Cecilia said, with a salute and a starry wink, "This is Cici, signing out~!”

And with that, a powerful backstep shot her out of the fray once more, to observe the chaos she caught from a safe distance.
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