[F29/PP] Jetpack? Check. [Scouting]

[Oscar 0]

It was a dark and spooky Halloween Night…

Wait, that wasn’t quite right. 

It was certainly dark and spooky. Torrential rains falling from overhead, the moan and cries of horrors hidden behind the ruined buildings. In the distance, Oscar could hear the sounds of fighting. But he wasn’t at all interested in helping out. It was time to put himself to the test. He had tackled damn near everything the game had to throw at him. From Quest Mobs to… well. Quest Mobs. It was just Quest Mobs. And it was so goddamn boring.

He needed a new challenge.

Something a cut above.

Something Labyrinth Guardian-y…

Eyes on set on the prize, he looked up at the downpour. Droplets of water trapped themselves in his hair, matting his locks to his face. He was surprised at how immediately he was drenched to the bone. But he would dry out. Something about breakneck speeds made for a fantastic wind tunnel.
 

Participating Players: Oscar, Oscar's Rizz, The Voices in Oscar's Head, Waldo (Oscar's Hallucination)

Spoiler

"Name: Oscar True Tier: 10
Level: 34
Paragon Level: 58
HP: 1056/1056
EN: 128/128

Stats:
Damage: 26
Mitigation: 212
Accuracy: 5
Evasion: 3
Battle Healing: 
Loot Die: 9
Stealth Rating: -5
AA PHASEVAMP-O: 174 REC: 4

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<Kyūketsuki>> T4 KATANA//ABS.ACC/PHASE/VAMP2 
Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<TACTICAL UNDER ARMOR>> T4 HEAVY ARMOR//MIT/MIT/MIT/REC
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - <<IVORY GOLD LEAF RING>> T1 TRINKET//ACC/ACC/EVA/EVA

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R5
  - Charge
  - Energist
  - Extended Weight Limit
  - Heavy Armor R5
  - Katana R5
  - Quick Change
  - Searching R5

Extra Skills:
  - Concentration
  - Forgotten King's Authority
  - Meditation
  - Parry
  - Survival

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Ferocity
  - Iron Skin
  - Precision
  - Reveal
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Impetus
  - Night Vision
  - Tracking

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - <<CRYSTAL OF DIVINE LIGHT>> ID: 236066 x
  - <<DARK SERAPHIM>> T4 HEAVY ARMOR - VAMP.D2/HOLY BLESSING 2 x
  - <<DIVINE RANCOR>> T4 KATANA - HOLY/HOLY/PHASE/BLIGHT  x
  - <<GLOVES OF CAERUS>> T1 LIGHT ARMOR//3 LD x
  - <<IMUGI'S INSPIRATION>> MASS HEAL x
  - <<RHINO'S HORN>> ID: 236068 x
  - <<SANCTITY'S RUIN>> T4 KATANA - FROSTBITE/BLEED/BLIGHT/BURN x
  - <<TELEPORTATION CRYSTAL>> x

Housing Buffs:
  - Basic Kitchen: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
  - Storage Closet: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot
  - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
  - Attic (Bedroom): +1 Expertise to declared utility skill. Cannot boost a skill without ranks, or increase a skill past its maximum rank. Cannot boost a skill the user has not learned yet. Ranks obtained using this buff will make the mods of that rank available for purchase. Mods obtained this way are unusable if this buff is removed until the skill is returned to the appropriate rank by way of SP purchase.
  - Basement: Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll
  - Guest Room: Players can have one «Amenity» in a «Guest Room» and the «Amenity» cannot be recovered. Players are allowed to change which «Amenity» is in the «Guest Room». Multiple instances of the same «Amenity» do not stack. This buff affects the player and their choice of up to two party members.
  - Master Bedroom: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
  - Master Bathroom: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
  - Extended Workshop: +2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt and +1 crafting attempt per day
  - Ornate Fishing Pond: +2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts.
  - Dining Hall: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed. Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.
  - Mega Slime Farm: +10% EXP to a thread. Limit one use per month. Must be used on a player's first post in a thread. Cooldown begins counting down when used in a post.

