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Current God Bless the USA! Happy 4th Everyone! (though admittedly a day late)
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Oh yay-- the status bar has turned into Twitter again... My favorite.
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2 yrs ago
Damn dude-- don't remind me what's been taken from us.... I seriously miss that game.
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Imagine not using maple syrup to sweeten your coffee.
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3 yrs ago
AFTER MUCH TIME-- LIFE RELEASES MINE GONADS FROM ITS CRUEL VICE...... YA BOI RETURNS!
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@Zeroth@Gardevoiran@King Cosmos@Kazemitsu@SilverPaw@Searat

Jason lightly chuckled at Asura's comment, fortunately for the group, this highly unstable explosives were extremely common in his home country.  'Don't worry Asura,' he responded through [Telepathy II]'I have MUCH more experience with dangerous explosives than most.' 

As his 'brother' headed off into the shadows with M.S., Jason heard a faint, child-like scream off in the distance. What it was, the slime mage couldn't tell, but one thing was certain: the goblins were on the move.

As of now, it appeared as if the goblins were only at the entrance, and making slow forward progress.  Good, this meant he still had a tiny bit of time to work on his psionics.  With how close he was to finishing the development of his 'psychic field' ability, Jason figured that he had just enough time to complete the skill.  

Focusing his mind, Jason began channeling [Tremor Sense II] and [Telepathy II] from where he left off; where the skill had finally started aligning with the same sort of energy fluctuations that he felt from Telepathy.   Then, as if slowly turning a dial, the slime mage gradually continued to further the alignment.

The warlord was determined to continue channeling until one of three things happened;

1- He got the skill

2- The light from the torches drew too close for comfort (about row E)

3- Attacked by a 'random encounter'

As Jason poured all his will and mana into his 'psychic field', he desperately hoped that his gamble would be worth it, if not, this could be the end of both him, and his allies.

(In the event that he runs out of mana before any of the three conditions are fulfilled, Jason will consume one of the mana crystals in his inventory)

@Wildman13 doing well, lots of college work though. Yourself?


@Zeroth@floodtalon@Gardevoiran@King Cosmos@Kazemitsu@SilverPaw@Searat

Looking over his newly changed body, Jason huffed a sigh of displeasure. Now he was gonna stick out like a sore thumb, what's more; he looked fucking ridiculous. Quickly using the source crystal on himself, Jason turned toward  Rain and Asteria, as they had been the only ones so far to address him. Reaching out a pseudopod, and activating  [Telepathy II], 'Indeed I have,' he responded to the both of them before Rain scurried off.

Listening to Asteria's report, Jason nodded, 'Thank you for the Intel Asteria, I think using the pit as a trap is an excellent idea. I leave that to you while I try to finish defensive preparation' he telepathically replied whilst using [Magic Analysis I] on his newly upgraded ability.

Turning to the butchered lizard corpses, an idea formed in Jason's head; if mana crystals could take on new properties, such as the flame touched crystals, perhaps adding fanged lizard venom to a normal mana crystal, could create a poison tainted mana crystal! Thus, by Binding Together a flame-touched crystal, and a poison-tainted crystal, something equivalent to a poison grenade could be created!

Creating a small divot in the ground, Jason dragged the remains of the lizards to his imitation of the Alchemy bowl used by the other humans earlier. Wriggling a pseudopod inside of each lizard, the slime mage fished out each lizard's poison sacs. Pointing their fangs into the created bowl, Jason lightly squeezed each sac, milking as much venom as he could into the divot he created. After squeezing the venom out of each lizard into the divot, he used [Material Analysis I] to ensure that it was working, then he added a mana crystal. If successful in creating a poison-tainted Mana crystal, Jason would pull a lung from one of the corpses. Sucking in a puff of air, he lightly inflated the lung and proceeded to stuff both the poison tainted mana crystal he just created, as well as a flame-touched mana crystal into the tight, fleshy bag. Examining his new creation, Jason felt a sense of pride, hopefully this poison grenade would do it's job.

Now onto other things, Jason began to ponder how to take down Rattleskull. With all the evolved goblin's experiences taken into consideration, it was unlikely that rock spire would be an effective or efficient way of dealing with him. The warlord needed a new weapon, something that fucking monkey had never encountered before....

Then it hit him.

