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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.

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Cavalry Arrives


His shadow creatures spearheading the assault had been quite effective, giving his allies opportunities to breach the bakery. And by the look of the centipede dragon thing carrying the civilians out and into relative safety, the situation was under control. Even the muffin foot soldiers were getting more controlled. "G...good." Enzo says as he stumbles slightly and uses a mail box to keep on his feet. "Agent Lorenzo, your vitals have dropped significantly. Did you not heed our warnings? Even the device has its limits." "Yeah...sorry, Minerva. Must have been too focused to listen..." Enzo tried to laugh it off but the AI didn't laugh with him. "This is no laughing matter, agent. You'll kill yourself if you push too hard." "If I didn't? A lot of innocent people would be in big trouble." Lorenzo finally regains his balance and stands as tall and proud as he could. "Ain't very heroic if you're more concerned about yourself than others, yeah? Plus things are getting under control." The masked agent says pointing to the peaceful bakery, tempting fate.

Then the entire damned bakery burst open to reveal a walking fortress made of cake manned by their own frosting creatures. Yuri was first to get overwhelmed by the sheer amount of candy based projectiles, then Luna got injured by the xeno's candy whip but kept her assault. But whatever damage dealt against the fortress, the muffin men came to repair the damage with their own biomass. Despite the diminishing number of muffin men, their numbers were still formidable and their soufflé bombs still dangerous. To top the situation further, the absorbed muffin men only added to the size of the already colossal cake-fortress. Things seemed impossible, that is until he heard Minerva speak. "Danger parameters have shifted. Deploying reinforcements in 3...2...1...deployed." Lorenzo smiled at her words as the fabric of reality began to warp and shift in a clear and open space on the street. "Minerva?" "Yes, agent Lorenzo?" "You're the best." "I know." In a blink of an eye, the once empty space revealed a familiar five meter tall mechanical behemoth.

"Grizzly-01 has arrived on scene. Greetings, the cavalry has arrived." The mech says to the heroes present with its signature droning mechanical voice before raising an arm and carbonizing a portion of the cake-fortress with one of his arm mounted twin linked direct energy blasters.
I didn't really mind.
As long as people have fun at the end of the day, I have no issues.
Isn't it the alien's turn?

HP: 661/661 | MP: 567/567 | SP: 473/630




Even as the world around him slowed to the turtle's pace, Raime's eyes widened in realization when he observed the mud man. Despite being at a speed that would put sports cars to shame, the mud man was still significantly faster than he was. He was at least able to land all six strikes against their adversary...with little result other than six shallow cuts appearing through the pitch black mud and an excited holler. Each cut had the equivalent driving force of six full grown adults behind it! He had to switch up his tactics knowing that the sword wouldn't be doing anything beyond glorified lacerations. Immediately sheathing his sword and willing his nuclei into an active state, Raime was ready to unleash the wrath of God on this mud covered demon...but the force of the mud man slamming their caster into the cave wall three times in rapid succession caused the dust to hinder the scout. Losing visual contact meant that there was a rough 50/50 chance of him hitting only the man and him hitting both Amulak and the mud man; Raime wouldn't risk hitting Amulak with a thousand and two hundred points worth of undefendable true damage. He didn't have much of a choice other than to wait until the dust settled.

The mud man's sneering face was only met by the scout's arm cannon as he talked to him and the rest of the party. Raime could have ended the fight then and there but he had a feeling that if he were to fire, the mud man would notice his killing intent and use the caster as a human shield to mitigate the true damage. He had to lower the mud man's defense somehow. "Clearly. What the fuck even are you?" Then Mags shamed herself by slamming into a wall near Klein and Ames. A drop of sweat dripped from his brow as he thought of attacking then, but the mud man's were still locked with his. He wasn't letting his guard down for even a split second. Strangely enough, he asked what was with Mags. "I don't know either." Raime answered honestly.









I suppose you can do a headcount to see how many stuck around and salvage something from that.
@VitaVitaAR
Is the RP dead?

HP: 661/661 | MP: 567/567 | SP: 504/630




Raime quickly deactivates [Detect] to prevent observing what his mind wasn't designed to observe, lest he risk his mind breaking from attempting to even comprehend it. Shaking away the vestiges of the ringing in his head, he warns the others in the group of the risk of fighting in the area. "Fight near the sources of light as best you can, the dark is almost certain death even without the bottomless tar pools." But as Raime readied to fight, something caught him off guard. The apparent boss monster actually spoke.

"So we fightin’ fighting, hanh? Bring it on then, ya fuckers! Let’s fucking GOOOOO!"

"It can fucking talk!?" And as if to shock him another time, the figure closed the distance between itself and the rest of the group in a blink of an eye. Amulak had little time to react but managed to lift up a defensive barrier. He can only hope that the arcane barrier would be enough to save the caster's legs. Raime on the other hand will try to counter the attack against the mud covered humanoid. Engaging the enemy activates [First In, First Out] passive buff to his movement speed followed by activating [Zoned In] to give him a 20% boost to his Agility. The scout will then unleash a flurry of six slashes at the axe wielding monster as it tries to make a beeline at Amulak. To defend against any attacks made against him, Raime prepares [Dive N Strike] to give him a chance to avoid damage and give the following attack he does a boost.









Now Or Never


"Demonic what now?" Enzo said with slight confusion to what the Yuheng agent said. The psychic looks to the bowing Gou scratching the back of his head to emphasize the cluelessness of what a demonic cultivator was; only to quickly jump aside as the younger man suddenly thrust his sword at his direction. He was quite glad that he only managed to draw out his Hummingbird Self-Defense Pistol when he noticed that a muffin man drone with Gou's sword ran through it. He was about to thank Gou and apologize for pulling a gun on him when another muffin man drone came to attack. Gou didn't need to intervene this time, despite its small size, the Hummingbird had good reason why it is the preferred sidearm of any agent or security officer of the FDN. Made nearly completely out of a synthetic wonder material developed in the labs of the FDN, the Hummingbird SDP is an electromagnetic coilgun puts the stopping power of a high caliber rifle into the compact ultra light form of a pistol.

It was safe to say that there was little left of the muffin after Lorenzo dumped his entire magazine into it.

Two managed to sneak past his defensive line of minions? How? He had bound double the original amount of nightmares. Then he saw it. "What the..." Was the only words Lorenzo was able to say while looking at multiple giant soufflés the size of a van absorbing a number of his creatures and promptly exploding and knocking him back a couple meters. The enemy forces now had a means of countering the numbers of his own small army. It didn't help his mood now that he could hear the xeno life-form's smug laughter. "Change of plans. We need to deal with the alien before I pass out from the psychic strain." Lorenzo said before, without a moment's hesitation, bolstering the number of shadow creatures on field and spearheading the assault on the bakery.

He could feel warm liquid running down his face from his nostrils. He had burst a blood vessel. Not a good sign.
Feel free.
Still trying to figure out what to do now that the enemies have a means to counter the tide of shadow creatures.
Much to Lorenzo's chagrin of course.
Hahaha
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