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:
  - Tanos
Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:
 - Cooking[5280exp] R10
Gathering Profession:
 - Fishing[100exp] R2"                                                                                                                            

Buffs

Spoiler

Liquor of Light - +3 DMG
Shadows Withal - +15 OH
Gungnir's Shard - T4 MIT Feast
Focused Dog - +2 ACC
Evasion Dog - +2 EVA
Golden Dog - +3 Prosperity
(Filled)Lucky Dog - +4 Loot Die
Mega Slime Farm - +10% EXP, next use 5/14/25

 

Edited April 15 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

And before any good sprint, it was good form to stretch out. True, he was nothing more than a digital avatar. An amalgamation of ones and zeroes. But instinct was paramount here. And it just felt good to get his body loose and limber before he took off like a bat out of Hell. He was absolutely unperturbed by the horrors arrayed before him. He stepped forward into a deep lunge, feeling the sensations of muscles stretching that were not technically there. Oscar found himself amazed at the attention to detail. It might have been a marvel of technology - a miracle made manifest - if not for the whole death game thing.

Oscar repeated the motion with the opposite leg. As he did, he noticed movement in the distance. Shambling shadows slowly meandering through the ruins. Moving in his direction. But again, it didn’t seem to bother him. In fact, he was absolutely disinterested.
 

Edited April 15 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

It was around the time that he shifted his focus on attacking the muscles in his lower back that he was able to make out their forms. They invoked the horror of deep waters. Thalassophobia walking upon dry land. Beasts with too many eyes or appendages. Gills and fins and tentacles where they should not be. Despite himself, a shudder went up his spine. Just as the game paid attention to accurately portraying the sensations of stretching muscles, they had spent equal effort making these creatures sufficiently horrifying.

For the first time, Oscar found himself grateful that he was trapped here. The thought alone was disconcerting. He hated it here. He hated his captors. He hated the ever present health bar at his periphery. And yet, the mere sight of these horrific creatures flipped all of that hatred onto its head.

At the end of the day, this was still a game.

They, like him, were nothing more than data stored upon a server.

God he hoped they were just data.
 

 

Edited April 15 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

There was only one way to find out. He would tackle these creatures in the same manner he tackled everything else he fought. With grit. With determination.

And with the power of God and Anime on his side.

He dropped down into a runner’s start, his gaze fixed straight ahead. The creatures were almost upon him. Reaching. Grabbing. With hook and fin and flipper. He could see the yellows of their eyes. The milky whites of their sclera and those bright yellow irises. All glazed over with a sodden haze, bulging from their myriad sockets. All affixed to him. There was pain in their voices - a rising chorus of anguish that drown out all else due to closeness.

All but the seas and the rain.

One neared him, thin fingers fused to a large flipper. He could see the veins spider webbing through the membranous appendage. Another shudder racked his spine.
 

Edited April 15 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

The air cracked like a whip as Oscar broke into a sprint. An explosion, wind and debris scattered in all directions from his launching point. Those horrors were sent ass over elbow, fluttering like leaves in the wind. Oscar didn't have a heading. He didn't even know where to start, really. So he did about the only thing he could.

He took a lap.

More than a lap, really. Shooting about the ruined floor like a bat out of hell, the raindrops felt hard as bullets. A ceaseless barrage that wracked him in all directions. He was certain that if he had skin in place of a digital avatar, at these speeds those raindrops would have perforated his body. What a fitting end, that. The man raised in the inner city, dead by his own drive-by. That joke alone was almost enough to bring a tear to his eye. Nope, wait. That was still just rain.

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

Oscar came to a stop, the sudden cessation of movement sending drops of rain flying from the locks of hair that framed his face. He looked around, peering under ruined, collapsed buildings. He would take off again, the sound of his sudden movements cracking through the air like thunder. In the distance, he heard the din of combat. Players fighting off the unholy hordes. He banked towards that location, ducking under beams and half-collapsed roofs. Best to rule that general area out first. He didn't want to be in the way.

He skidded to a stop next to @Katoka. His hands fell upon her waist and without the slightest of efforts, he plucked her off the ground. He held her over his head and to the side as he scrutinized the ground beneath her feet.

"Whoah, what the fuck are you doing hot dog man?!"

He ignored her, instead examining the ground until he was satisfied. Then, he placed her down on the ground and bolted off again after giving her a soft pat on the head.

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

His next target was @Lessa. He repeated the same motion that he'd done to Katoka, grabbing her by the waist and quickly hoisting her over his head. This time, his search proved promising. But alas, what he thought was perhaps a gap in an entry way was, instead, just a very long and strangely uniform crack in the stones.

"Didn't you get this out of your system earlier," Lessa asked him.

This time, he beamed up at her with a jovial grin. "For you? Never."

Returning her to her original spot, Oscar took off again. But he quickly came back and delivered copped a feel from behind under her copious amount of belts. "Booty pats~" he said in a sing-song voice before taking off like a bolt once more. Oscar was nothing if not a slave to impulse. And he would find no finer an opportunity than now, when everyone was distracted with the hulking beasts wreaking havoc in the town.

