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Current Goodbye Miura. One of my favorite fantasy authors of all time has gone too soon.
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4 yrs ago
Don't forget, they made another new hero named Screentime. A meme loving superhero who got his powers from exposure to internet gas. He has the ability to basically be a smart phone.
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4 yrs ago
Sometimes I open up a new tab on my browser and I forget what I intended to do with it... What am I doing here again?
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4 yrs ago
When did I do that?
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5 yrs ago
Whenever you're feeling down, just remember that this man is cheering you on: youtu.be/KxGRhd_iWuE
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@NarayanK Edited my last post. Hopefully it better fits the description of the pads.




After peppering the Dioanea with all 40 bullets he had loaded into his weapon, Robert began to reload his dual weapons, an action that looked far more fluid and easy in films. It was while he was fumbling to insert two new magazines into his bracers that he was able to hear Trad's call for help. "Yeah, of course buddy," the boy replied to his teammate as he heard the familiar click that came with a successful reload and pulled back the bolts on the two weapons.

As he ran to his friend's side, the redhaired student heard what sounded like a tree tumbling down a hill and taking out many of its brethren as it rolled down to the bottom. Looking back to see the source of the sound though, he realized that it was the Grimm who had caused the sound as its jaws closed shut where he had been standing just moments again. A single, disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he looked back toward the predator who had chosen him as prey. "Of course it was me," he said under his breath before sprinting away at speeds that would certainly impress the Beacon track team, if there was such a thing.

Running past Trad, Llyr, and Cian, he told the group, "Sorry, I can't help right now!" before jumping onto one of the translucent pads that covered the room. Like a trampoline, he was thrown into the air, just barely escaping the tentacles below him, the wood just barely grazing his foot. While it had definitely saved his life, making him capable of avoiding every one of the tentacle roots that had been crashing toward him, he wouldn't be thinking about that as he landed back on the ground with a sickening thud.

A couple moments of silence would from Robert would most likely worry those who had seen the ridiculous sight that had just happened during their fight with the Grimm. After what might have felt like an eternity to some, he raised his hand in a thumbs up and told his fellow classmates, "I'm alright." His voice would come out muffled though as he had yet to push himself up off the ground.


"Like a long forgotten zit you're here to pester me once again, you pustule lookin' motherfucker. I swear, you limp dick son of a bitch, you better not be standing outside my store because you need that stupid fucking shield repaired again," the blacksmith said, not even looking up from the anvil he was smashing his hammer against to see who's shadow it was that was blocking his light. His poor customer service had driven away most of his previous customers, despite his admittedly high quality craftsmanship, with the exception of one adventurer who didn't seem to mind being the target of his insults. Perhaps he was a masochist.

"Sorry, Barry," Convel replied, taking off his helmet and tucking it underneath his arm. The former player of Elder Tale, now turned resident of what was once one of the most popular MMOs of all time, swept back his snow white hair and wolf ears with his free hand to get the stray strands out of the way of his eyes. "I underestimated Murkteeth the Malformed and thought I could take him on all on my own. Had to use Vicarious Shield or risk losing a lot of XP."

Barry let out a sigh as Convel handed over his shield, getting started on repairing the destroyed piece of equipment. "You do this one more time and I swear to the fucking gods, both those of our world and of this one, that I will turn your internal organs into external ones."

"That seems a bit excessive."

"Don't you fucking talk back to me," Barry replied angrily. "Do you know much time it takes to fully repair a completely destroyed piece of equipment? This is going to take me for fucking ever. Don't expect me to give you a discount for this like I did last time. In fact, I'm almost tempted to make you pay twice as much."

Convel merely shrugged in response before replying back, "I had been saving a lot of my gold before the expansion to buy whatever new stuff came out on the market, so I've got plenty to pay you back."

"Then maybe I'll make you pay five times as much."

"I'll shut up now."

"Good. Now get out of my sight, so I can focus on my work. I don't want to even hear your voice again until after I send you a message saying I'm done."

"Alright, see ya' around, Barry."

As Convel was walking away from the blacksmith's shop, he could hear the man screaming out more insults. The Wolf Fang Adventurer didn't catch everything he said, but it was somewhere along the lines of being denser than a neutron star and wishing that his mother had swallowed him back when he was conceived. Very vulgar and derogatory stuff.




@Suku

Needing some way to pass the time, he began to search the markets for somewhere to eat. He was glad that some chef had finally discovered the secret to making food have actual taste again, since he had trouble keeping anything down when it had tasted like cardboard caked in paste. While standing in line for an inexpensive snack though, the adventurer would be distracted by the frustrated screams of another nearby player that had been supposedly trapped in the game with him. After getting to the front of the line and ordering himself a sandwich, Convel would approach the twintailed girl.

"Hey, mind if I sit here? I'll give you half of my sandwich," he asked, figuring that he might as well attempt to make the stranger's day better by giving her some friendly conversation. If she accepted his offer, the Wolf Fang would break off a half of his sub sandwich and hand it over while taking a seat next to her. "So... want to talk about what's got you so riled up? Well beside the obvious fact that we're stuck in a video game and can't see any of our friends and family on the outside."


