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STATUS: Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting? 5 yrs ago
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5 yrs ago
Current Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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6 yrs ago
Pizza is a main course, but is also a pie. Therefore, I can eat pizza as my meal and have another pizza as my dessert.
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6 yrs ago
When I need a left sock, there is none. When I don't need one, there is a surplus. I think the world is toying with me.
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6 yrs ago
Sunny days are meant to be spent in a dark room surfing the net and watching series in netflix.
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6 yrs ago
Eating a stick of butter is not as fun as it sounds to be.
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Bio

I am Searat
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.

My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)

As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.

Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.

Most Recent Posts

In Dawn Beyond Tomorrow: A Magitech distant postapocalyptic action-adventure RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Dawn Beyond Tomorrow: A magitech distant postapocalyptic action-adventure Interest Check → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interesting.

Will be keeping an eye on this.
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
well so long and thanks for all the fish... I'll be here when we start up again, Ardur and Steve will rise again.


Same here.
So until our paths cross once again, it has been a pleasure and an honor to play with you all.
I hope for the best for all of you.

Edward Marsh, signing out.
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In Cacophony Concord → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

HP: 416/416 | MP: 432/432 | SP: 806/806



Raime fell flat on his ass after firing his nuclei. Leveling up had managed to repair his body but regardless of the healing he received, he felt absolutely drained. He felt as if he had run the entirety of the ironman triathlon twice in one go. Amulak's brief but enthusiastic clapping caught his attention and, with a tired but happy smile, returned the gesture...but realized that his right arm did not regenerate like the rest of his wounds. Finally noticing the [Dismembered - Right Arm] System notification. He activated the notification to see more information and he realized that he was going to be missing his arm for the foreseeable future. That's going to be inconvenient. But he returned the thumbs up nonetheless with his left arm. The scout tried to stand and help pull the pinned caster out from under the rubble and remains of the phantasmal bull but, as soon as he tried to stand, his legs gave in under him and caused him to fall forward. Raime only offered an apologetic look to the still pinned caster.

Ames asked about his wellbeing and his whole stump for a right arm situation. "Other than the missing arm and exhaustion? I'm feeling Peachy." He laughed it off to assure Ames, but his second attempt at standing up didn't. "Damn..." He wouldn't be much of help in this current state. Thankfully, Mags asserted her STR monkey powers and casually flung heavy debris and obstructions away as if they were nothing worth noting. "Agreed. We nearly bit off more than we could chew here, damn near miracle we survived. We better farm for equipment and Rishi just to be doubly sure we're prepared when we come back. Get our secondary classes when we cap our current ones along the way." He looks to Mags. "My condolences for your loss. He was a good shovel."







In Cacophony Concord → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

HP: 33/416 | MP: 332/432 | SP: 280/806



Death waited for the slightest lapse in concentration. In one singular move, the scout’s mortality was made clear. Even before he could react, the monster had slammed his body down into the phantasmal bull’s remains, skewering him.

Raime wanted to scream.

But the rib that completely obliterated his right lung refused him the action. All he could muster from all his effort was a pathetic gurgle as he choked on the blood filling his other lung that quickly interfered with his breathing. Mouth frozen in a soundless scream; tears ran down his face from the sheer amount of pain he was constantly in. He wasn’t even allowed to scream at the pain he was in. That was rather unfair.

He really wished that he could pass out but, alas, the game’s system refused him the pleasure of being unconscious.

Raime’s left hand darted to the massive rib. His hand groping the blood-stained bone, as if he would have found some hidden critical weakness he could exploit to help his escape. It didn’t take him long to realize something. He couldn’t move his right arm. A quick glance over revealed that a few of the fingers on his right hand simply twitched in response to the neurons firing. He should have known, the log-sized rib that proudly jutted out of his chest had already destroyed the bone joints and severed the major muscle groups that dictated its movement.

The shadow above him moved and his eyes shifted away from his now useless arm. If the situation wasn’t already looking grim for him, he saw the zomboni looming over his broken body; fists raised savagely above its head. No doubt, intending to pulverize the incapacitated scout into a chunky red paste among the stinking remains of the phantasmal bull corpse. Perched upon the very precipice of death, he was given the true test of his will. Would he hold fast or would this be his second death to mar his CaCo record?

No fuckin’ way he was dying like a bitch a second time.

Biting on his sleeve to prevent accidentally breaking his teeth or biting his tongue off, Raime drew his warg tooth blade and cut through the remaining strings of tendon, sinew, and muscle as he jerked his body away from the rib in one swift motion. Amputating his right arm and worsening the already immeasurable pain he was in...but also letting himself escape from the jaws of certain death. Mere men couldn’t stomach the thought, let alone act upon it. But Morenos were not mere men.

Upon shaking and unsteady feet, he stood as tall as his body allowed him to; his blood slowly pooling beneath his feet from the gaping wound on his chest. The sleeve he had bitten into lolled out of his mouth, coated with saliva and blood. With a dagger in hand and eyes filled with unyielding resolve to live, Raime smiled defiantly at death.

But it soon dawned upon him that the undead creature would still try to kill the pinned caster now that he was no longer available for execution. He didn’t expect the vials to backfire so badly, then again he did think that Amulak had passed out and warranted immediate action. Regardless, he felt responsible for the predicament Amulak was in. Leveling his blade once more, he prepared to fight against insurmountable odds.

He was exhilarated from the immersion. Not once in real life had he reached the limit of his will. But not only has CaCo allowed him to see how far his determination sent him, it even allowed him to break past his limit. Truly CaCo was a once-in-a-lifetime game.