PSIONICS!!! Considering the mental faculties of the goblins, mental warfare could yeild potentially lethel results. However, at the moment, Jason's only psychic power was communication, even more concerning, he'd needed to experiment on his allies in order to develop it. However... since this would be a skill meant to attack, rather than communicate, could he not test it on himself? Besides, since psychic power was will made manifest through mana, perhaps Jason could crystallize his understanding of the spell's, and minimize the need for actual testing.

Clearing his his crowded mind, Jason pictured a glass sphere that had a valve at it's from. This sphere was how Jason chose to picture the mind; enclosed, protected, but able to be peered into, and if the valve (representing the 'invisible connection') was opened; accessed.

With a target lain before him, Jason envisioned his assault. Small incopreal tendrils of psionic energy began to wrap around the sphere, slowly constricting and causing the sphere to begin to warp, and crack... and then, it shattered.

Jason pictured this mental scenario several times, yet something seemed... off. The end came too quickly, as if minds were fragile, brittle things. No, that was far from the truth, minds could bend, warp, split, and even fight back. For now, it appeared that crushing the minds of his foes may be beyond Jason's abilities, as well as understanding. This is why mental repetition was important for a warrior of any kind to practice, it allowed them a better understanding of how each motion, strike, and decision, on more than just a physical level.

The slime continued to ponder, he needed a foundation on which he could build his psychic abilities... Though his telepathy was certainly a promising candidate, in it's current state, it just wasn't enough. Jason's mind began to wander, eventually settling on the memory of him first developing Tremor Sense. Of course! Tremor Sense was seemingly the foundation of all earth-based magic, as it allowed it's user to familiarize themself to the magic energies of the earth. Thus, assuming all magic schools had a 'base ability' akin to Tremor Sense, Jason could easily use his current magical knowledge to apply new elemental affinities to skills he already knew.

Jason was ecstatic, he'd possibly just made a breakthrough. Hopefully, by combining traits of Tremor Sense and Telepathy; both skills of level II, he could easily create an entirely new one. Clearing his mind, he began his final pre-battle experiment.

Clearing his mind, Jason activated [Tremor Sense II], focusing it not into the ground, but into the space surrounding him. Carefully, he felt the flow of his mana, the way it reverberated, and interacted with the space around him. Once comfortable with his understanding of how [Tremor Sense II] behaved, Jason carefully gathered psychic mana from [Telepathy II] in his core. Slowly, he began to use the gathered psychic mana to sustain [Tremor Sense II]. Jason poured all of his willpower into this attempt to create a 'psychic field'; which, if his theory was correct, would provide a building block for new psychic skills to be formed upon. As his mana and mental strength began to wane, Jason used [Magic Analyisis I] to see the fruits of his labor, and ceased channeling the experimental magic.

Consuming the last crystal in his inventory, Jason flopped over to the stash and snatched up three more before heading back over to his 'grenade', readying himself for the fight ahead.
Aaron Yang

The Golden Quarter

@catchamber@ERode@Letter Bee


Worthy of love huh?

Talus' last words echoed in Aaron's head as he suddenly found himself in the middle of a busy street. What the fuck? Was this some weird ass dream? Pressing his hand lightly against his throat, there he felt the indent of what had been a rope, pressed tightly into his delicate flesh. This was no dream. This was real. Gritting his teeth in a combination of disbelief and shock, the teenager began to survey his surroundings, hoping to acquaint himself with this 'new world'.

Around him stood three others that seemed to be like him; two boys and a girl to be precise, none of them were familiar faces... Beyond them were... beastfolk? People with various animalistic features roamed the busy street, some running away from the suddenly appearing group of strangers. 

Signs written in a strange, unknown language littered the area, the surrounding buildings hosting what appeared to be storefronts. Perhaps this was a commercial area? With all that had happened, Aaron could only be sure of one thing; this wasn't the world he knew.

Again Aaron found himself pondering Talus' words, ”May we find ourselves worthy of love in the new world.” In the last world, his parents had given him their love and support unconditionally, and he had thrown it all away in a moment of selfishness... Though Aaron  had lost his faith in higher power long ago, was  this God's way of offering redemption?

Within a sea of darkness, a small light of hope ignited for the first time in years. This was his chance; a new beginning, he could finally repay what he owed, and make something of himself. "Whoever brought brought me here, if you can hear me... Thank you. I know you love me, and giving me such a chance, I will return that love... But first, I have to repay the love of my family." Aaron whispered in a quiet prayer as his eyes teared up once again, not in sadness, but gratitude.