Katsuo would have made quite some progress on his way to the city center when something in the distance began to shine in his eyes. The Sun was reflecting off of a black motorcycle that was being ridden through the city streets by some figure that was much too far away to be recognized. The identity of this rider didn't matter in his eyes though. What did matter was that there was someone in the city who was probably looking for a way out of Tokyo-to and these beasts were probably swarming them. Someone needed help and that was all the young hero needed to know before his priorities changed from stopping this crises to saving them. Skidding to a stop and kick up some of the road beneath his feet, he changed directions and leaped toward the direction of Tsuruhime.

When Katsuo got close enough to the magical girl though, he'd have yet another change of plans as another hero joined the fray. Since the gun summoning, angry looking girl looked like she was no civilian upon closer look, he directed himself instead to the missile summoning, ecstatic looking girl who appeared to be blowing up dozens of the creatures as well as whatever buildings and such were nearby. She hadn't toppled anything yet or caused the roads to be completely irreparable, but there was no telling what damage she could do if this were merely a fraction of her power.

Throwing himself toward the rocket Hanako was riding atop of, Midori Kamen only just barely got a grip on the tail fin of it, the flames from the back almost scorching him. "Hey! You! Cool it with the missiles! You're going to end up doing more damage than the monsters possibly could!" he shouted over the sound of the rockets and roaring wind.
@NarayanK Just realized I probably should have included you in the mentions.




When the Dionaea was released from its captivity Robert had his back turned to the giant plant Grimm, so as it flung out its roots towards each student present, he was completely ill prepared. "Begin? What was that about- Whoa!" he said before vaulting over the incoming appendage, just barely avoiding being struck. "Jeez, that thing could have taken my head o- Gah!" From the other direction, a second root came from behind and collided with Robert's back, his aura keeping him from receiving any major injuries as it flung him across the room. It didn't, however, negate all of the pain as he skid across the stone floor, snapping a couple of the wooden poles that stood in his way.

Once his roll of pain was finally halted by the hard solid wall, Robert shakily rose back up to his feet, stumbling back the way he came to rejoin Trad, Cian, and Llyr. Rolling his head in a circle and receiving several cracks from his neck, he let out a sigh. "That... hurt," the redhead cautioned his friends, letting them know that being hit by their Grimm opponent was not recommended.

Hearing Trad's new plan, Robert decided to follow orders and transformed his weapon to its ballistic mode, aiming toward the Dionaea and opening fire. A barrage of 10mm rounds struck the creature, tearing through its foliage-like faces and necks. If Trad wanted him and Cian to grab the thing's attention all on their own, the pair were certainly doing the best they could.
@Guess Who

Oh crap, sorry I was supposed to post awhile ago. I'll get one up later today after work. If you want to post anyway I don't know if there's anything Trad has to add.


That's alright. I'll start working on a post then when I get the chance.
Hey @Awesomoman64, are you planning on posting? I didn't want to start a post yet in case you wanted Trad to reply to something Robert said.


"Have a taste of my foot!" Midori Kamen cried out as he kicked another of these strange monsters in the face, it's crumpled corpse soon dissolving just as the last thirty had. Taking each of these strange creatures out was no problem for the rookie hero. They were on a complete other level when it came to low intelligence, not at all organizing themselves to attack when he was weakest and instead just lunging forward on sight. They weren't impressively strong either, having the same amount of power behind their attacks as a normal human would, which paled in comparison to the green-clad protector's own strength. That wasn't the problem though. The problem was that there seemed to be an almost endless supply of them and soon enough he was bound to be swarmed and crushed under a tidal wave of the beasts. Already, there was probably more of these things then there was litter on the ground and that number was still steadily increasing. There had to be a source, somewhere that all of these things were coming from, and he needed to find it and shut it down.

Like an unfortunate victim of a flood, Midori Kamen began to wade through the sea of beasts as he attempted to follow their path of destruction. Though instead of just trying to keep his head above the tide, he needed to instead punch and kick the water until it disappeared. Perhaps this flood analogy wasn't the most accurate comparison, especially when the number of them is still small enough that I can distinguish which creature's body parts belong to which. For now at least. That won't last forever though and fighting each individual monster is seriously slowing me down. It's time to think of a new strategy. Pushing back the beasts nearest to him, the young hero began to put his untested plan into action.

Gathering up all of the strength in his legs, he began to run. He'd need the running start in order to make this work. Once he'd gotten enough speed, he slammed his foot into the ground and pushed off with as much force as he could, sending him flying through the air. The power of flight was unfortunately not one of the powers granted to him be the Spirit of the Earth, however his super strength allowed Katsuo to have the next best thing: superpowered leaping. In a single bound, the seventeen year old would find himself so high that he could easily spot the pattern of the monsters below him. They were all coming from city's center, though he couldn't see if it was a portal, an even bigger monster, or something else that was the actual cause of all this. After landing on a couple more of the beasts, Midori Kamen would get into position to do another jump closer to the center of Tokyo-to.
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