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Cacophony Concord

Klein

User Inspection

Attributes

HP – 120/120 (100 + 20)
MP – 0
SP – 130
STR – 22 (15 + 3 + 4)
AGI – 10
END – 12 (11 + 1)
DEX – 13 (11 + 2)
LUC – 10

User Experience

Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 5%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Defensive Automated
Spell Incantations: Manuel

Inventory

Fund: 20 silver, 93 bronze
Items: Fishbone Necklace (+3 Strength, +2 Dex)
Items: Primitive Spear (equipped)

Skill

Undying Vengeance, Ashwatthama

Type Arms-Guard, First Stage
_{+20% HP, +20% STR, +10% END}
A set of tattoos branded upon your skin, which calls forth a flaming demon to your assistance when certain conditions are met.

Retaliation on the Brink

Activates upon receiving fatal damage. Survive attack with 1 HP, remove all status effects, and summon [Ashwatthama] with HP equal to the total amount of damage dealt to you by the attacker. All attacks and skills targeting you will target the [Ashwatthama]. Upon vanquishing the creature, recover HP equal to double the remaining HP of the [Ashwatthama].

After the first hard-fought battle which should have ended the whole team, the following fights were much easier when Amulak, Magpie, and Raymond were able to put some points in their stats. And although never a fan of sashimi or sushi due to concern over the preparation, Klein was able to consume 5 monsters raw. With half of his requirement fulfilled, he only needed to sleep in the wilderness before getting the Mountain Men class.

On another note, the nuclei were somewhat overpowered from Klein's perspective. Klein would just went in, soaked as much damage as he can then let the nuclei popped. Of course, there was some kappa that refused to attack him and chose to focus the backline instead. Luckily enough, the spear he picked up from one of the previous drops allows him to be relevant without the nuclei usage. Aside from that, he also dialed the pain percentage from 40% to a meager 5%. The value was good enough to keep him on his toes while not causing too much distraction when gruesome lacerations and muscles displacements happen.

And just as Klein about to call it a day, the team faces another boss. A martial artist frog looking boss. Judging from its appearances alone, it is definitely a boss. A raid boss, even. But with how easy these past fights had been going, Klein grew some cockiness in his spine and chose to fight, despite the obvious level difference.

"I'm good," Klein said before standing behind Mag, and launch himself after the woman as she started sprinting. Although the stats difference between the two made it difficult for Klein to be right after her, his speed was enough to be the second line of defense. The plan was simple, block for Mag, let the nuclei popped, and chiseled the boss down. Simple plan. Simple life. Easy to follow.

Skyfall: A Coming of Age Story

Interested

Into The Depths!

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"All in." The man said, pushing all his chips to the middle the table.

"Fold," said another man.

"Same here." Said another before slamming his deck of cards on the table. "Man, you should wash your hand. My deck smells like shite today." He grumbles before protectively reach out to rearrange his chips.

"Ain't my bad you dumb." Said the deck handler before looking toward the final guy on the table, "how about you, Genor? All in?"

"Nah, I fold." Said the one-eye man before handing back the cards.

It is during these days that the soldiers found themselves nothing to do. The Crusade had just ended, and with that, nothing to fight against. While some decided to pay a visit to their family or outright calling a retire, for most soldiers here, who survived the Fourth Crusade, the barrack is their house. And of course, with the rumor of the Fifth Crusade just around the corner, the barrack welcomed a new wave of new faces and babbling babies. So while the commanders getting ready for the recruit's routine and daily training exercise, these veterans found themselves almost nothing to do with. Especially in the middle of noon in this blasting desert.

"You think we are gonna get draft for the next crusade?" Arthur asked before giving each man his deck. Something to keep the convo going, he thinks while handing out the cards.

"Nah," said Arab, "we got John on our side. He should give us something easy. He owed us."

"I don't know," said Genor, before slamming his deck of cards just as he picks it up. "Again?"

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Genor didn't know what he was expecting when he started packing up his stuff. Goodbye? Condolences? A warm farewell party? Maybe all of that. But all he greeted with was the snoring from his teammates and the morning dew of the desert. Like a good soldier, he had fought for this city. He did missions without any questions, carrying out each order like a sentient golem. And like any sane person, he thought it was enough. That, finally, after all these fighting, he deserved some rest, perhaps a dispatch but with pay, or even a title if the commanders and the lords would be so generous of his work.

