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Apr 29, 2017 18:47:10 GMT -5
Post by REIGN on Apr 29, 2017 18:47:10 GMT -5
Setesh was getting a little too pissy for her liking. Its attacks were relentless as it tried to swipe at all the players attacking. Reign had stood a little too close to the boss and immediately got hit. She cried out as she was flung quite a distance away and landed hard in the sand. “Fuck this shit.” There was sand everywhere, the boss’s health was going down too slowly for her liking, and she was fucking pissed. She sat up and watched as the players continued to attack the boss after the initial attack. From what she saw, she was one of the few who had gotten hit from standing too close.
Figures.
It was then she heard a noise coming up behind her and as she turned to look, she saw her health slowly start to regenerate. Thankfully it was another support class because the few healers they had couldn’t keep up with the sheer amount of players in the area. “Thanks for the heal!” Regin called out to Cesi before pausing to stare at the outfit he had on. She...didn’t like the way his armor looked- if it could be considered armor in the first place. His jacket looked like a parachute and his shoes...she didn’t even know what the hell his shoes were trying to do. “What’s up with your fucking shoes?” She couldn’t help but ask. She had never seen anything like them before...which was probably a good thing.
Reign finally stood and picked up her sword off the ground, preparing to run off again once she finished talking to the guy. Despite his outfit, she still was appreciative. “Sorry but you’re outfit….I’ve never seen anything like it.” It was a barely hidden insult but it wasn’t like she was trying to hide it.
notes: Reign got hit by the boss's attack and got thrown back quite a distance. She was sitting around before being healed by Cesi. then she talked shit about his shoes.
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Apr 29, 2017 19:00:42 GMT -5
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Apr 29, 2017 19:00:21 GMT -5
Post by cosimia on Apr 29, 2017 19:00:21 GMT -5
[attr="class","nv"] [attr="class","nv1"]  [attr="class","nv2"]  [attr="class","nv3"] but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - – – and im falling, god, i’m falling. [attr="class","nv4"]CURRENTLY EQUIPPED --
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HARD MODE ACTIVATED | [attr="class","mv"] [attr="class","mv1"]cosimia did a good job of avoiding setesh's attacks. the woman managed to avoid the barrier as he brought it in towards himself, eventually allowing it to collide with his body to form a sort of shield around him. the astralmancer wouldn't allow anything to stop her. not even his giant arm that swung across the battle field.
except that it did. as his arm passed through the people, cosimia planned to jump over the mass, but it failed horribly. as her feet made their way off the ground, she miscalculated how far up she needed to jump. she was knocked backwards and to the ground. her head slammed against the ground, but lucky sand wasn't the hardest fall. it certainly didn't feel great either, though.
the girl struggled to sit up in the sand, but every inch of her body ached. both the sand and the monster's arm took everything out of her. was this really how she was going to die?
summary: gets hit by setesh's attack. falls to the ground and can't get back up.
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Apr 29, 2017 19:08:55 GMT -5
Post by Cesi on Apr 29, 2017 19:08:55 GMT -5
[attr="class","saschaunshifted"] Looking around as people started to attack, the blue haired man would nod. It seemed that everyone was a little better thanks to his Healing Beat. As REIGN started to thank him he would smile, "No probl-" Pausing as she insulted him further, he would gasp and pull back, the vibrations stopping for a split second before the got more violent, the Healing Beat turning into a distorted one as the waves became heavier; only ranging to knee high. "Don't talk about my shoes, these are more fitting than your heels. Who wears heels in the desert? And don't get me started on your collar, look like you're taking the first steps to being trans-ostritch with that long ass neck." Can't believe she talked shit about his clothes. He was gonna have to drag a hoe if she thought she could come at him like that. He needed to relieve that stress that she just gave him, so taking out his music player, he would use Track Change and switching the genre of music. Nodding to the beat as the selection of music changed from calming to something a little more upbeat, he would active Amp It Up and power up those attacking the monster, taking out his disc launcher and providing a bit of backup fire himself. Summary: HARD MODE/ Called reign a whore and stopped healing to provide more DPS. | [attr="class","fish"] [attr="class","gold"]words: 218
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Apr 29, 2017 19:12:38 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Apr 29, 2017 19:12:38 GMT -5