Looking to the sky above him, a smile formed on Aaron's face as he became oblivious to those around him.  The warm light of the sun gently caressed the teenager's face as his tears began to stop.

Today, he would start anew.




@Zeroth

As soon as his evolution decision became concrete inside his mind, Jason immediately felt a deep and powerful sleep come over him. It was too fast, and there was no fighting it--just like going under before a surgery.

Thus began the most inexplicable out-of-body experience Jason could ever dream of.

Jason drifted upwards, out of his body, rising high enough that he could look out across the cave. He could see the pool where he had first begun his new life, flopping down into the water and slowly bobbing his way back to shore with his flimsy little pseudo-flippers. He could see the tunnel he had painstakingly spent hours digging, the small herb garden he had been neglecting, the large green crystal--the same color as the Source Crystal, but easily a hundred times larger--sitting in the dark and softly glowing.

Drifting further upward,layers of rock began to obscure Jason's vision. The evolving slime wondered, was this really a dream? No. It couldn't be... He had just left his body. Was this normal? Did he just fuck up royal? Was it because he was an anomaly to this world?

Jason's train of thought was interrupted as light hit his eyes once more. Rising higher and higher above the earth, the former warlord realized that this was an invaluable opportunity to map the land. As he continued to go higher and higher, Jason attempted to study and memorize as much of the world as he could, his allies would definitely need such information in the future.

Higher and higher he went, before him, the entirety of the planet rotated thousands of miles an hour, yet from this distance appeared as no more than a soap bubble, as if it would pop if he but brushed a fingertip against it. The city lured him, cried out for him. The island's red skies held him in sway.... Only for the 'SYSTEM' to absolutely flip the fuck out.

Ȇ̛͈̤̒̏̔͆͌̚Ṙ̵̸̳͓̤̦̌̃͆̊̿͠R̴͐͑͏̲̬̖͈̮͙͟O͈̰̠͇̰̩̐͒͊̃̊͝R̘̱̻̺͖̺̱̩ͦ̒̓̀:̧̼̬̖̲̗̼̥̻̌͊̂̎͂̚ ̗̗̯̉̿̓͘͟E̷̡̱̮̩̥͈̪̹̱ͣ̿͐N̴̦͈͙̪̓ͫ͂̒ͧ̓C̺̠̮̞͋O̢̤͗̉ͭ͘U̻͇̤̪̤̲̟ͫ͆ͅN͚̰ͯ̑̿ͧ̈ͯͨͪ͜Ṱ̷̨̧͓̪̖̒͊͆̔̆ͦÊ̢͖̗̤̳̥̦͓̦͑̾ͬ͊̀͠R͆͆ͯ̈́̇͏̙̠̜̲͇̕E̩̞͂̉ͭ̀͟͝D̗̬̤͇̩̤̣̅̇̿̾ ͐͂́ͪ̆̉͏͙͔̝̹̺F̨̱̬̟ͤ̊ͯ̿͆͟O̴͚̤̙͖͈̱ͬ̀ͧͪ̇ͬ̆͌̀́R͐̿͆҉̞͙̺͇͔̕Ẹ̬̼͑ͤͦ̏̈́̀I̭̟͍̝̿͗͒̓͆ͫ̽G̸̡̯̹͈͑͛̈͋̋̒͌́N͕͎̹͕̝͒ͫͣ͋̎͌͞ ͖̼͕̣͔̲̥̮͖ͬ͋̄̌Oͭͥ҉̷̼̞͚̼͓̥B̢̖͈̜͕͒̋͂̂ͯͧ̍̆̕J̵̨ͩͥ͏̥̲̼̪̥̯Ę̩̹̟̙̮͕̍͂̾͢ͅC̛͓̼͎͇̗̞̽ͤ͂ͥ͒̾̚͘T͉̙̩ͬ͂́̚͠͡

