Psyker Landshark

Cacophony Concord

Stanislaw/Amulak

Amulak simply shrugged at both the wandering samaritan as well as the reactions of the rest of the group.

"What little cunt says make sense. May as well follow it." He said simply, walking up, winding up with as much effort as he could with his gimped STR, and slapping the rock.

Welcome, Immortal

You received 20 Silver.

You received Item Pouch (Common).

Class Unlocked!
Warrior
_{+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END}

Class Unlocked!
Scout
_{+5% MP | +10% SP | +10% AGI | +5% DEX}

Class Unlocked!
Ranger
_{+5% STR | +10% END | +15% DEX}

Class Unlocked!
Mage
_{+20% MP | +5% END | +5% LUC}

Well. No minion class off the bat. That was disappointing. Screw it. He knew there was some kind of summoner or necromancer in this game, and it'd logically branch off from mage. Thus, he picked mage. With that done, Amulak took notice of Mags's query, deciding to sort out his future advancement first and foremost.

"Big magic rock, where is necromancer class? Or summoner?" He queryed, before turning to the rest of the group. "Anyways, yes, am Stanislaw. Just call me Amulak here. Very sorry I have not been active much in the group chat, by the way. Only recently graduated university. Now that I am active again, will save you from Mags's shit memes. My memes much better." Amulak practically cackled.

"Anyways, once everyone situated with class, may as well go acquire talisman. I believe only having 5 STR is source of my problem. Probably catgirl's too."

Arknights - Project Neptune

Dragoon rested her spear on her shoulder as the last of the drones were taken out, giving Thrones a thumbs up.

"Good shit with the Arts." She said cheerfully as Vlad helped the Sankta up before Dragoon could get back to her. "How long until you're combat-capable again?" She asked curiously even as the rest of the fireteam began to examine the VTOL.

The Lung woman pursed her lips, doubting that anyone here was actually cleared to handle aircraft. Retra had been looking for mostly ground pounders for their mercs, if the rest of the team's skillset was any indication. It was likely that there were more than enough civilian flyboys for the company to skim over anyone cleared for military aircraft that could also handle themselves in a firefight on the ground.

"Look, if none of us can fly this thing, we gotta start moving. No sense sticking around to get pinned down here."

Cacophony Concord

Stanislaw/Amulak

[Accent Select: Slavic]
[Accent Strength: 125%]

The moment Slanislaw opened his eyes, he realized he'd fucked up. As it stood, it was hard to even move, taking a ridiculous amount of effort to even take a few steps. So...he'd probably minmaxed way too hard for character creation, and this was how the game system punished it. If nothing else, he had to give the devs props for sheer creativity. This was one way to deal with minmaxers. Still, considering the amount of stat points he would get as he leveled, and the fact that a stat of ten was a human average, he'd probably only need a few levels to pump his dumped stats back to an average rating before going straight back into his build.

A thud next to him told Stanislaw that he hadn't been the only one who'd goofed. Just not as hard as that one. Glancing over with concern, he examined the collapsed player among the group he'd spawned with, relaxing slightly once someone else had helped him. Upon hearing the password they'd """agreed""" on (more like forced on), he realized that they'd at least all spawned with each other. Impressive, considering the timezone difference among the rather international group.

Still, one glance at...Calace told him that they at least shared the same problem.

"I am having similar problem to Calace," Amulak groaned, his thick Slavic accent coming through. "Perhaps having big dump stat was shit idea. Will probably need help leveling to deal with this."

Arknights - Project Neptune

Giving Feral a nod of thanks for covering her, Dragoon yanked her spear out of the armored drone she had ran through, twirling it back around to a ready stance as she moved ahead with the rest of the fireteam.

Several minutes later, Dragoon had quickly decided that guns were bullshit. She scowled as she took cover, ducking under the withering hail of suppressive fire that was pinning the entire team down. Considering that her home nation didn't share a border with Laterano, anti-firearm tactics hadn't been covered that extensively, with the general consensus that they were just faster-firing crossbows with less of a punch. Even still, ten of these trained on her would shred her in a matter of seconds.

Thank fuck for Thrones, at least. At the Sankta's declaration, Dragoon simply buzzed her comm.

"Ten seconds to eliminate them, roger. On your go, Thrones!"