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

@Jomei was more observant than most. Either via the cracks of thunder or the chaos Oscar had unleashed by systematically lifting everyone up over his head as if he were searching under jars in his cupboard, the man saw Oscar coming. As he came to a stop, the ginger shifted his feet as if he were merely going to get out of Oscar's way. A nice gesture, but completely ruined the joke.

"You know, if you just ask me, I'll-"

His words died as Oscar jammed a finger in his face. His index finger pressed against Jomei's lips silenced his protestations. His hand moved in small circles, feeling the softness of Jomei's lips. How his deep those green eyes were.

Fuck, Oscar saw what Lessa did. But he couldn't afford to get distracted by a romance that could not be.

As with the others, Oscar took hold of Jomei's hips. Perhaps more tenderly than he intended. As the hot dog man lifted him from the ground, he let out a resigned sigh and just accepted Oscar's antics. Content that there was, in fact, not an entrance to the labyrinth under this absolute specimen of a man, Oscar returned his feet to the ground. His hand moved up, gently caressing Jomei's cheek.

"In another life, perhaps," he said mournfully before taking off again.

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

@Arabelle seemed like she was having a rough time. Oscar had to approach with caution. Well, probably should have approached with caution. But our intrepid hero was in too much of a hurry. His hand had scarcely touched her waist when she lashed out, her sword bouncing off of his chest thanks to secret heavy armor. Clearly this was a puzzle to be solved. And it would be solved in the same way he solved everything. Mystery meat cylinders. He reached into his pocket and quickly popped a hot dog into her mouth. While she was reeling from shock or sheer deliciousness, Oscar did what he came to do. He scooped her off the ground and examined the ground under her feet. You never know when someone just falls into a labyrinth. Alas, no dice. So he set her down and gave her a sweet forehead smooch before leaving her confused, blind, and fed.

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

The obvious next place he needed to check was under the actual monsters themselves. He came to a stop at the Mother of Smiles, lifting her foot and scrutinizing the ground. He wondered why they were all having so much trouble, honestly. Felt like a stiff breeze could bowl over the cosmic horror currently held off balance by Oscar. And the same motion was repeated with The Wanderer, the Beast, and the Father of the Deep. Simply and casually moving them out of the way as if they were inconsequential and searching for a hole hidden beneath them. It would almost seem fitting for them to literally be standing on top of the entrance, warning off anyone trying to find the Labyrinth. But that just made too much sense. So, after sowing more chaos than those entities ever good on their best day, Oscar decided to turn his attention elsewhere.

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

Oscar left the battlefield behind him, leaving his friends to handle... whatever it was they were handling. Honestly, all Oscar could tell was that they were fighting some weirdos. He was still thinking about how soft Jomei's lips were. Damn that guy was a sexy beast. And that was saying something, coming from a man who was also a sexy beast. The sweet music they would make together...

He was getting distracted. So much so that he tripped over a Treasure Chest. Falling face first into the mud, Oscar slid to a stop. He looked up, seeing a fat walrus man looking down at him. Why were there so many fat walrus men? Oscar shot to his feet, punting the walrus over the horizon like a football and then turned around to behold his new nemesis. In the distance, he heard some yodeling. That stereotypical middle eastern vocalization you'd hear in the movies. And then then the music started. And the chest began to quake.

"Why do I hear boss music?"

X

Spoiler

 

ID: 243593 - LD: 18+12 = 30
Treasure Chest

30/300

 

 

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

Oscar barely got his sword into his hand before the Mimic moved. Arms popped out of the sides, legs out of the bottoms. Each of its limbs were impossibly swole. It was like the mimic started and ended its day with hundreds of pushups. He wondered what it's diet was. For a second, before he decided that the thing probably got its protein from dumbass adventurers like him. Which was weird because this floor just opened. So there had to be another way. Before Oscar could ask the absolute specimen of a monster of diet tips, it swung at him. Oscar danced out of the way, but the sheer power that came from the creature's attack sent the remnants of an entire house sailing off into the distance. Oscar made a mental note not to get hit by the thing. He wasn't completely sure that he could handle that type of power.

