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    PT Event Feedback

    Heyo everyone. Seeing as the playtest event is over, it's time to gather feedback. As you can see above, there's a poll on whichever system you prefer and would like to say. Please note that whichever system is decided to be overall the more desired of the two will stick around, in place of the other. That means if the playtest is found to be better overall, we'll be intergrating it into the site officially. We want to hear your opinions on the event, the combat and any crtisisms/improvements you may have for us, so please, note them down in the replies alongside your vote, if possible. A
  2. A deep sigh left Chase's mouth. There wasn't any lashing at Freyd or trying to start fires, but he gave him a miffed glance and then looked at where the boss would be, were it still alive. "You killed all eight. Field boss, the mobs and the dungeon boss.", he stated, although it sounded more like a complaint. Dead was good obviously, so that wasn't what was bothering him. And so, he turned back to Freyd with a hand resting on his sheathed blade's hilt. "I could kick your ass back then, I swear. One hit and you'd be down for the count if we were to fight.", he muttered and then looked down
  3. On the note of 'glitched' monsters, Chase gave Freyd a suspicious look. Glitches? In Sword Art Online? Putting aside the impossibility of that happening, it coming from Freyd was even more dubious. Regardless, he wasn't going to start an argument just after having his ass saved. And so came the mushroom, right before them, forcing one to go right and the other to go left. Fuck. Now that the two were split up, Chase was beginning to get worried before the rogue literally cut its health to a fourth if not less, getting a grunt out of the boy. He approached the boss and turned his sword, sla
  4. Once the fight was over, Chase could feel the ground rumbling and shaking further out the back. He didn't seem interested in proceeding just yet though, quietly sheathing his sword and putting all his weight on his knees, resting for a moment. "I'm alive. Just give me a minute.", he huffed and tried to catch his breath again, having gotten a sudden rush of adrenaline from the sheer health drop. What the fuck was really wrong with this game by now? Even after such a fight, he almost reached his half point by a single mistake- no, it wasn't even in his control. The attacks both hit him beca
  5. Not too far back, groans could be heard as two more, larger Myconids approached from the distance. One was holding a staff with what seemed like crystals attached to it, glowing ever so faintly, while the other held a sharpened halberd, ready to run it through anything in its path- two humans in particular, as of right now. "The pinky and the brain.", he joked lowly, having let his guard down now that he got to throw a couple shots back at Freyd. The one that seemed more so like a mage shook its body, letting spores spread before they began to glow the same violet color as the crystals, h
  6. It was almost as if something awoke in Chase when he started to chuckle and even laugh loudly with Freyd's troubled breathing and coughing, finding it comical. This guy, who was an absolute hardass with everything was having a hard time breathing in here? Most unfitting, if you were to ask blue. "Didn't know asthma carried into the game.", he joked, seeming completely unbothered by the smell. He charged right in (sadly not literally, otherwise there might have even been a different outcome entirely) and slashed at the monsters, causing more spores to fill the room to Freyd's probable dism
  7. Chase let out a deep, long sigh. Of course he'd kill it in a single hit because why wouldn't he. At least he didn't go straight for busting a kneecap this time around, that part was a lot better (and less violent). "Dead is dead, that's good enough.", he commented and looked around, unsure what exactly they were going for next. Hell, under the assumption it was probably a dungeon, he activated his searching skill and decided to try spotting any nearby. With a blink, his eyes' colors had changed and everything in his vision looked just a tiny bit greener. The first attempt at using the ski
  8. Chase had a glance at the feast, silent. Was this the guy who's store he'd raided the other day? Regardless of the man's identity, he knew what was on the table. Something that was looking mighty tasty and very much to his liking. And he just so happened to have a consumable in need of pocketing something inside. "Yeah. It looks pretty good.", he raised his head and told Damien with a very neutral expression and even fainter smile on the corner of his lips, giving him a small thumbs up. "Thanks.", he finally muttered, accepting the feast and stashing it in his inventory so he could fill Gugnir