 [attr="class","scare"]HARD MODE ACTIVE [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"] The Commando had been lost somewhere in the sand. All the buffs and attention for not as he'd been fighting to stay alive in the swishing mess of yellow grit. Finally he'd manage to get a hand up through his natural coffin, pulling himself free and gasping for air with a growl of anger. The usual reckless Assaulter had done little during this raid, sadly...besides keep himself alive. So when he'd gotten back on his feet with little HP, he'd throw whatever he had at the giant skeletal bastard, not wanting to come up to short behind all the other players who'd stolen the show. His UAV was tossed out to help as well, the decently sized aerial drone had a tough time navigating the sand storms, though it did manage to get a few good rockets off and help with the attack. Hopefully this guy was going down soon....Or Rex might not make it! Reloading he'd catch rache running on the thing like a total manic....She was pretty bad ass though. [attr="class","s arenotes"]- NSFW!!!!- NOTES: Crawled some the sands, did some damage, and watched Rache. @tag [googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Abel][newclass=.scare]font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:#7f3e96;font-family:oswald;letter-spacing:1px;padding:4px[/newclass][newclass=.scare1]font-size:15px;text-align:center;color:#B03131;font-family:abel;margin-top:-2px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare2]font-size:15px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#55ce30;margin-top:3px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare3]font-size:20px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#bdbdbd;border-bottom:2px solid #eaeaea;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.scarewords]font-size:11px;text-align:justify;padding:20px;color:#bdbdbd;[/newclass][newclass=.scarenotes]font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#a3a3a3;border-bottom:solid 2px #eaeaea;padding:10px;[/newclass] nTEew4An
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Apr 29, 2017 19:30:24 GMT -5
Post by Oberon on Apr 29, 2017 19:30:24 GMT -5
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[attr="class","mff"]  [attr="class","text"]A lonely speaker in a conversation, Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for [attr="class","windysapphire"] Oberon felt as if he was literally dying as he trudged through the desert. Where nature had been wiped out was now a battleground where each step was a struggle and a fight for survival. Sand filled the air and hit the Chained's body like a barrage of bullets, a sign that he wasn't desired here. That he would die here. Tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and eyes stinging the attacker pushed ahead. He couldn't die here, not now. By now the raid was coming to an end, for which sided he didn't know. If the other players hadn't made a dent in the boss' HP he knew they weren't going to fell the beast, instead the only dead bodies lining the twisting sands of the desert would be that of other players. He heard it before he saw it, the sound of battle. Hurrying to join the fray the attacker began to speed up. Slowly he went from walking to jogging and then finally sprinting as the sand cleared. Health bar low and debuff on Oberon shot out his chains. "Hold me tight baldy!" He yelled to Atlas , by his side now. Thrusting his left arm forward the chains would begin to pull Oberon towards Setesh's arm which they had begun to wrap around. Either the attacker was going to go flying or the arm to be slowed as it tried to pull him in, the deciding factor falling on what the defender did. Atlas , used chains to try and slow boss' arm. If Atlas grabs Oberon it might help a little, if he doesn't a kids going to be flying through the air. [newclass=.windysapphire::-webkit-scrollbar]width:3px;background-color:#d6d6d6; border: 1px solid #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.windysapphire::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:3px;background-color: #d6d6d6; border: 1px solid #d6d6d6;[/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.Morning a]font: 6pt calibri;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.mff]transform: rotate(0deg);width:70px;float:left;border:2px solid #d8d8d8;padding:5px;margin:00px 0px 0px 0px;background-color:#ffffff;transition: 1s;[/newclass][newclass=.Morning:hover .mff]transform: rotate(360deg);transition: 1s; [/newclass][newclass=.text]font:bold 15px Times New Roman;letter-spacing:-1px;text-align:left;margin:10px 0px 15px 100px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#949494;font-style:italic;transition: 0.8s;[/newclass][newclass=.Morning:hover .text]color:#8496bb;transition: 0.8s;[/newclass] jLOeagmC
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Apr 29, 2017 19:34:11 GMT -5
Post by HOURGLASS on Apr 29, 2017 19:34:11 GMT -5
 She had been so caught up in the moment that she hadn’t realized her health bar slowly rise above the damage being dealt to her. Every sense had been centered around the boss and the other attackers surrounding it. Someone shouting here, another shouting there; it was disorienting. There was a moment where the others started to deal more damage than her -- or at least, she had thought so. The boss had attempted to shake off the relentless attacks, swatting others away while focusing on those far more persistent than it. It gave Eliza a chance to glance back, to see the blurred faces through the whirl of sand brushing against her cheeks.