̞̮̫͖̺͉̝͚̄͑ͣ̊̆̃Ṣ̸͕͑C̏̐͋ͩ̄̽ͥ̄͏̶͇͉A̖͚̝̼̻̘ͩͥͥͫ̋ͩ̐N̷͇͎͔̟͍̉ͥ̉̅ ̱̤̺̱̲̣̄̈́ͪͥ̆̒͢ͅC̪̩̒̀O̸̷̭̘̻̺͖̣ͭͩ͆̈́̎͟M̼̣̭̥͕̬͎̑ͮ̐̌͆͞Ṕ̸̜͈͔̞̙̜̏ͭ̅ͫͧ̎ͮ̕L̩̞̲̗͍̘͂͘Eͬ̾ͤ̄́̀͏̶̦̜͖̙͖Ţ͉͓̰͍̙̱̮̏̈́̅̎͗E͎̼̖̙̪̔̔͛͝.͗̆͏͖̳ ̨̩̦͕͚̾̈̐͢T͎͇̪̠̮͉̣̆͋̌͒̌̓̽ͭ͜͞H̓̊̓̅̂҉̡̛̗̘̫̲̝̟̤ͅR̶̗̥̣͇͊͂ͣ͂̐̾̋͢͟E͙͇̹̣̾ͥ̏̎̆̿͋́͝A̛̭̯̗̱̥̞̝̅T͉̼̗̼̹̄ͩ̋ͅ ̷̷̼̣̫̝͇̅̊̿̓̚D̓͌̄̑̚͏̛̹̲͇̩̜̖̲̗͟Ę̱̻ͮ̇͆T̴̪̱̯̣̅̓ͧ̄̎Ē̯͎̋͋̈ͬC̷̛̛͖̩̯͉͆̈̄T͙̪̹̮͇͎̅̄̀̈͌̚ͅĔ̛̩͍͈̲ͫͤͪ͗̅͒ͤ͛͜D̛̼̭̻̥̻͋̊̀͐̈ͧͯͩ̅̕.̭ͨ̀ ̧̖̣̺̯͎̯͖̜̠̽͗Ṃ̨̛͎̘̞͚̼̀ͮ͐ͣ̾ͭ͢Oͨ̀ͩͣ̓ͪ͆ͥ҉̳̙̲V̊ͯͬ͛ͣ͂ͣ͗͠ͅI̶̧̲̜̫̹ͥ͋̽ͮͬͦ̇͗͘Ņ̵̹̪̞̪̥͇̳͋ͮ̄ͤ̚ͅG̴̡͍͇̯̀͂̀͑̉ͣ̚͝ͅ ̴͇̗̙̽̂ͤͥ̒ͩ̅͢͠T̪͈͎̑̈́͢͞Oͥ̎̋̓̐̐ͫ͊̈͡͏͍̘͍̰̤͖ ̖̬͉̗̳̟͍͂Q̵̨̻͚̲̠ͪͬ͂̈́̆Ũ̸͎̱͖̫͓̟̗͆̕A̧̨̯̙ͩ̐ͬͬ̏ͪŖ̒̽̓͑̄͋ͫ͝͏̘͎̣͉Ả̰̜͍̖̾̌͑̏̋͋̓̅́N̰͕ͫ̈͆T̻ͥ̐̑͌͛͒͜I̵̤̞̩̽͜N̆̉̄̈ͩ̇̚͏̬͈E̵̴̲͉̠̮͕̝͎̟̿ͦ-̺͙ͭ͑̌ͮͦͯ̊ͣ̚-͍̻͕͙͖̓͗̒ͣ́͋̃̀

̴̡̧̘͍͈͔̥̭̝ͯ̈́̌̑̏ͮ̿ͫṊ̴͍͈͓ͭ͒ͬ͂ͣͥ͆E̛͇̜̹͔̙̤̻͋̽Ẅ̯̝̣͈̥͙͔ͦ̃ͩ͘͠͞ ̼̻̞̖͇͍͔̩͊̿̊͒ͯE͊̅ͨ̌͋͂҉̰̻͎̰Ȓ̶͍̼̦͎͈̼ͬ̀̋̑̆ͤ͢Rͦ̑̓̓ͭ͜҉̺̼̣̹͍̝̻̀Ọ̘̬͉̞̗͈̖̅̓̊ͬ̋ͪͤ͋Ŗ̠͉̩̫͙̤̼̙̩ͮ̉ͥͪͮ́̇̿̕.͉̤̠͔̫͊̄́̃ ̸̵̳̳͔̬̺̰͖ͣͧ̌ͬ̈́ͥ̕ͅO̷̪ͨͩ̈V̾͌̾ͨͤ҉̮̣̠̙̳ͅE̴̶̴̬̖ͥͬͦͨ̔R̗͍͍ͧ̌ͨ̇̍́͒R͉̙͔̽̀͘͝I͓̺̓̄͋͋̏͒͂̂ͫD̵̢̫͕̺ͮ̌̔͊͛̀Ḙ̜̖͙͈͙̠̥̼ͬ̅͋̍̽̀̈̃́ ̸̺̠͚͖̺́͊̑̌̽̕I̸̡͔̜̹̦̥͇͔̬͗̑͊ͧ͂̕N̶̗͈͓̤̗̙̊̄͂I̡̢̫̎͐̉T͋̄͋͑ͨ͘҉̧͈͈̳̭͕I̮̣̙͈͋͋̓̄ͭ͟Ạ̶͎̳̭̹͎͊ͭ̽ͭ̓̊́T̩̘̗̱̥̞̲͈̃͐̐͑ͥ̊̿̃̀Ẹ̡̱̰̲ͪ͊̀̈͂͢Dͦͫ̋͑̑͛̍ͬ̒҉̯̮̺̤̺.̡́ͬ̈́̀̌̓͐͏̤͖͖͚̞.̭̳̩͍̘̮̾ͥ̈́̿̍͂̎ͩ.̷͉̣͖͚̯͕̣́͐͠ͅ
SYSTEM