  9. Chase quietly looked at her and scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out what she meant by tearing up the materials. On the ground? His attacks didn't have any form of reach that would hurt the environment around him so they should be safe. His blade isn't that long either, even when holy kicks in, so that should be good too. The bluehead began to take a few steps towards the boars, the rustling grass being enough for them to turn their heads and look at him, grunt and start preparing to charge right at him. As he continued, it seemed he'd accepted their challenge. They starte
  10. And so, another swing from Chase's blade and the 'boss' took another massive hit to its health. With its health bar almost fully depleted and it having stayed still yet another time while he wailed away at it, the boy let out a deep sigh and lowered his guard. He wasn't even fighting any more, just target practice and little more. His last two hits were fully sloppy, yet they'd landed properly. This didn't feel like a boss fight as much as it did a stand up comedy show. "... Bringer of Flame, yet can't stand still.", he muttered under his breath, more bored than anything else. Hell, he ev
  11. Going on that tiny rant might have confused the lass a bit. So, he tried to tackle it the same way he would have normally. Simplify it to non-gamer terms. "Doing stuff gives you experience. Fights give you more and quests the most. Every some points of experience you get levels. And levels give you points you can use to get new skills that give you uh... s-skills. You can wield your weapons better or unlock new attacks. Or you can look for materials faster and easier. Hide from enemies, heal others, use a shield, armors..." Yet another bombshell of things she would most definitely not und
  12. Chase quietly watched the farce or whatever it was playing out before them, and within the first turn the boss almost had its health bar cut to half (the first one at least), as well as had gotten stunned and the other two were on their way to kicking its ass back into Cardinal's storage. Great. Even though his attack wasn't with a great form, he let out a low sigh and slashed forwards at the immobilized boss, almost missing him. He would have if it wasn't fighting with a (probably) rabid mongoose, truthfully. But the damage had been dealt and it was only then that the boss decided it had
  13. Jesus christ, someone was going balls to the walls with the violence this time around. When simple hits were enough to do the trick, Freyd seemed to appreciate busting a kneecap or snapping someone's neck just a tad bit more. "The point is to kill the thing, not put it in a wheelchair." As long as damage was being dealt though, that was fine. He ran up to the monster again and slashed it while making his way behind it, before going back to the front with another sideways slash. He wasn't dealing anywhere nearly as much damage as Freyd was, but that was due to a lack of holy procs and bein
  14. Chase absolutely empathized with her, he would have reacted the exact same. If he could spurt wings out of happiness, god he'd be flying by now. "Yeah, I uh... I was also sleeping in an inn until a while ago. And then I started doing things but someone had to guide me through this mess.", he tried to explain his situation, looking out into the fields and giving her a smile before opening up his menu, and assaulting her with a white message box in her face. A party invite, to be precise. Now out into the grass and no longer the confines of the safezone, he quietly looked around and gave he
  15. The observer let out a sigh and clapped almost bored, the 'excitement' from his face wiping almost immediately as he looked between the three. "Excellent, you managed to defeat my servant. I bet you're feeling quite excited now, aren't you? You beat the final boss, hooray.", his sarcastic demeanor spoke for itself. Noone needed a gigantic brain to figure out he, probably, was the final boss. And then came the health bars, swinging as soon as they appeared. A massive tag above the boss and its name read much longer than whatever Shadow's name was. "... Yay, the final boss showed up.", he s
  16. The "I don't need your help attitude" was somewhat to be expected. He'd have given her the same flak if she was the one trying to help and he didn't know just what sort of position he was in. With a sigh, he scratched the back of his head and followed right behind her, until they were standing near the exit and he got one of those stares. Was she for real? Cold beads of sweat began to form on his forehead as he exhaled heavily and looked up at the sky, opening up his menu and showing it to her, pointing at his level. It read 'Level: 31' and right next to it, 'Paragon Level: 56'. His shock
