Oscar

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ph Liquor of Light consumed +3 DMG Overhealth something I can't remember the name consumed - +15% HP Gungnir's Shard (T4 Mit Feast) consumed - +60 MIT Wulf Feast Consumed - +2 ACC, +2 EVA Used Dote Used Probio Bialas Totem activated Oscar | HP: 1056/1056 | EN: 128/128 | DMG: 26 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA | PHASE | BIALAS | F-SPIRIT | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:5 | DOTE | PROBIO

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Thread Summary 69 Nice Oscar | [Word Count: 10322/10 = 1032.2] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Exp Bonus: 0.2] (m. slime farm + search bonus) = 12386 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 14057 col Transcript

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Someone had left a trail. Wanted to be found. Oscar didn't have time to consider the implications of that. And they really didn't matter. Much as he didn't want to do anything that this floor had wanted him to, he didn't have a voice. The boss needed to be defeated so that they could move on. He would simply have to hope that everyone was prepared for whatever horrors they witnessed. The trail stopped cold at a rock face jutting out of the ground. But there they were. The Doors. "Alright, in and out. Quick 5 minute murder adventure," Oscar said as he pushed the doors open. He discarded h

If it had been a dark offering that had summoned the storm and these creatures, perhaps one of a different sort would light the way. Oscar grabbed another torch and tossed it into a pile of oil-drenched netting. The smell of rotting fish filled the air as the fire took hold. It burned quickly, engulfing the town and and its structures almost immediately. And he heard it - a chorus of pained screeches that rose up unto the heavens. The town was turned into an inferno, flames rising skyward and lighting up the area. And it spread, igniting a trail of flotsam and debris that moved off in one dire

Whatever the creatures were, they hated the light. He held the torch aloft as he investigated the buildings. Brain suckers cascaded down from the ceiling in response. Some fell into the flame, igniting and falling to the floor like raining meteors. Oscar hadn't realized how infested these buildings were. Like cockroaches, hiding in cracks and corners and crevices. He stepped back outside. Wouldn't the doors be more imposing? Surely they wouldn't be hidden in a small hamlet like this. He looked around and wracked his brain. He thought of that scene of sacrifice. Why would it be shown to him if

His investigation turned up little. But surely he wouldn't be pointed in this direction if he wasn't meant to be here. It was slow going. Oscar had to check every awning, every board, every door frame for more of those brain suckers. He found a few, lurking in the corners in wait for a new victim. More than a few had launched themselves at his head. But their trick would only work on Oscar once. And they seemed to have an aversion to fire. At one point, one had lunged at him as he entered a building. With the sudden presence at the center of his vision, Oscar stumbled backwards towards a nearb

His destination almost snuck up on him. Skidding to another stop, Oscar found himself in a small fishing hamlet. Like the rest of the floor, it was abandoned. Signs hung, half hooked upon the their mounts. They filled the air with a high-pitched squeaking noise as they fluttered precariously in the wind. Doors hung off of their hinges, revealing nothing be inky blackness in the structures they'd once hung from. But there were torches plunged into the ground all around him. Fresh, new. Vibrant. As if someone had only just been here. He walked through the streets, his eyes passing over over-turn

Oscar suddenly went sprawling to the ground, his foot having caught on something large and heavy. Another treasure chest. He let out a heavy sigh, realizing that there was a potential for another huge brawl. Despite everything, he felt that he was at the end. Just one more push, just a few more moments of sprinting through the darkness. This floor was surprisingly large. He'd run for minutes straight and still had yet to arrive at his destination. At the speeds he maneuvered, that was an incredible distance. Still, in the distance, he could see the torch lights looming larger. But he couldn't

He realized that there were probably some people that would be irritated at the fact that he took all of this upon himself. And he also realized that those same people would probably never believe him when he mentioned his brain sucker-induced hallucination. But he knew what he saw, what he felt. A group seeking the next floor would be in incredible danger. And he doubted that there were enough Waldos on this floor to save them from their doom. Or maybe there were. Oscar would fully admit that he had gotten lucky. But he was stronger than your average bear with a wealth of experience. Unhinged