Shit, THAT couldn't be good.

However, just as Jason assumed all was lost, he a familiar voice... The man who started this whole little adventure; The Demon King himself.

Y͖̰͉̖̝̩̯e̦̤̻a͓͖͕̤h̭̻̠̭͈̼,̺͙̤ I͖͙̜̫̤̙͕ ͇͎͈͙̱̺̟fi̙̘̙̰̼̫g͉̱̺̩̯͎u̞̤̱ͅr̩e̗̲d̦̰̖̮ ͉t͚̝ͅh̟̠̳̦̫a͖̭̻͓̲̘t̠ ͚̰̼̱w͍as͙ ̦̮̤͚g̝̤͈ͅo͙͙̖̠i̱n͖̩g͎̖̺̹͉͓͇ ̮̝̖ͅt̠̲o͎͖̠̻̱͇ ̫̺͎h̳͖̗̲ͅa̹̬̺pp͎̫̘̪e̯̫̟̹͈n̝̺̱̟͍ͅ.̼ ͖̳̱͙̼̦̥H̙̲̠̬͔̤ͅm̹̦̟̭.̗̹̞.̱̥̭̦.̝͎m̝̱̬a̱y̞b͎̗͇̲̣̠e̟̤̫̭̻̯ ͚̼̥a͍̟͈̱ ͔̳̹̳C̫͙̯̜̩̣u̮͖͓͍͓͎r̘̼͙̥͖̞͍s͉͙̦e̤̘͙̥͇͔ ̭wo͚̳̥̼u͕͕̼̼̟̩l̥̩ḍ̖̮̗͈ ̩͚͔̠ͅa͚̤̰̹n̞̣c̩͍ḫ̳͖͇̺͈͎o̪̙̲r̪̻ ͎̬͚̻̯th͈̯̣͇͙̠e͓̪͓ ͙͖s̘͉̟͉͈̱ͅo̯u̮̳̮l͇̱̲̱s b͍̖͓̞͇̲͕e͍͚̯̤̠͙̬t̹̞͙̥̟te̞͖r̟̫̠̱͕̣,̲ b̲̜̜̪̗̪̰u̗͕̺t̩̜ ̫̱̳ͅI͓͎̞͔͙̗͇ ̳̳͕͈̗d͍̹̖̠̱̜̼o͎̙͙̣̦̱n͔'̥̹̗̫t̹̦͉̺̖͖ͅ ̗͙w̘̠̬̞͈a͔̙̞nt͉̘̥͚͕̳ͅ ̘̦͉̹͙̝̲t̥̬̻̫h̠̩͙̠̙̝ḛ̱͚͎m̫ ̖̲͔͉̰a͍̰̟ͅl͖l̫͕͖̖͕ ̩͍̙͍e͇̝̮̜̺͚̦v̺̺̬͈̭͓̭ọlv̖̥i̟̘n̰͈̥͍͇̼g̝̫̺̰̲ i̯̭͎̜̮n̺͉̖̫̻ͅt̻o̘̤̘̩ Un͕̹̳͕̹de͓̙̣̘ad̮̲͚̩̬͚.̺̮̦̗͓.̯͍̗̝̰̱.̝̪̘

