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  1. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

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  2. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    As she was finishing up, NIGHT finally recalled the last unique item in her inventory, popcorn. All good fights deserve some kind of reward, right? She counted out her event items first. At the very least, she wanted to know how much left over junk she had, so that in the future, she wouldn't over estimate as much. Then, she summoned the popcorn -- light, fluffy and with a handful of caramelized bits glistening in the light, scattered in the pile. She popped one in her mouth. Turns out, the popcorn was a mix of both treats and tricks. NIGHT spat out the salty mush, shaking her head. I suppose it is the season, though maybe some players will like it. Scavenging for the sweeter ones, she kept her sword back in its sheathe. The box would've made a good hiding home for Nyanko, if it didn't disappear after the popcorn had been consumed. Sometimes, Cardinal giveth, and sometimes it taketh away. No time like the present, NIGHT guessed. When she was done with the confectionery, she got up and started to head back into the tent, wondering what the sticker would do for her. - - -
  3. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    After a bit, NIGHT picked herself back up. One good stretch was all she needed to feel her muscles complain again, but she very much preferred it that way. She was still alive, after all. And so very close to being done with being here. She checked her inventory when she sat up. Crosslegged, and sword flat on the ground by her side, having her eyes focus on the menu instead of the dark outside was welcoming, if not blinding at first. She pulled up a handful of ciders, wondering if she should chug them all and go on her merry way. ".... Nah..." Taking her time would do. It's not every day she got to feel refreshed and sore all at the same time. Popping open a bottle, she sipped it, content in the lack of interlopers to her merry, cheerfully mediocre break. Down the hatch. ... It still tastes like mush.. - - -
  4. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    So she put all her strength into her final attack. Heaving Doombringer up to her cheek, she felt the system register her movement with ease, and closed her eyes. As her feet left the ground, in one fluid motion, she sliced through the remaining shambling carcass, feeling the blade enter and leave with ease. A sigh of relief left her, and she found herself rolling, once again, onto the harsh concrete; the lovely pavement floor. Oh, how she wanted to fall asleep right there. She splayed out, grinning, feeling powerful but very much exhausted. However, NIGHT stayed, listening to the shatter of crystals drift off under the moonlight, the sounds of players fighting the good fight, the eternal anguish of the undead all around her. She was, after all, still mortal, and hence alert of her surroundings. But there was peace for her. Between her numbing limbs, the cool breeze, and the welcoming stone beneath her, she figured that at the very least, she understood what it felt like to be a corpse, recently unearthed and rejuvenated to return to the world of the living. - - -
  5. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    Maybe the zombies didn't want her drinking the junk anymore. It seemed... really unhealthy to be drinking straight up spiders. On the other hand, maybe the zombies really liked the drink, but if they couldn't drink it anymore (since they were dead), no one could. These were the reasons NIGHT had come up for her opponents getting aggravated at her and her consumption of Spider Cider mid-combat. In getting lost in her thoughts, she managed to scrape by an attack as she charged up a blast, only to run into meet another zombie in an explosion of light, feeling a cut meet her cheek as she backed off from the blow. As she rolled away and landed on her feet, she had expected no survivors from the fight (except herself, of course), but from the dust shambled out one last corpse. Feeling sore, NIGHT lifted up her broadsword once more. Just one more. Just one more. - - -
  6. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    Well, too bad. NIGHT popped open yet another bottle of cider, eyes fiercely meeting the zombie's, shaking it violently in front of its face. As the corpse continued screeching at her, she took yet another gulp, not breaking eye contact, steadfast in her conviction to take a mediocre break. Almost on cue, the aggressive squad of zombies came lunging at NIGHT, shattering her bottle once more, and striking at her with everything they had. Considering the lack of working muscles, this should've been next to nothing. However, given that they were strangely aggravated by the player taking a sip, claws and teeth were bared in full. The corpses began charging, with a conviction NIGHT had never seen from a player nor enemy before. The wounds she received started to burn madly, as though it was a parting warning from her opponents to her, and she held them in drastic annoyance. She eyed her favourite of the pack, in their warnings, succumb to her thorns, and she contemplated the implications of its attack for a moment. - - -
  7. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    N-no, I can't take sympathy on it. NIGHT forced the zombie off, watching its depressed look soar behind her. One quick kick sent it to the floor -- non-damaging, but if it could delay it from attacking her again within seconds, she figured it'd be enough. Noticing her health near the halfway point, she retrieved a bottle of cider from a quick menu. Perhaps it should've tasted good, if not halfway decent. NIGHT shook the bottle, watching it froth with grey in black. Pop went the cap, and down went the muck. Still dry, still bitter, but at least the texture improved. Feeling a little refreshed was the least of her problems. Now another zombie was on the attack, smashing its bones at her hands. The player watched the cider bottle crash on the ground, scattering into fragments of light. NIGHT glared angrily at the creature, it hissing at her -- probably for even taking a break mid combat. - - -
  8. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    Did one of the zombies fall? In her focus of combat with the Most Helpful, she'd neglected her other opponents. Not like they were up to much of anything. Glancing, she saw them lumbering, groaning and slowly making their way to her. She imagined entire horde of zombies must be sharing one singular brain cell, and that it was up to another player to deal with their efforts for the time being. Oh, until Zombie #8 attacked. Maybe the brain cell had gone to them instead. As NIGHT began to turn to look back at her opponent, it grappled her from behind, sinking its teeth down her arm. The shock sent shivers all over her skin, and she took its head in her hand, trying to yank the zombie off of her. Meeting its gaze, it could only look back at her with sadness, regret, and shame. And for a moment, NIGHT hesitated, her teeth gritted, and her grip tightening around the zombie's head.