And this is what he gets?

The Fifth Crusade?

A chance to kill more demons? For what? To spike them on his field back home like a scarecrow?

The man sits on his bunk bed, rocking himself front and back, soundless words made its presence in the morning light. He was shivering in the middle of the desert, a lonely man in the city of millions. Nobody knew him. Nobody knew what was going on in his brain. And as such, when he picking up his belongings and headed toward the wall opening, no one said goodbye.

The only goodbye he heard was the rusty bunk bed giving its final groan, and Abram's sleep talking. So maybe goodbye, just not the sensible one.

Into The Depths!

Genor

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[ 37 | 5'7" | 168lbs ]

Personality

Reserved and lack of any new idea, it is Genos' destiny to be lead but never followed. But, when it comes to bear the brunt of enemies attack, Genos is more than welcome for the challenge.

A simple man does simple thing.

Brief Biography

The world remembered the doctors and the healers, the knights and their deeds, the priests and their incantations, the mages and their spells. But it never remembered the foot soldiers.

And Genos is one of those nameless foot soldiers. Unlike most dreamers out there, who fight the devils for honor, glory, penance, or out of kindness, Genos sold himself for the fight against the devil in exchange for a plot of land, 3 gold coins, 8 silvers, and 85 copper coins. That money alone is more than what he could earn in 5 years. Thus, with a growing family, he signed himself into the Fourth Crusade.

And when the time comes and goes, as the Fourth Crusade now turned to Fifth, the soldier still remains here. He sold himself, after all, for a greater cause.

Gift

Physical

+1 ...11(6+8) P o w e r	+0 ...6(6+0) S k i l l	+1 ...13(8+12) R e s i s t a n c e	1 ...0 S p i r i t	3 ...0 A c t i o n P o i n t s

Passive: A Smith +1 Power + 1 Speed + 3 Resistance
A childhood spending in the armorer had given Genor some strength, speed, and a whole lot of resilience against the heat.

Spells and Feats

S T O N E B O D Y

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1 AP | Does not end turn

Spiritual Energy layers over the user's skin and hardens into a rock like texture
Effect: +4R, Lasts 2 Turns, Does Not End Turn

M A L I C I O U S S T R I K E

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3 AP | End turn

User double strike, +3 to strength, and shred 2 resistance for 1 turn for each strike. The damage of each strike is reduced by 1/3 and can't be crit.
Effect: -2R/hit/turn. End turn.

P R E P A R E!

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1 AP | Ends turn

INCOMING!
Effect: Give 1 person of choice to be immune to debuff. Lasts 1 turn.

B A T T L E S M I T H

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2AP

(Passive) Genor temporarily enhanced a person's defense for 4 turn. In exchange, said person will receive a debuff in strength and speed during his or her first turn of combat. (Can't be recast while battle smith is currently active)
Effect: +5R for 1 person. Last 4 turn. -3 to strength and speed for 1st turn of combat.

Inventory

[Kite Shield]
Larger than a buckler, a kite shield provide ample of protection in exchange for some speed due to its cumbersome.
Stats:: R(resistance): +5

[Battleaxe]
An axe. Use to cut down woods and flesh alike.
Stats:: P(power) +3 || S(skill) +2

[Iron Chestplates and Boosts]
Stats:: S(skill) -2 || R(resistance) +2

- Bedroll
- 2 days of rations

Cacophony Concord

Klein

User Inspection

Attributes

HP – 55/100
MP – 0
SP – 130
STR – 15
AGI – 10
END – 11
DEX – 11
LUC – 10

User Experience

Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Defensive Automated
Spell Incantations: Manuel

Inventory

Fund: 20
Items: Pouch(normal)

And when the kappa opened its maw, revealing its sharp teeth littering inside its beak, everything freeze.

Klein's narrating himself

In every gameplay, there will always be the outplay. The 1v2. The 1v3. The corner shooting. The moving headshot. The smoke. Abilities management. The decision making that creates the macro and the player's abilities creating the micro. There are so many things that contributed to a great outplay.

But most importantly, to create an outplay, the player's knowledge of his or her characters, abilities, and predictions must be better than the opponents.