N͇̯o̪̻̺̠̮͚w ̲̼͔̯w͍̖̭̥̩h̰̹i̺c͚̹̻h̗̜̲͓.͎̗̜̼̠̮͍.͖͓̙ͅ.͓͙͖̜̠a̤̯̲͙h̦̠̞͍̲͚͓.̳͕͈ ̝T͇h̼̖̟̳e ͔̤̰̪̠͎̤W̺ͅa̭̣̻͉rl̻̝̞ọr̭̗d̘̬̞̻̘.͙͓͇̙ ̹̹͕̝Ho̱̳̝̟͔w̞'̹̝͍s̯ i̪͓͉̮̗ͅt ̫͖͖̟b͍͉̱̼͖ḛ̩͍͕̳͖̖e̯̻n͙̙͙͔, ̠͔̫̫̗͈be͔̫i̻̻̤n̥ͅͅg͍͎̪ ̱̗̺̭̼a ͍̠͖̫̘p̫̳͇̦e̮̠o͕̫͉̻̳͙n ̦͚̰͉ạ̙̪͉g̤̯a͇̺i̠̙̣̺ṋ?̝̥̼͖̞ͅ ̬͙̱͕̪̣ͅN̲̭͚̩̮͇o͈̻̩t̩̬̥ ̦̩̘̖̪̥͙s̗o̪̗̞̮͖͍ͅ ̞̪͉̝ẹ͖͙̗͉a̲͙̳͙ͅṣ͖͙̥y̗̺͇͕͇͉ to̘̹̭̺̮̦ ̻͙t̤̫̩̫a͈k̞̪͈̰ͅe̻͙͈ ̜͎͎o͎̜̬̦͈v̲͖e͔͔ͅr̳̬̦̩͎ ̳̖̻̲w̱̬͇̼h̠e͈̩̻̼̣̬n ̥̝̠t̘h̗͔̲̬̮͔e̥̬̘̜ ̙̯͙̲̹͓r̘e̤̗͙̫͙̮͔s͔̳̜̼̥t͉ ọ̰f̘̞̹ t̹̟h̞̫̖͈e ̲̼̫̼͇̰͎p̼̪͚̹̯op̹͔̟̟̻͈̟u͙ͅl͙̘a̮̝ͅt̥i͉o̤n̙ ̙i̩̖̭̭̦̟͍ṣ̠̦n'̹̯̗̼̰͍̦t͎̬͓͙͇ͅ ̫ẉe̫̜̥a͚̜͎k ̪͇̭̠̝f̰̟̼͚͎̘ͅrom͇͔̙͔͎͎̬ ͉͖̱̫͕̥̝s̻̥̝̥̯ͅta͉̟̩̘̙̬rv͉̣̦̤ͅa͔̭̯̥ͅt̫̟̖i̤̝̙͈̯o͚̭͕̣n̘̥̻ ̮̦̦͕̦̼̳aͅn̻̲̬̘d̪͈̳̘ ̲an̠̝̮ ͉a̮͉̭̻͉̱d͍͇̪̙̼͕̼va̖̖̼̯̙n̟̯̺̠ce̝̥d̖͎̬̰̣ ̻͉̬na̲̮̹̲̼t̤̰͍̰io̺̫̤͓̟n ̱͎͕is̱̠n̮̗͙̳̞̘̩'̝͖̣̳̺̺t̫ ̰̞d͖̰̯r̭̲̩̝̞̯o̲p̞̺͚̩̥p̟͉̞̼͎ͅi̳͚n͙͉͖͉g ̥̤w̠̭ea̹͎̫̳p͚̰͍̙o̼͍n͎̯͇͉̜͔r̟͈̙̮ͅͅy͉͍̲͇̼ ̗͕̤͕̦i̟̺̮n̙t̲̲̬̤̖̞̭o̻̲̯͖̝̙ ͙y͖̼̜̟̘͍͕o̹̬̘͕̬̯u̝̱̭̹̣̠r͓̜̖ ͖͇ḷ̰͉a͇̙͕̭ͅp̠̼ͅ i̞̣͎̫̫n̜̞̺̙͇̼ ͉͎̭͕̳ͅex͇͕̗̙̗c̳͇͚h̞̬̣̯̣̞͈a̦͇̹̭n͙̠͍̫̭̙g̹̞͚͍͉̼e͓͉̰̩͕ͅ ͍̦͔fo͓̝̲̩͕͚͚r͔̮̗̙̭̰̞ ̲͎ͅf̯͙̮̤̹͍i̺̘a̭̗͓̠̹̬t͉͉ ͓̙̱̪di͉a̲̮̝̟̝̘͚m͕̻̳̩̺̭o̪n̹̟ds̪̮͔,̖̮̮̘ ̩is͍̙̳ ̹͙̦i̙͖̞͓̦̟̰t̙̤?̗͇̘̣͓̭

