Psyker Landshark

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Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)

God damn, but were this game's graphics insane. The fact that everything was rendered seamlessly in such high quality, with this many players in the zone was nothing short of amazing compared to the MMOs of his childhood and early teenage years. Hell, marveling at the sights around him nearly took his mind off the sheer fucking exhaustion he was feeling from just walking around.

Still, he managed to nod and reply to Ari's question.

"I do not see why not. At least I very much want to try to compete. Maybe here I not get completely shit on by sixteen-year old Korean boy." Amulak said dryly, his mind briefly flashing back to the match that had made him realize he should call it quits for his pro gaming career. Oh, well. He'd had a good run of it and lasted longer than some others in the pro circuit. Stanislaw supposed he really shouldn't complain, considering if he continued to make the money he'd earned then work for him now, he'd be pretty much set for life.

The old man was...interesting. Hell, Stanislaw was half convinced that this was just a very immersive way to acquire their talismans. The game seemed to be all about immersion and flavor, so he wouldn't put it past the devs to pull something like this. Would've helped if the little shit from earlier had given better instructions, but Stanislaw supposed that was really all just part of the experience. You lost something in a MMO when you just followed a guide a hundred percent of the way without figuring some things out for yourself.

"Hmm...perhaps I give you twenty silver. What will you give Amulak in return?" He questioned, attempting to fish for more information from this NPC.

Arknights - Project Neptune

Dragoon slowly opened her eyes, fighting the urge to yawn for some reason. She blinked as she beheld the real world once again, realizing at least some of what had happened before Diver and the techs started explaining. Well, shit. Hopefully they didn't screw up anything that Retra would take out of their paychecks. She'd hate to have her first payday be marred with something like that. A girl had crap to buy, damn it.

"Huh. So we bricked it. Whoops." Dragoon said simply as she pulled herself out of the pod, rubbing out a crick in her neck from being stuck in that position for some time. "So...what now? You guys think the bosses're going to want us to go back in without slamming a glitch in the matrix this time, or have they seen enough? Because from where I'm standing, I think I've got a good enough handle on the squad now. We don't have any screwups yet, not that I can note, at least. Basically a thumbs up from me."

She gave Thrones a look of concern as her...condition acted up, but Vlad seemed to have things well in hand already. At least, that's what she told herself. Years of cultural conditioning taught her to keep her distance, even if she justified it with leaving things up to an actual medical expert.

"Really though, even if the wargame was designed for only testing infantry combat skills, it ain't exactly outside of the special ops playbook to hijack enemy vehicles and weaponry. How bad were you guys rushed for time on this thing?" She questioned the techs, legitimately curious.

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Stanislaw/Amulak

Well. This was an interesting list of classes. Necromancer was really the one he was gunning for, just off aesthetic alone. Though they all seemed to have some odd requirements, especially for Low-Rank classes. Killing something without inflicting what the game considered to be heavy damage would be a challenge, assuming he didn't just ask around how to get it done. And being struck by lightning was just odd. Though it wasn't as bad as, say, Animist's or Shaman's requirements. Animist would probably be doable straight off the bat if he pumped some SP and HP to go with his MP, but he'd definitely need to look into this game's death penalty first. Shaman was just odd, and based off its stat spread, probably not intended for his build.

As he was spoken to, Amulak chuckled at Calace's reaction before giving his response.

"As much as I trust you to not fuck us in ass and run off with money, Ames, I am bit stir-crazy game. We just started this game, yes? I want to see sights for myself, probably same as Calace. Sorry if we slow you down." A glance to the side revealed Lew had already ran off on his own, though. With a sigh, he shook his head, starting to make the effort of dragging his body along to follow Ames and Calace.

"Monster girl coomer has already fucked off on his own, I see. We can probably whisper him or some shit to meet up later."

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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."

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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.

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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