Jukebox wasn’t too shocked with Corpse Collector’s response. She did have a reputation of being a crazy killer after all. Still the fact that this Dovev guy took the effort to pull him out of the way did. Listening to the mad ramblings even as bullets slammed into his cover, Jukebox vented some anger.
“Come on now! That’s super uncalled for Corpsey my friend! I didn’t shoot at you! I didn’t even come to kill you! Is this how you make first impressions? Is crashing a car to some great music really that bad?” hoping to distract enough that she wouldn’t really care, Jukebox decided he probably see what he got for himself at level 5.
As he picked the abilities, Jukebox read his new unique skill...
Joke Weapons. First glance made it look like just that, a joke, but it did come with a message "In recognition of your use of our Joke Weapons, this skill is gifted to you, have fun~!" looking at the skill closer, Jukebox realised the magnitude of the skill “To all Joke Weapons adds a powerful ‘Once a Day’ ability with a key activation phrase”
Wh-what? Doesn’t that mean my ability is determined by my equipment?! What the hell?! checking his equipped weapon, Jukebox was shocked.
James Bond's Walther PPK:
Once a Day Ability
Activated by saying: "My name is <real surname>, <real first name> <real surname>"
Effect: The next 40 seconds have a times(number of enemies) critical attack and
(number of enemies)/2 critical chance
Isn’t this insane?! How many enemies are there right now?! looking about, Jukebox feared that this ability would somehow be caught out and even as he gulped down the digital saliva, his hands shook slightly. Taking a deep breath, Jukebox was about to round the corner and take a shot when the ground gave out beneath him
“Holy shit!” plummeting to the floor below, Jukebox his the ground and saw a group of standard level 5 dissolutions, deciding to roll the dice, Jukebox scrambled to his feet and shouted out...
“My name is Coleman, Alex Coleman” and just like that the area around him pulsed momentarily and all characters that were not classified as ‘friendly’ briefly flashed red to Jukebox’s eyes while a computerized voice spoke in his ear “5 enemies detected in range. Critical Damage is now x5. Critical Hit Chance in now x2.5” as a familiar theme rang out
Taking shots as he ran backwards three of the five went down thanks to the 5 times critical damage a small timer in the top left was counting down to the time out for the ability. Biting his lip, Jukebox reloaded and ran back at the remaining two, unloading a into one before aiming at the other before the tell tale click of an empty gun echoed as he was hit and flung into a wall. Frantically reloading, Jukebox finally raised the Walther PPK and fired at the oncoming mass before as the satisfying critical hits turned it to a pile of EXP. Slumping to the floor, Jukebox looked up at the hole and hoped Corpse Collector wasn’t too dead. He still wanted to know if the coma glitch thing was real or a ghost story...