ID: 243594 | CD: 1, it's a mimic

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 1056/1056 | EN: 128/128 | DMG: 27 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:9 | PROSP:3       

Mimic attack vs Oscar | ID: 243595 | MD: 2+3-3, miss                                                                                                           

Mimic | HP: 2000/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 160 | ACC: 3 | EVA: 3

 

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

Now that the surprise round was over, Oscar was able to run the ones with the brawler in front of him. He rushed forward, the weapon trailing behind him cutting ebon streaks through the air. He struck fast and hard, aiming to relieve the creature of one of his impossibly muscular arms. His weapon struck true, but didn't make it even a quarter of the way through the bicep before it was stopped short by the steely muscle fibers. The beast flexed, trapping Oscar's sword before swinging with its other hand. But Oscar had trained for such things. He kicked off the ground, spinning up and over the Mimic's shoulder. Its meaty fist missed Oscar by a hair as he vaulted over the Mimic. Using his momentum, he wrenched his weapon free and landed lightly behind the creature. He rose back to his full height and wheeled around, flicking the bright green ichor that coated his blade away.

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 1056/1056 | EN: 116/128 | DMG: 27 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:9 | PROSP:3       

TECH-D vs Mimic (-12 EN) - ID: 243596 | BD: 8+6-3, hit | Deal 184 DMG                                                                                                       

Mimic | HP: 1816/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 140 (-20)| ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | MD: 5+3-3, miss

 

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

Oscar lashed out again, targeting the same spot that he had just struck. If he couldn't make a clean cut, he would hack the son of a bitch off. Oscar preferred a certain level of elegance, but he wasn't above getting down and dirty if he had to. And he most certainly had to. Oscar had struck with a force that would leave most normal mobs and even some Quest Bosses reeling. And this thing barely showed any damage. Clearly this was a god among mimics and he wondered if he could make it a familiar. No disrespect to Leeroy and Jenkins, but this thing had theme music. Clearly superior. Dope as fuck. He sliced again, finding his mark and carving that gash in its bicep even deeper. This time, he was able to follow through on the cut. But, unfortunately, the creature's fist connected with his side and sent him flying. For the first time since he could remember, an attack actually hurt.

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 881/1056 | EN: 108/128 | DMG: 27 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:9 | PROSP:3       

TECH-D vs Mimic (-12 EN) - ID: 243597 | BD: 4+6-3, hit | Deal 204 DMG                                                                                                       

0/3 Mimic | HP: 1612/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 120 (-40)| ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | MD: 10, Deal 175 DMG | Shattered 2 0/3

 

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

Oscar landed in a pile of rubble. A ruined bakery, as evidenced by the clay oven in the corner and the rain-drenched sacks of flour. He saw stars, looking up at the dark skies as he attempted to get himself back together. The Mimic, however, had different plans. He saw the creature launch high into the air, the hulking frame spoiling his wonderful view of the rainy day. Then, like a wrestler off the top rope, it headed back towards the earth. Its fist was cocked back as it descended. Oscar vaulted backwards, narrowly dodging the blow itself, but being caught in the cloud of dust and debris. He lashed out blindly, smiling as he felt his weapon catch on flesh. A clean hit from a not-so-clean circumstance. He jumped backwards, wrenching his weapon free and launching himself out of the dust cloud. But as he sailed backwards through the air, he saw the Mimic chasing after him. A menacing presence blasting through walls and doors and houses in an effort to catch his quarry.

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 939/1056 | EN: 100/128 | DMG: 27 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:9 | PROSP:3       

TECH-D vs Mimic (-12 EN) - ID: 243598 | BD: 4+6-3, hit | Deal 224 DMG                                                                                                       

Mimic | HP: 1388/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 100 (-60)| ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | MD: 3+3-3, miss | Shattered 3 0/3

 

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

As Oscar descended, there was little he could do to stop what was about to happen. His feet hit the earth. And the Mimic's bicep hit his throat. Blasted backwards, Oscar somersaulted over the ruins, crashing through walls and windows and another fat walrus. Eventually, his backwards momentum gassed itself out and he came to a stop halfway into the base of a statue. A robed man, staff in hand with his hands raised towards the heavens began to teeter precariously. And then it pitched forward, directly towards Oscar. He scarcely had time to blink the stars from his eyes before he had to dive to safety to keep from being crushed under several tons of stone. Thankfully, the property damage gave the mimic pause. Which gave Oscar time to catch his breath. He couldn't remember fighting a mob so difficult. Not even at the his lowest level. Not even then had he taken on such a challenge.