And as he stood, knees buckling under the weight of his body, dagger grasped with a hand that became paler and paler by the moment, Raime’s blood began to glow. A dim light to begin with, but brighter and brighter with ever-increasing intensity. Becoming motes of light, the blood and flesh that he had cast aside turned to light and rose to the sky, piercing through the clouds to reveal the azure that the ever-present fog sought so desperately to hide.

A spotlight, just for him. A recognition of what he truly was, what he had been. A supporter? Nay. A healer? Nay! The blood that his heart pumped through his body could never be satisfied by protecting others. The blood that he shed without regret or remorse could never be satisfied by healing others! Seeking the world beyond the boundary of his own perceptions and limitations, beyond the town that he was destined to live out his days, he would surpass everything, no matter what he had to endure.

And with a gush of flame, a hiss of steam, black plates interlocked over his left arm, the hardened magma of his blazing heart!



Fate had given him a miracle. No point in wasting it.

Dropping his dagger, Raime aimed his nuclei at his undead foe as it began to glow and radiate a brilliant white light. "God-Searing Light!" The scout roared out in defiance. Pushing through the stabbing pain his partially filled lung experienced as he sacrificed 100 HP 100 MP and 100 SP in equal amounts to activate his nuclei's skill. Allowing the gravely injured man to fire a beam of pure light five kilometers long at point-blank range.

For a moment. Only a moment.

The radiant pillar of hope parted the thick gloomy clouds above. Burning away all the despair and darkness of the grove had...and for once the sun's rays and azure, cloudless, skies graced this accursed land.







In Cacophony Concord → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

HP: 320/320 | MP: 336/336 | SP: 380/682



The attacks were effective? The attacks were effective!

Despite the majority of the flaming arrows only hitting the zomboni's arm, one struck true and the black ooze that the worms produced and animated the corpse came streaming out like a faucet had turned on inside of it. Raime was about to let out a hurrah out of the sense of achievement, but then the bull finally hit the ground. He would never admit it, but he felt more awe struck than fear as he witnessed the sheer destruction wrought on the battlefield in slow motion. The feeling was akin to the one he felt watching the remastered Gundam Origin's Operation British for the first time in FullDive Gear in his teenage years. Still sends tingles down his spine just by remembering it.

In the aftermath of it, majority of his teammates were at death's door. Klein was practically wedged half-way in if he were to judge. Plans changed in a split second. Instead of preparing more of his makeshift fire arrows, his highest priority was keeping his party mates alive...but he really couldn't leave Ames high and dry. Nocking four more arrows, the scout took parting shots against the zomboni that stuck its stump at him. The attack more to give a distraction for Ames to use than an actual attempt to kill the severely wounded undead monster.

Once he finished providing a distraction, he shoulders his short bow and reaches deep into his pouch to retrieve 12 vials of the burst healing vials. Four in each finger gap in his hands and four more held in his mouth. With his superior speed, drastically slowed perception of time, and active/passive skills to help avoid dangers paired with his dexterity buffed by his bow? Getting to his wounded party mates and administering the goods to Klein, Mags, and Amulak in that order would be a breeze...wouldn't it?







In Goblins of the Wilds → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
No concerns from my end.
Just waiting for the story to progress.
In Cacophony Concord → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

HP: 320/320 | MP: 336/336 | SP: 390/682



The frustration he felt was immense. Not only was his tactic proven to be ineffective another time, but all four of his charged shots also didn't even hit their intended target. The one-armed oni intercepted the shots and allowed the glowing oni to finish its charging, causing it to leap dozens of meters into the air and drop the phantasmal bull corpse in a way that reminded him of a vampire from a show about a bizarre adventure. Doubt surfaced in his mind. Causing him to question his decision to balance out his stats instead of min-maxing like the others.

Well, no point crying over missed opportunities.

The best thing to do now is to mitigate the negatives of the situation and make the best of what they have. Ames had called his attention and noted their aversion to fire and proposing that if she helps him overcome his disadvantages, he'd cover her. As if he wouldn't provide covering fire without the buff. With inhuman speed, Raime ripped the fabric of a sleeve of his jinbei. Tearing it into strips and tying them to the base of the arrowhead of four arrows. He was unsure how magic fire worked as it ignited Ames' sword without it having anything to catch fire but just in case that was exclusively for her, the fabric tied would burn rather nicely.

As soon as his arrows caught fire, he would follow through with his part of the bargain with Ames. Shooting the flaming arrows against the oni she was facing to contribute to the damage.

He could only hope that this method of attack would turn the tide in their favor.







In Cacophony Concord → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

HP: 320/320 | MP: 336/336 | SP: 672/682



Still not enough.

Raime grit his teeth hard as he rationalized that these undead onis were more of the necromorph variety than the classic reanimated corpse. Made more apparent now that there was a severed arm trying to crush their caster's skull. Their tanks and front line combatants were taking an ass-whopping, with Klein taking the hardest one judging from how far he went. To make matters even worse, the one hefting the bull began to glow ominously. With everybody else dealing with their own respective problems, it seemed that Raime was the only one free enough to deal with the glowing one. In the brief moment he had to move to a better shooting position, he already formulated a new tactic.

He first primed [Dive N Strike] and dodge rolled sidelong before taking a shot at the glowing one's head. Hoping that the skill activated and the Dewsilk Bow Dex buff stacked, he repeated the process as many times as the game allowed him to do so. In a desperate attempt to disturb whatever channeling the undead oni was trying to do with the Phantasmal Bull corpse.







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