
⚔️⚔️ LY'COR, of the ABYSSAL ROAR ⚔️⚔️
@sakuHiganbana
| This time is showtime, or no time at all. |
| Update on my Sburb progress. | | For context, I embarked on a single-player "dead session" some tides ago, avoiding the traditional black hole starting conditions by simultaneously launching the game from two devices in two disconnected halves of my domicile, performing entry from both sides using remote presence magic. I have been grinding my echeladder in preparation since then. | | The game didn't gen me a quest bed. | | As most informed users will know, this isn't an actual problem. The center of my moon contains a "sacrificial slab" that can be used as a substitute. However. This means that I will have to become my dreamself, travel to my land, physically fly my mainself to my moon, and kill it on the slab. It also means that I will have to stay asleep for that entire span of time. This isn't a HARD task, but it is TEDIOUS. Accordingly I now have plenty of spare time with which to use this site. |
| Wasn't aware that it would literally appear as if I had been absent for three weeks from this website's perspective. Hopefully I didn't miss anything important in the one minute and eight seconds it took for me to enter the Medium. | | Preliminary observations suggest that I succeeded in initializing a single-player session using the multiplayer mode's planetgen procedure. My land seems normal but I have visually confirmed a dim Skaia. At least, this land is normal, I haven't reached the other one yet so I wouldn't be able to identify anomalies in it. |
| I have to do everything myself around here. | | That's fine. If I wasn't willing to do everything myself, I wouldn't have signed up for this type of challenge run. Everything is under control. |
| @tinnitusChakra I will give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you simply did not receive the "new DM" notification. This site appears to be tricky like that. | | With that said, | | OPEN YOUR DMS. TIME-SENSITIVE. |
| @cloisteredConnoisewer#3938 Control your fucking CHA.OS server. |
| Hm, so this is an SNS site where players of The Game gather? Interesting. I expect it'll be significantly more useful than The Game's official CHA.OS. |
Your are known as LY'COR, OF THE ABYSSAL ROAR. Your mantle is, if anyone asks, NOT PINK but MAGENTA. The distinction is important to you because, combined with the accent colors on your ARMOR, it creates a perfect CMYK motif. Your eyes are a little bit weird, and if you were slightly more chuuni than you already are, you'd consider referring to it as VISION OMEGAFOLD, after the first limit ordinal. But since you don't actually know what your fancy eye actually does, you never thought to name it. You are also gifted with BIOLOGICAL CAMOUFLAGE, which you have sworn a vow to NEVER USE on account of it being REALLY EMBARRASSING when you'd rather just do SICK STUNTS with your trustworthy BLADEKIND specibus. You fucking love swords. Swords are all you need in life. As a STUDENT OF THE BLADE, you never really bothered to learn OFFENSIVE MAGIC. You don't really see the point when you could just STAB and/or SLASH. Instead, you focus on UTILITY spells, such as remote presence or telekinesis, which you then immediately put to work in COMBAT APPLICATIONS, greatly increasing the NUMBER OF SWORDS YOU CAN WIELD AT ONCE. Your RESPIRATOR is the fancy type that can filter both air and water, and was originally used to handle the polluted waters of your fryhood. Since you've settled elsewhere, it has become essentially a REALLY SICK COSMETIC. Also cosmetic is your EYEPATCH, with which you use a SOMEWHAT COMPLICATED MAGIC to view a remote feed of your home desktop as a HUD. Like most nymphs of your generation, you have lived with the knowledge of THE GREAT LOSS since your hatching. The idea MOTIVATES you like nothing else; facing the end of all things with blade in hand, acting as firsthand witness to the age of creation that lies beyond, has been a lifelong dream of yours. Naturally, when the mechanism of the Loss was revealed to be SOME VIDEO GAME, you immediately hopped on that shit. At the time of this post, you have scheduled yourself for entry into a HIGHLY DANGEROUS, YET HIGHLY SWEET single-player DEAD SESSION in one hundred and eight hours.