͚̻͓̗M̰̞̪̤ḁ̞͉g̞i̠̰̯c ͚͖͙͉͎͍̞p͙̘̟̥a̺̰̗̭̥̯ͅt̩̜̹̮̺h̟̻͇̯̖̫̯, ̼̗̣̘̩̜h̯̫̺̭̬̯u͈͖͕̙͈̦̯h͙?͔͔̬̗̼ ̤̱͍̫A͎̗̜͉̣̫n̼̘̫̗̟d̗̹ ̣͕̱̬a̻̣ ͓͖̘͈̯̣̹ḇ̹̣̖̖i̪̺̤t̞͉̦̦̟ ̜̞̲̩̮o͔f͓.̘͕͖ͅ.͚͕͎͍̲͙ͅ.̝̼p̘̜̻͉͖͓s̝̜̟i͈̪̱͈͉̯͖on̫̗̩ͅi̤̹̻͈̗c̞͎̤̫s̠̼? ̦̜̱̗̲͍̣R͔͓̜ar̻̮̺̤̲͈e̟̹̞̜,̗̗̩ t̙̫̠̣̜h̺̥̪̟at.̲̬͙̤̗ͅ ̙͓̤͇̱̱O̰̳̯̙h͉͖̫͖̣ ̖w̪̰̘͖̮e̘̼̤̜͉͇ͅl͕̫̠͖̻̳͙l̦̬̞͖̦̮ͅ,͍̬̩̝͕̝͇ g̮o͓̲̗̰̘̩̩od ͖͇̣̠l̻u̱̹̖̤̦̰c̞k̳̲̼̯̖̝.̠̣͓̯ ͉̯̤̬̳͕̖I̻͙̱̮̰͉̳f̪͍̘͔͓̗ ̘̘̥̥ͅy͉o͕̹͇͙̠̹u̦̰̠̮͚̦̼ r̜̤e̫m͕̙e̫͙̺̻͇̯m̪̗̭͚̯̘̝b̩̲̬̯̠e̦̟͔͖̜̙̮r͎͙̲̪̪ ̮̠̤a̖̬ͅn͈y ̫̜̳̖͕̦of̝ t̩̬͈͙̼h̯̮̳̟̯̲ͅis̲͇̝̞̣͚ ̤w̱͔͍͙̭̫hen̮̙ ̭̪͉̻̲̰yo̤u̗̰̳͕ ͕͍w͔̼ak̗̙̮̣̱̬e̟̰ ͚̲u̮̗̥͈̤p̬,̘̟̬͍̥͓ ̭be̬̝̙̣̠̙̤ c̹̱̩͎ḁ̱̬̥̞͚̬r̖e̗̗f̠̻u̳͓̣̳̜̞l ̬̱̟͎w͚̣̰i̻̹͖̤̹t̹̲̺͉̱̥ͅh̙ ͚̫̪a̤͔̺n̰̫̟̟y ͕̖͍as͚̻͍̜̫̟̟t̩̰̩̟̙̭ͅra̤̬l̫̞̠̠͓̟̥-̜̪-͎


SECOND OVERRIDE INITIATED

Fuck you, everyone knows they forget the cryptic bullshit as soon as they wake up! At least I don't straight up tell them--

ERROR: ENCOUNTERED TOO MANY ERRORS. RESETTING...
System:Jason


Psionics WERE rare! A smile spread across Jason's (nonexistant) face. He knew it! Hopefully it would earn him a 'variance like Crispy. Wait.. Was the Demon King talking to someone else? Perhaps there were even--

Before he could finish the thought, Jason suddenly found himself plummeting Earthward. As he fell, the slime tried his best to keep his eyes locked on what he assumed to be the area outside the cave, hopefully cleaning the warlord just a little extra information before returning to his body.

@Jangel13 would it work like that on the troll alpha as well?
@Jangel13 can pack leader be used to challenge other alphas?
@Jangel13 I'll deny for now
@Jangel13 that brings me up to 150 exp
@Jangel13 have you decided how much a Troll is worth Exp wise?
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