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 824/1056 | EN: 102/128 | DMG: 27 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:9 | PROSP:3       

AOE-I vs Mimic | ID: 243599 | BD: 2+6-3, Miss
                                                                                       

Mimic | HP: 1388/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 100 (-60)| ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | MD: 6+3-3, Deal 173 DMG | Shattered 3 1/3

 

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

The cloud of dust billowed out around him and Oscar had a choice to make. He could rush in, try to put up some semblance of an offensive. Or he could take a second and get his bearings. He was already on the back foot. The statue falling had forced distance between them. Both were blinded. Both couldn't see the other. The best bet was to wait for the smoke to clear. Deny the Mimic the thundering momentum that it had managed to gather. Oscar didn't see a win if he just kept up the pressure. There was no pressure to keep up. It was almost embarrassing to be put into such a position by a treasure chest with legs. It didn't bode well if this was the first real attempt he made at finding the Boss Door. If he couldn't make it past this, what horrors awaited them behind that door?

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 882/1056 | EN: 104/128 | DMG: 27 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:9 | PROSP:3       

AOE-I vs Mimic | ID: 2435600 | BD: 2+6-3, Miss                              

Mimic | HP: 1388/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 100 (-60)| ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | MD: 1, Miss | Shattered 3 2/3

 

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

Slowly but surely the dust began to clear. He could make out the silhouette of the brute from within the gray. It was clear that it hadn't found him yet. Just the moment Oscar had been waiting for. He dashed forward, weapon carving a wide arc through the air as he struck the beast with all the force that he could muster. Pinpoint precision and a lucky critical hit did several things. It removed the damaged limb from the mimic. The thick, meaty arm fell to the ground with a wet smack. His weapon's enhancements activated, restoring the health that he had lost. Taking a beat had been the correct call. With a single attack, Oscar had completely reversed his fortunes. It highlighted the difference between Player and NPC. No matter how powerful, the Player could always think. The NPCs only knew how to attack. And that's why the Players would eventually win this death game.

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 1056/1056 | EN: 94/128 | DMG: 27 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:9 | PROSP:3       

Tech-D vs Mimic | ID: 243601 | BD: 10, Major Crit - Phase Activates, Vamp-O Activates, Deal 298 DMG                            

Mimic | HP: 1090/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 100 (-60)| ACC: 3 | EVA: 3 | MD: 2+3-3, Miss | Shattered 3 0/3

 

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

Oscar pressed his advantage. He reversed his grip on his sword, driving the pommel of his weapon between the Mimic's eyes in a stunning strike. It staggered backwards, sole remaining arm flailing as it reeled from the blow. Oscar swept its feet, sending it crashing into the mud. He wouldn't make the mistake of underestimating this creature again. Any good thought, any positive impression had burned up in the fires of combat. It had established itself as a creature to be taken seriously. And if that were the case, Oscar would take it seriously. With the same laser focus and brutal efficiency that he used to deal with Player Killers, he would not give another inch to this thing. No matter how immaculate its physique was. He readjusted his grip, slicing off a leg in quick order. The only tragic thing, the only regret Oscar had, was that there was no one here to witness his brutality.

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 1056/1056 | EN: 86/128 | DMG: 27 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:9 | PROSP:3       

Tech-A vs Mimic | ID: 243602 | BD: 4+6-3, Deal 224 DMG, Mimic is Stunned            

(Stun)Mimic | HP: 866/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 100 (-60)| ACC: 3 | EVA: 3-3 | MD: 9, Stunned | Shattered 3 1/3

 

Edited May 31 by Oscar

[Oscar 0]

The Mimic had finally found its bearings. It jolted forward, only for Oscar to stamp it back into the mud. Its fist surged forward, but Oscar parried it with the flat of his blade. His riposte removed the offending limb, leaving it oozing green blood into the rain soaked ground. He struck again. And again. His weapon perforated the creature's one remaining limb, carved gashes into its wooden torso. Oscar had the advantage now. And he would keep pressing it. There was not a single creature he feared. There was not a single mob that would get the better of him. He'd made that promise a long time ago. He was merely upholding the covenant he made to himself. His weapon was slick with rain, his blade almost tinged green from the gruesome display he put on for only the old ones to see. Let them see. They would be next.

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 1056/1056 | EN: 78/128 | DMG: 27 | MIT:187 | ACC:5 | AA  | PHASE | EVA:3 | BH:58 | VAMP-O: 174 | REC: 4 | LD:9 | PROSP:3       

Tech-D vs Mimic | ID: 243603 | BD: 7+6-3, Deal 224 DMG

Mimic | HP: 642/2000 | DMG: 360 | MIT: 100 (-60)| ACC: 3 | EVA: 3-3 | MD: 2+3-3, Miss | Shattered 3 0/3

 

Edited May 31 by Oscar