There were so many people, and much like other raid boss she had seen first hand -- this one, hopefully soon, would collapse and die under the weight of everyone's attacks. She wanted to thank whoever was healing her but this wasn’t the time, even if the attention of the boss hadn’t focused solely on her. Gripping the handle of her pistol, the warm metal pressed against her skin, there was that small, elated feeling returning to the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t as strong, but it was there if she focused on it enough. She followed towards the raid boss, blinking past whatever attack or charging player in her way. In a matter of seconds the only sound she could hear was that of her gun, driving bullet after bullet into the body of the beast as she darted past.
HARD MODE
2/3 POSTS
SUMMARY: grateful for the heals. kept going for the boss and dealing damage to it, dodged past anyone in her way as she moved.
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Apr 29, 2017 19:53:47 GMT -5
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Apr 29, 2017 19:42:34 GMT -5
Post by faust on Apr 29, 2017 19:42:34 GMT -5
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i'm electric all plugged in
fucked up like original sin / fucked up like original sin
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So there was fashionably late, and then there was ... this. [break][break]
Oh well. Faust made the same entrance as usual, spamming party invites to anyone in view while she raced towards the boss. Oof, this was not the best place to be in life. She'd never been to a real desert, but she'd take the game's word for it being hot and making her wish she had lotion on hand for the first time in her life. She didn't really wait to see if any acceptances happened or she was left out in the dust, racing right at the sand monster.[break][break]
One way or the other, she was going to get a good hit in.
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The Asmodeus laughed as she fired up the only pact she had available at the moment, getting in close and not waiting before she fired off a basic attack with her focus towards mister sandman. She wasn't about to have anyone say she didn't pitch in, even if she was beyond late to the party. A lot of people seemed to be hitting it pretty hard, and there was even a ranger on the damn shoulder. That was ballsy as hell, she liked it.
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Apr 29, 2017 19:47:02 GMT -5
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Post by Atlas on Apr 29, 2017 19:47:02 GMT -5
I'm the one that you wanted I'm your Superbeast  - @innotes - - 276 - - Muse- - hard mode 8), SAVED cosimia FROM GETTING REKT THEN PICKED HER UP IN A FIREMANS CARRY, JUMPED OVER TO Oberon WITH WAY OF THE KIND AND STOPPED HIM FROM GETTING PULLED IN BY THE BOSS- | With a triumphant sounding grunt Atlas would clasp his arms together as he starred the raid boss down, flexing his muscles till it seemed like they were gonna burst. "For something called a Reaper you have..very little muscles on your body! And that will ultimately be your down fall!" The mountain of muscle yelled out in an attempt to belittle the skeleton for some reason, Atlas himself wasn't even sure why he did that. It wasn't until he noticed the boss trying to take another swing with an arm at a downed person that Atlas stopped flexing. Instead using his Way of the Kind ability to leap over to the down cosimia , taking the smack for her and getting knocked back a couple of inches. Boy did he love being a muscly hunk of beef.
Staring down at the girl Atlas would think about how he could better keep her safe, he was a defender after all that was what he did. With a shrug he'd do the only thing that he could think of, and lift the girl up and put her on his shoulders like a fireman would. Once Oberon called out for him to help though Atlas would use the same skill again, jumping right over to where the attacker was, grabbing onto him with one hand.
"Don't worry little one, Atlas is here!" He said while digging his feet down into the sand as much as he could. Using every glorious muscle in his body to hold Oberon in the air since he was already getting pulled to the boss a bit in the time it took the man to get there.
