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Beat

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About Beat

  • Birthday 03/10/1986

Guild Information

  • Guild Name
    Celestial Ascendants
  • Position
    Sentinel

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  • Gender
    Male
  • Location
    United States
  • Interests
    Sci Fi, Video Games, Bowling, Anime
  • Skype
    Kayamei

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    311

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  1. Beat walked into the odd shop and took a look around. It looked like most players had come and gone since the Halloween event, but since converting to the new patch, Beat was making sure to wrap up any loose ends before his windows closed. Alright, let's see what our choices are... He approached the counter with the Halloween themed merchant NPC and scanned the items with his eyes, the game highlighting the various descriptions and features. His eye brow quirked upwards at the description of the finery. The other three options seemed to be lottery rolls more or less. You might get l
  2. Current Level: 64 Current SP: 311 Link to SP Tracking: [link] https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/13959-dance-to-the-beat/?do=findComment&comment=638931 Item Upgrades: 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Spear of Destiny Item ID: 82381 | 82382 Item Tier: T2 Item Type: 2H ASsault Spear Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Absolute Acc
  3. Beat

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  4. Beat's vision had been blank for an unknown amount of time. Occasionally he would get glimpses of his user interface, but it he guessed it was some kind of glitch. At first he had believed it to be an effect of the boss fight, but a distinct lack of menus and the utter duration pretty much ruled that out. Damn it! Talk about the worst time for this to happen! With no way to interact with the game other than listen, Beat had two options: fight blindly using sound as his only guide, or teleport away. The former wasn't something he immediately dismissed, but he couldn't count of the g
  5. Beat's eyes narrowed as the light faded from the room. It wasn't pitch black, but it made making out anything that his HUD didn't highlight difficult to track with his eyes. Still, his sense were still taking in plenty of information. The shadowlings certainly blended in well with the darkness surrounding them, but they made faint skittering noises as they moved around and uttered small cackles under their breath as they slinked around, taking delight in the fact that they had the element of surprise. You think I can't find you just because it's dark in here? "I wouldn't have made i
  6. Beat listened to the shadow who seemed to be trying to orchestrate the battle indirectly through coercion and deceit. Even what he seemed to be alluding to was true, it wouldn't make sense to trust him. Still, his words seemed to have an impact as the attempt at purification was made. Beat shot a glance towards @Shield as he was quickly reminded of the issues that occurred during the Elven Council fight. He had done his best to forget that some p-layers on the frontlines had forgotten that the npcs, monsters and bosses in the game were just data. Can you blame someone for losing perspect
  7. Beat stared at the Minotaur as it rose from the crater, the heat already beginning to rise from his body from the adrenaline that had begun to pump through his system. He rarely felt nervous or fear during a fight, but there was something monumental about the fight before them. Shield had often talked about how this fight was supposed to be special somehow as it was the last fight before they unlocked the next tier of strength on the frontlines. Well, if they are going to throw the kitchen sink at us, now is the time to do it. With a new tier of strength, the frontlines only stood
  8. Beat || HP:1505/1505 | EN: 128/128 | DMG: 26 | MIT: 63 | EVA: 2 | ACC: 8 | LD: 7 | BH: 75 | Abs. Acc. | HLY: 4 | BLD: 24 | ENV: 12 | BLT: 24 | T.VM: 16 | PAR | P.IM "Shitshitshitshitshit..." Beat sprinted flat out through the labyrinth on the twenty fifth floor, thankfully easily able to follow the clear path that had been cut by the players who passed before him. He would look down a path, and if there were monsters, he knew that no frontliners had been through recently. In the real world, his lungs would be burning. Right now, they were complaining, but he was thankful in the mom
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