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Jun 30, 2017 18:59:00 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 18:59:00 GMT -5
[googlefont=Roboto:300,400,900] [nospaces] [attr="class","jartox"] [attr="class","jartoxpic"] [attr="class","jartoxlyr"] Peace to those who came before [attr="class","jartoxpost"] |Hard Mode: On| – |1/8|
Well this wasn’t the first deadly thing Chequita had chosen to do upon her arrival here now was it? Oh wait that’s right it was the hardest and probably the dumbest thing she could have done when first entering BWO. Adjusting her flak jacket the woman kept a rather absent minded grin upon her face. Semi messed up hair with long bangs hung down upon her dome. Examining her assault rifle out of habit she patted her sides to double check that her daggers were in place. There was no telling how dangerous it might be going in unprepared no?[break][break]
|Interface Opened.|[break][break]
|Send out Hard Mode Request?|[break][break]
|Accepted.|[break][break]
|Hard Mode request sent.|[break][break]
A low sigh left the woman’s lips as she waited just outside the frozen grounds of the first dungeon. The doors remained closed however the earth just before the door was frozen solid. A small stream had formed just at the foot of the path diverging off into the forest somewhere. This place was going to be a cold one and yet, Chequita wasn’t bother by it a single bit. Double checking her winter gear all she could do was smile.[break][break]
For as long as she could remember Chequita had never really frowned. The only times she ever frowned were in serious struggles and close call missions. Other than that she was known as the Laughing Juggernaut. Pulling up her imprinted mask the bottom half of a skulls mouth and nose covered her own as she glanced behind her. Hoisting the barrel of her gun to the sky, safety regulated that she was never to point her gun at anyone. This was a valid rule to keep and very crucial to the survival of all team members.[break][break]
“Tick tock my lovelies we have a long road ahead of us..” A gentle giggle left her lips while she checked her rounds before reloading the rifle and cocking it into action. The safety remained on with one bullet in the chamber. “It’s almost time..”
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Jun 30, 2017 20:56:17 GMT -5
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Jun 30, 2017 20:08:20 GMT -5
Post by Legion on Jun 30, 2017 20:08:20 GMT -5
cut loose like an animal, fired out like a cannon ball
|Hard Mode- Enabled|
|1/8|
Zahir was perfectly aware that he was outclassed, outgunned, and hindered by his own relative ineptitude. What kind of idiot chose a mounted combat class and failed to have a mount to back it up?
Zahir. Zahir did.
But he had no choice now. He had agreed and this was his lot in life now. So the Cavalier stood before the first dungeon in all of its frozen glory, the fur ruff on his shoulder fluffed slightly from the breeze. At least his gear would hopefully keep him warm. Or at least the very act of staying in motion would suffice to keep him warm. Absent fingers stroked the air in front of him to accept the woman in front of him's request.
|Hard Mode request has been sent from |Octavia|.|
|Accept Hard Mode request?|
|Hard Mode request accepted|
Now hopefully he wasn't putting the cart before the proverbial horse, otherwise, this would be a most uncomfortable dungeon run. He grinned, teeth glinting white against his dark skin. "Well now, pearl of my eye. There's no point in rushing through the fun." BWO was supposed to be fun, supposed to let him be something he couldn't possibly have been in the real world. So where was the harm in a little flirtation before the battle?
He rolled his shoulders and let his fears settle as he twirled his sword in an absent-minded roll of the wrist. Fingers clenched and unclenched on the blade before he shrugged his shoulder once more to get his shield to a comfortable position. Zahir was as ready as he ever would be, booted feet squared on the frozen ground. Hopefully he would have enough grip to bash something and keep himself from catching a permanent case of dead.
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Jul 3, 2017 22:05:39 GMT -5
Post by MEATPIE on Jul 3, 2017 22:05:39 GMT -5
DEVOUR EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD EAT UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING BUT BONES THERE IS STILL ROOM IN THE STOMACH
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hardmode :: 1/8 here we go! | Was there a debate about it?
Not really.
The woman simply let out a soft sigh, almost content in it's own way. How she had agreed to this, she wasn't quite sure. But she knew why she did. After all, these sweet children shouldn't be left to their own devices! Dungeons were difficult, hard and deadly - so leaving them to die like that would be one of the saddest things if she was just on the side lines. She also had been pushing away the fact that she's needed to do a dungeon for far too long. She would not be able to progress in the game if she did not try to push herself. And yet, perhaps it was fear, perhaps it was sadness - yet something had stopped her from continuing on.
But today, she was here to change that.
Her heels clicked as she approached the doors, a little ping startling her from her thoughts. For a moment, she was trying to figure out how to accept the party invite, before remember a certain motion. With a tap and then a flick of her wrist, she had accepted the invitation. Now, don't ask her how that works - she just knows that the system has set shortcuts. Perhaps for her, perhaps they are general. But they make her life easier, since she does not understand the UI. She just does things without it most of the time. And today, she was here, ready to go into a dungeon with those abilities. But she would be fine, she was sure of it.
''Hello dearies! All ready to go?'' she asked, tilting her head to the side and swaying in place. She could see two, and wondered if they were waiting for a third to come to them. |
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