The instant the Art went off, Dragoon burst out from cover, leaping up before plunging down towards one of the gun drones. Hopefully, she'd pierce right through it, come up in a roll, and immediately move on to another while the Art was still active.

Cacophony Concord

Stanislaw, being a degenerate esportsman, had a Twitter, and a Discord as well. Probably browsed Reddit on an alt account, though.

Gaming interests:
RPGs and JRPGs
MMOs
RTS
Turn-based strategy
Action games

Non-gaming interests:
Food
Travel
Music (Rap, metal, eurobeat)
Anime/manga
Tabletop wargames

Cacophony Concord

Stanislaw Kaminski

Well, well. His shit finally came in. At seven in the goddamn morning, mind you. Stanislaw yawned as he lugged his package into his apartment, cracking it open once he'd reached his office and plopped down into his nice, plush executive office chair. None of that DX Racer gamer chair crap for him, no thank you. About twenty minutes of setup later, his VR device was ready to go. Finally, he'd get to indulge himself in some hardcore, no-life gaming again after three years of school and retirement from the tournament circuit. He'd done his research on the game, but to his utter delight, it turned out that the amount of personal customization assigned to you by the game system rendered cookie-cutter guides and meta builds useless. After years of playing MMOs growing up before he'd gotten sucked into the void of esports, something like this was so rare to effectively be the white whale of an MMO fan.

With setup complete, Stanislaw placed his Fulldive headset on, preparing to be immersed. After a brief speech from the tutorial giver, he dove straight into customizing his avatar. He set about designing a character that fit his desired build: a real sinister-looking, dark-haired motherfucker. Perfect for the necromancer look. As a disgusting minmaxer, he didn't screw with height and weight too much, assuming that it'd be somewhat of a jarring change to get used to in terms of character control. Still, he couldn't say that the "meme dream" as the owl put it wasn't tempting, if only to get some cheap laughs.

And now came the interesting part. Stats and settings. Stanislaw had researched this part beforehand, already coming up with a stat layout that he hoped was adequate for the spec he planned to run. All of the mature options were left on and uncensored, but pain was slid down to 15%. Just enough to alert him to being attacked, but not enough to really distract him. If there was one thing the forums he'd browsed about the game agreed on, it was that there was no point to leaving pain settings at fully realistic and that only the insanely masochistic would do so. What an unironically nice little touch by the developers. Leave crazy settings in, just in case there was that one fringe case that wanted to take it. He liked that.

Combat actions and incantations were left on full manual. Screw looking good, he could figure that out on his own. What was more important was how to be as optimal as he could. Stanislaw may have been retired from pro gaming, but a competitive streak a mile long still ran in him.

Once character creation was complete, Stanislaw looked back up at Minerva, opening his mouth to converse in his native Polish, despite the fact that he was fluent enough in English to get by.

"Yo, Minerva. I know this game's got an auto-translate function, but is there any way to for me to keep a Slavic accent when my speech does get translated? I wanna sound like a bad stereotype."

Character Creation

Username: Amulak al Acturus
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 190 cm
Weight: 77 kg
Voice Pitching: -60
Decorations: None
Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.

Attributes

You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.
HP – 150
MP – 200
SP – 50
STR – 5
AGI – 10
END – 10
DEX – 5
LUC – 10

Classes: None

User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Cacophony Concord

To clarify, the Mora-Sho are implied to be necromancers, right?

Also, is there any actual advantage to turning pain setting all the way up? I assume just having it on even lowered is useful for being alerted that you're being attacked.

Cacophony Concord

Stanislaw

Name: Stanislaw Kaminski
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Polish
Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen.

From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland.

For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased.

Character Creation

Username: Amulak al Acturus
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 190 cm
Weight: 77 kg
Voice Pitching: -60
Decorations: None
Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.

Attributes

You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.
HP – 150
MP – 200
SP – 50
STR – 5
AGI – 10
END – 10
DEX – 5
LUC – 10

Classes: None

User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Cacophony Concord

Removing my Velonta vote to give Horogi the win.

Can't believe all it took to rig the vote in Horogi's favor was revealing that it had weeb classes

Cacophony Concord

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

@ERode, should probably list example nation-based classes for every nation and then let people decide based off that too.