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Apr 29, 2017 19:51:05 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Apr 29, 2017 19:51:05 GMT -5
 that was you. Catharsis wasn't really one to make entrances, but just as he'd settled into the idea of skipping this boss out someone had started a rumor that there was extra gold involved if the boss got taken down in a big way. From that point on, Cat wasn't even sure how he'd gotten to the map as fast as he had. Really, all he'd seen the entire way was dollar signs. If this turned out to just be a shitty rumor, he'd have to get back at the guy for ruining his totally relaxing day that he'd been having. For now, though, he was racing across the field on the back of a dark purple owlbear, sand getting kicked up in his wake and hopefully not trampling any other players. That was pretty fun, he couldn't lie to himself about it. He knew exactly where he was needed, racing right into the center of the fray towards the skeletal monster and grinning as the owlbear did the work for him, swiping with a clawed hand to beat into some of the sand. Fantastic, but he knew that what he had to offer in this situation was more important than that, dropping a heal in the center of the battle where he was already assuming it would be needed most. ItPUzFhRHARDMODE// cat's riding in on an owlbear, attacking the boss and dropping his aoe over time heal kingrex and anyone else close to the boss who would need it MADE BY ★MEULK
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Apr 29, 2017 20:06:12 GMT -5
Post by PERSEPHONE on Apr 29, 2017 20:06:12 GMT -5
 deez nuts on your chin The healing and speed buffs are much appreciated, and Persephone smiles, slightly satisfied with herself. The monster looks tired, and it shouldn't take too long before it falls. Sand falls in big chunks, dust flying as grains fill the air. It only serves to make the sandstorm worse; but she's managed to stay far enough to evade most of the storm. When the monster swings, however, Persephone barely has the time to run out of the way, sand flying over her body. Some people, however, aren't so lucky. She spots the same person she'd buffed a while ago, her crouched form clear against the tan terrain. Someone picks her up, and Persephone looks around; cosimia seems to be the most injured, and she would hate for the player to die like this. She approaches her, touching a gentle hand on her shoulder, and sings, putting healing buffs on her body. Hopefully it'll heal her enough to walk. "You looked a little down, friend."barely dodges punch. gives cosimia a healing buff m0eg76ijMADE BY ★MEULK
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Apr 29, 2017 20:18:31 GMT -5
Post by HOURGLASS on Apr 29, 2017 20:18:31 GMT -5
Eliza could feel her body dissipate in place, pixel after pixel reforming back to where she once was. That ability, her entire class even, made her feel so strange. Oddly vulnerable yet untouchable all at once. This game -- their new life -- it was all so strange. She continued as much as she could, firing shots into the boss as she moved; zipped around its body in an attempt to avoid any attacks. Recalling into place, narrowly avoiding another player darting towards the beast's side, Eliza left copies of herself as many times as she could. It was strange to see. Dull, mirrored and lifeless versions of herself in place in the air or on the ground ; seconds ticking past until they exploded, pixels of sand flying through the unstable air around them. She had done so well to avoid everything besides the first attack that had sent her crashing to the floor. She had done so well -- yet, during her last attempt to leave a clone of herself against the body of the boss, she had strayed just a little too close. The explosion, so minuscule in comparison to everything else, hurt ; sent her body flying backwards and away from the remaining group of attacks and defenders keeping everyone safe. She wasn’t dead, or at least she thought so. What did death even feel like.
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SUMMARY: kept attacking the boss, but ended up getting too close to her own skills and sent her flying backwards, damaged by her own attack.
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Apr 29, 2017 20:29:48 GMT -5
Post by Oberon on Apr 29, 2017 20:29:48 GMT -5
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[attr="class","mff"] [attr="class","text"]A lonely speaker in a conversation, Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for [attr="class","windysapphire"] "Oh shit," those were going to be Oberon's last words as he felt his body beginning to fly through the air. Mr. Sparkles hadn't grabbed him as expected. All he could imagine was the splattered remains of his body on the ground thrown over a mile away, like a dead bug splattered on the windshield. "Don't worry little one, Atlas is here!" Those words ran crystal clear as the attacker felt himself come to a stop, now a new feeling overtaking his senses. That of immense pain, his body feeling as if it was going to split in two from the swinging of the arm and the immense strength of Atlas. Grinding his teeth the attacker threw his wrists upward with as much strength as possible, a ripple of electricity flowed down the chains as a result. Oberon had no clue if it would do anything, unsure if the bone would act as an insulator and block out his whole attack. "Keep on holding my dude!" he'd say through gritted teeth. sent electricity through his chains to dmg the boss while being held midair by Atlas [newclass=.windysapphire::-webkit-scrollbar]width:3px;background-color:#d6d6d6; border: 1px solid #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.windysapphire::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:3px;background-color: #d6d6d6; border: 1px solid #d6d6d6;[/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans][newclass=.Morning a]font: 6pt calibri;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.mff]transform: rotate(0deg);width:70px;float:left;border:2px solid #d8d8d8;padding:5px;margin:00px 0px 0px 0px;background-color:#ffffff;transition: 1s;[/newclass][newclass=.Morning:hover .mff]transform: rotate(360deg);transition: 1s; [/newclass][newclass=.text]font:bold 15px Times New Roman;letter-spacing:-1px;text-align:left;margin:10px 0px 15px 100px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#949494;font-style:italic;transition: 0.8s;[/newclass][newclass=.Morning:hover .text]color:#8496bb;transition: 0.8s;[/newclass] coPDphio
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Apr 29, 2017 20:38:43 GMT -5
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Apr 29, 2017 20:35:40 GMT -5
Post by mark on Apr 29, 2017 20:35:40 GMT -5
[attr="class","bw-border"] [attr="class","bw-bg"] [attr="class","bw-title"]ATTACK ONE - SANDSTORM [attr="class","bw-desc"]With a stretched hand reaching for his chest, both the sandstorm and monster paused for just a moment before crashing down into the surface. A sudden eruption of bits of data and sand sprayed over the nearby player base. Where Setesh once stood was replaced by a tower of sand vials and coin labeled for each participating member of the fight. Everything would be calm from this point forward.