With that in mind, then why is it that outplay are hardly ever happen? Because people don't really gamble. They go in when they already have a lead advantage like number advantage, abilities advantage, bullets advantage,... And only when the advantages are so huge between two sides that the players begin to engage. But at that point, it wouldn't be an outplay, would it?

Let's look at the situation at hand, but not in the current situation, not yet. Back in the beginning, we had an advantage. A number advantage, which is huge. But, the kappas still attack us with only two of them. They take their gamble. They gamble that they could take a group of 7 players and survive victoriously. This means that in the context of 1v1 or 2v1, none of the team members would make it out alive.

Now what are you seeing currently seeing are two dudes beating down a group of 7.

And what is your prediction?

Klein is probably going to die.

Are you sure about that?

100% and OMG!

Without much saying, as if he was waiting for this moment, Klein shoved his whole right arm into the kappa's mouth, an opening that he believed to be the kappa's doom. A thousand red lines glaze across his skin. And instantly after that, the thick scarlet liquid begins to ooze from the opening, filling the kappa what it sought after. But Klein doesn't stop there.

He doesn't attempt to break free from its grip.

He embraces it.

So he goes deeper, to no man's land. His hand goes through the tongue, letting it wraps against the Chuck Norris' muscles. And it was barely a fraction of a second before the hand made a breakthrough the kappa's pharynx and enter its esophagus. And then, he starts wreaking havoc.

Now, I would like for you to imagine. Imagine a man who could extend his jaw so large that he is able to eat another grown man's fist. And then, he is just choking on this person's fist as this stranger keeps ramming his fist toward his esophagus. Like he is in pain for having his organ being damage, his pharynx trying its best to regurgitate this massively large unidentified object from the digestive tract, and his jaws trying to close itself so he could somehow swallow it. But this stranger keeps beating him down and the pharynx is the pathway needed for both breathing and swallowing. So here we are, witnessing a dude choking on another dude's arm.

And this is what Klein's doing to the kappa, inserting more and more of his arm's length inside the kappa. Pounding it more and more from the inside. The link that forms between them, the kappa's hands gripped against Klein's throat grew stronger and stronger as well.

It is the only thing that stopped Klein's from inserting his whole arm in one go. It is the only tool available for the Kappa to kill Klein.

So, enemies to the death lock their eyes onto each other. A 2.2 meters tall giant atop of a humanoid with turtle-back. The wind breeze blow between them, carrying the dandelions to somewhere far. The grass, soft and a little bit messy from the fight. Cattails moves and frogs ribbits. And the river flows to somewhere. But the pounding never stops, and so does the force being applied on one's throat.

In some morbid sense, it is "Till death do us part."

Cacophony Concord

Klein

User Inspection

Attributes

HP – 55/100
MP – 0
SP – 130
STR – 15
AGI – 10
END – 11
DEX – 11
LUC – 10

User Experience

Perception: Realistic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Defensive Automated
Spell Incantations: Manuel

Inventory

Fund: 20
Items: Pouch(normal)

"Holy shite," Klein exclaimed after noticing how hard the whatever spell hit him. Despite the spell was like a child pounding his chest, the fact that it dealt a quarter of his health is alarming. Even worse, he didn't do much damage, or any, in return. Perhaps he should just have become range, and just play his comfort role. Like a snake in the grass. Hide all game until the last round and popped up. But, it is too late now.

Giving a glance toward the kappa that was intercepted by Ames, Klein hopes that Amulak could kill it with his next spell. But, if he couldn't, his health bar should be thick enough to survive one hit from the monster. On the other hand, Klein picked a bolt from the ground, courtesy of boomer Raymond, and begin to charge at the spell-caster kappa. He saw Lewd and how the samurai had been holding that stance all this time, even when attempting to approach the spell caster kappa. And Klein's current objective is to give him that window of opportunity. So he charged forward before leaping into the air, both hands on the silver bolts. If he killed it, insane. If he didn't, his objective is complete.

To The Depths

Would you mind dm me the link? The concept sounds very interesting and I want to partake in it if you will have me. @DesperatePerson

Decided to try something

What is the most depressing achievement that this/ these civilizations hit/receive/achieve? Did they develop nihilism yet?

The Epic of Beginnings - An Isekai Adventure/Civ builder

Wailist slot 1 claimed by me then, if you allow.

Shovel's Testing Site

gonna shove this back into the shelve until we hit some kind of next depressing milestones and people all doom and gloom for this.