  17. So that's what it was, he just used Disguise. That sent Chase back on a trip down memory lane for the nightmares he had trying to figure out what was up with NIGHT, when he realised that he could use Disguise to take the form of the rogue fighting alongside him right now. Even he, who had Disguise, couldn't really use the move properly. He forgot to activate it at most times, and he never used it outside of any combat encounters because he thought one could only take the appearance of players. Useful things to keep in mind, especially now that its effect had been slightly improved, as had
  18. It was around now that Chase's gears had finally gotten going again, waking up determined to go do something. But... god knew what. He was clueless, and still somewhat stumped he hadn't gone doing things for a fair while- was it a week, a month, however long? The system update had genuinely crushed him, just when he learned everything it turned itself upside down. And so, he made his way back to the first floor to feed his nostalgia a tiny bit. He stood outside of the inn he was spending his days away at while level 1, before heading over to Zackariah's. The NPC would probably not remembe
  19. Chase didn't feel the need to turn his shoulder and check if it was Freyd or not, at least not right away. When he did turn and open his mouth though, he quickly put one of his hands on his sword's hilt and glared at him, as his expression started becoming less of a glare and more of a disappointed look. "... What in the mother of fuck did you do to yourself.", he asked bluntly, feeling annoyed. Then again, it was at himself for getting startled. He quickly tried to shake it off, opening up his menu and sending a party invite to Freyd, groaning and scratching the back of his head as he lo
  20. Although surprised at the apologetic look, Chase flinched a bit and looked away before he gave a short nod. "Right.". By now they were already in the throne room, and Lillith was waiting them, ready to fight. The bluehead hadn't seen her up to now but that was alright- she had a red crystal over her head, and a health bar. That's all he had to know. Freyd gave her and her spawns a strong hit, wiping one out. Chase followed right up, running right at them and slashing all the same, the blue glow of his sword art fading as the other spawn shattered. Lillith hadn't taken too kindly to him th
  21. Chase decided it might be best to revisit even the older floors. He'd taken a relative break since Cardinal gave them the shaft by completely changing every single system they knew thus far, leaving him almost paralyzed with confusion and better off in his house, playing with Blizz and doing absolutely nothing for a good while. He wasn't sure how long had passed, but it was a while. And now, standing back on the 23rd Floor, looking around the fields on the Underdark. He knew that the last person he wanted to hang out with was Freyd just because of sourness from his bad past experiences, b
  22. Chase wasn't too far out into the fields by the time he saw something peculiar in the forest near Tolbana. A little campsite, or something around those lines. And just then, he could swear his stomach was growling, looking down at it and quietly approaching the camp only to find... "F-Food. A lot of it.", he grumbled lowly under his breath and approached the cart, seeing the player peek from behind it. Maybe he could strike some form of deal, he thought and quietly looked at the wares, checking his balance before deciding that stocking up for a fair while would probably be best. Not find
  23. The cynic in Chase wanted to mock Freyd for his sophisticated choice of words and how formal he was beginning to sound, but that feeling got stronger when the comment about Mari was made. For someone that wanted to mend things between the two, that sure felt like a gut punch. He was quiet and gave very short answers, his smile having faded and the forcefully happy tone done the same. "Cleared every quest except for Redemption. This wasn't here." He turned to Hirru and gave a small nod, as if telling him to use the sword they'd just obtained. "All yours.", he promptly spoke and started hea
  24. And of course, Freyd didn't answer to either of them. With a deep sigh, Chase just looked at Hiru and gave him a shrug. "He sometimes does this. It's not personal.", he groaned before looking back on the path they were following, letting the rogue follow. Probably not the best choice he'd made considering who he trusted most and who he didn't- in this case Hirru-, but hey, who was he to speak otherwise. Before long, they were all inside, having gotten all the way down to the cellar and quietly looking about. That lasted about a few seconds before the monsters started to crawl in, or just
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