The opportunity for hard mode is over. If you didn't cooperate with a post in the monster's defeat, you can no longer join in with hard mode engaged. If you have a single post (or more) before this post, you may continue your run with the three posts required. Make sure to roll in all three of the first three posts so we can count up the combined total (for the title). Anyone who doesn't meet the requirements does not earn rewards.
congratulation players! anyone who participated in hard mode will be rewarded an extra 20 coin on top of their reward! be sure to mention as much in your 'notify us' post!
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Apr 29, 2017 20:50:30 GMT -5
Post by Atlas on Apr 29, 2017 20:50:30 GMT -5
I'm the one that you wanted I'm your Superbeast - @innotes - - 309 - - Muse- - hard mode 8), Thanked PERSEPHONE for healing cosimia . Put Oberon down cause the deed is done the cake been baked, picked up his loot and got cosimia her loot cause nice beefcake | As the large man held onto Oberon tight to make sure he didn't get whipped through the air like a Frisbee by the boss Atlas would notice the sound of someone singing. Glancing over his shoulder to see what was going on he'd notice the green haired girl singing to heal the person on his shoulders. Grinning like an idiot he'd take the one free hand he had left and pat PERSEPHONE on the head. "Haha! Good job little one! This girl needed that badly you might of just saved her life! Be proud!" He merrily blurted out at the healer, still holding tight to Oberon.
Though he didn't really need to hold on anymore despite what the attacker told him to do. Turning his head back to see what was going on with the boss he'd be greeted with the sight of, well the sight of a pile of coins and some weird looking vials. It seemed that while he was praising the healer someone had struck down the reaper of the sands. "Well would you look at that!" Atlas yelled out as he set Oberon back down on the ground on both feet, before heading over to the pile of loot with the girl still on his back.
Standing with his back to the pile of loot the cheery mountain of muscle would yell out a quick "Come! Come my friends, reap the gains we have gained from this fight!" With that said Atlas would turn around an find the loot with his own username, picking them up so that they'd go into his inventory. Still worried about the girl on his back Atlas would sort of reach over and grab her hand with one of his free ones, guiding her hand over to her own pile of loot so she could claim it in her condition.
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Apr 29, 2017 21:01:14 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Apr 29, 2017 21:01:14 GMT -5
that was you. There wasn't much time after the last hit was struck before time seemed to still. Oh. That was a boss going down, and ... he was in the middle of it. Cat's breath caught in his throat as he remembered exactly why getting this close to a boss was a bad fucking idea. Fantastic. Well, only way to go was up. As the boss's hand started to move, he kicked the owlbear into a jump, moving quickly with no regard to anyone left below as the mount frantically crawled up the arm and up to the shoulder to at least be out from under the force of impact as the sand monster deteriorated.
Holy shit, it seemed like he was actually going to be okay. Even better, he hadn't been hit with a wave of grief the moment he healed people. It didn't seem like anyone had died, at least not yet.
The moment the dust settled, Catharsis was left coughing in ... a pile of money and sand. Literally a pile of money, as if his dreams had come true. "Holy shit." He managed although the words were broken up and hidden under a harsh cough. The moment his throat had cleared he yelled out an, "Everyone okay?" It seemed like it. A large muscular man and the small group around him seemed to be fine at a quick glance, anyway. Before any particular answer could reach his ears, he bent down to scoop up some of the treasure and sand. A just reward for all the hard work of arriving right on time, if he could say so himself.
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HARDMODE// cat scaled the boss to get out from under it before it collapsed, probably leaving anyone else behind to scramble or get dusted. oops. asked if everyone was okay after though. MADE BY ★MEULK
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