  9. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    Once more, then. She slung her blade to the side. It was time to take out the most helpful of the pack, though it pained her to do so. Zombie #8, the double agent of the pack, had continued pummelling NIGHT even when she was down; a particular strategy she couldn't avoid noticing. It had been vital to her endurance test, yes, but all good things had to come to an end. It'll be poetic, NIGHT thought, preparing to spin as she slogged towards the undead. So stay still. One slice, and a light told her to focus on the reticle, for her own good. She did so, in the comfort of darkness. When she came to, the creature had staggered, its body going limp, and NIGHT felt its eyes (or what was left of them) bear into her soul. A heavy guilt weighing on her, complimenting the buzz in her arms and her legs. Well, this was awkward... ... S-sorry... - - -
  10. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    Better. Much better. NIGHT managed to bounce -- if not stumble -- back, but only after the zombie that she was trying to strike down retaliated, nails digging sharp into her skin. Her opponents continued their pursuit, assailing her with lunges while she weaved to and fro. She was definitely feeling lightheaded, sure, but it was difficult to tell if it was due to the effects of Cyclone once again, or her past induced nausea. She kept the pace, imagining the sickness overcoming her again. But as she dodged and waited, only moderate relief came washing back over her. Biding her time, she bumped into one of her combatants, having lunged past her to begin with, strike at her with a decayed arm, grazing the spikes on her pauldron. She shoved it away, gripping her sword tight, and glanced at its health bar. -- Tch, tough luck. NIGHT had figured death would take it, but it hung onto life instead, its special ability having activated. No matter, she figured, it would go down in time.
  11. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    Let it not be known that the Cardinal system was a silent divine machine, but rather, a benevolent intelligence. For in NIGHT's darkest hour -- literally and figuratively -- it finally displayed a window in front of the heaving woman, to which she shakily checked, receiving another pat from friendly Zombie #8. The window led her to her settings, where it allowed her to turn on a reticle. ... How is this going to help me?! But NIGHT would be surprised. As she enabled the single, tiny dot, she began to rise from the shocked creature, kicking off the pavement floor to reach for her blade. With Doombringer in hand, she sprinted back to the rising zombie -- now with puke on its face -- and began to spin, angling her blade towards its body instead. She closed her eyes, her focus on the single-pixel bit. As the world spiralled around her, she prayed desperately to the white in the darkness.
  12. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    N-no. No. Oh god, there it is. Talk about delays, the spinning hit NIGHT hard as she rose, lunging for another zombie, trying to strike it with her sword. Instead, she swung her blade away, far into the air, and tackled the zombie instead. The weapon hit the pavement floor, spinning in circles before coming to a halt. Falling on top of the creature was one of the last things she had wanted to do, as the rotting flesh hit her senses and made her want to gag as much as she wanted to throw up again. She struggled against the feeling. It was an extremely brave attempt, and had anyone been watching, they would say the same, as they turned away from the sight allowing NIGHT to vomit in peace. Harsh pats on her back came from a zombie on attack, and the player greatly appreciated them, tasting foul tastes on their way out of her. - - -
  13. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    Okay, one more set of enemies. NIGHT had spent a few minutes trying to figure out how to twirl in a way that didn't make her dizzy. When that didn't work, she shrugged, resolving to try it again in the heat of battle. Perhaps it would be that only on her first usage would her queasiness get the better of her. Rushing up to a nearby zombie, she set her blade to the side, slashing the sword across horizontally when her combatant was near. Following the weight of her blade, she twirled, and a blinding white informed her of the system's acknowledgement of her actions. One quick breath, shut eyes, and a prayer to Cardinal was all it took for her strike to land -- without fail, and without dizziness. Brilliant. She was still toppling over by the end of it, however, falling into the zombie's friends, who began to wail on her as she tried to catch her breath.
  14. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    When NIGHT felt better, she popped open a bottle of Spider Cider. It wasn't so much for the taste of it, rather, she needed to get something in her system before she felt the dehydration hit her. It was... so bad. Dark and murky and bitter. Her best guess was actual, literal spiders ground up and then diluted with water. NIGHT had almost expected an actual spider to come crawling out the bottle. She thought one did, but whether or not it was real or a trick of the light was not up to her to know nor to find out. The moon was full. Perhaps it was due to the event itself, masking the proper moon cycle from the area, but the girl loved watching it, imagining how it would wax and wane, given the chance to simulate it in her mind. She raised her drink, and a couple more to it, trying to regain her strength for the next set of enemies. - - -
  15. NIGHT

    [EV-F1|SP] A Festive Benchmark

    So she did. NIGHT, gracelessly, turn over and began to get up, but started to hurl. She was certain a few zombies came to pat her on her back to help (it didn't) but when she began to look up for their assistance (uh, or lack there of, really), she began to throw up again. The poor girl stumbled as she got up, weak and dizzy. It wouldn't do her much good to keep fighting, she guessed, and shambled over to a corner, looking very much like a zombie herself (and perhaps the only reason no other players tried to attack her... was because of the intimidatingly large sword in her hand). '[----] the system...' was what she wanted to say, but she began to cough out more bile as she started to speak. Taking a seat by a set of bushes by the side, she watched the sky as the world began to pass her by; NIGHT killing time under the moon light. - - -
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