I walked toward my bounty who has been eliminating the raid map creatures. I couldn't just face him head-on while he was collecting epic gear. The map has a huge problem with vantage points due to the cliffs surrounding the main dungeon field. This proved to be my greatest advantage to study his offensive tactics to prepare for any counter-attacks.
He slashed his opponents wildly with no sense of balance. This probably explains his preference for new players who can't defend those attacks. I decided to climb up to the cliffs, so I can just snipe him without a fight. So I hoped.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" A voice chimed in.
I lost my footing and my target due to her. This woman. Ancir the modern cleric, my estranged wife, who clearly doesn't have anything better to do, but ruining my chances for some income.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I annoyingly asked her.
"Uh, playing this game, duh" Her trademark sarcasm is usually her go-to technique for our conversations. This would annoy me most of the time, but I have a two hundred million gold bounty leaving the map and I need to stop him.
"Don't you have a boyfriend to nag?" I said to her while I scaled the cliff again.
"That's a bit mean. Don't you think?," she winced a little waiting for another response, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let her leave scrape-free.
"Only one of us is capable of thinking," I bit her hook, "And it ain't you."
"You're hurtful!" She grieved.
"It only hurts if it's true, now if you'll excuse me," I waved to her, "I have a bounty to collect."
I never chose to push her away, but her decisions explained a lot of her feelings toward me.
That was hurtful.
I finally reached my perch for the kill, and with only enough room for me and my rifle I expected no distractions. My skills aren't really focused on my marksmanship, but my engineering abilities are close to the maximum. Luckily, I had some extra skill points lying around, so I swiped the empty space between my scope and me to open the player menu. I allocated some points to my gun fighting skill set. Soon, my eyesight grew sharper along with the scope which made Wyrm easy pickings. My crosshairs layered toward the skull of my intended two hundred million dollar target. If this game had sweat, my palms would be covered in it with either anxiousness or excitement. I pulled the lever to load my rifle and began to slowly squeeze my trigger. This moment would be the moment that all my problems will erase. I can even retire before I get a degree.
Bang!
"Did you find him?" Her voice shrilled toward my perch causing me to flinch as she jumped up to join me. I already pulled the trigger. The bullet left the barrel and quickly took its path toward Wyrm and my riches. The loud bang alerted him to his end as he turned toward the noise.
If only I can see his face.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
No time for physics!
The poster offered a bounty of two hundred million gold for the player killer, Wyrm, a really vicious Steam Knight with an intense passion to fight newbies. As for a level seventy-two Gun Mage, it'll be a walk in the park especially solo. The guild have been busy dealing with some new members, especially. Thankfully, I know a good map that can serve as an excellent vantage point. Fayte knows I need this job, with the sudden inflation on item prices it's going to be a pain to craft some new items. My market hasn't been exactly booming lately.
As if a sign from God, my messenger began beeping insanely.
Hey dumbass,
We're gonna raid Fortune Peak in about twenty minutes, don't bitch out this time! I hear that orange items have been raining over there.
Love,
SkaryMan
SkaryMan, one of my guild mates and personal pain in the ass. He's a level sixty Steam Knight, and his love of raiding can only be evened out by his love of memes. His Mohawk hairstyle and his purple glowing neo-Victorian suit isn't really hard to miss either. The raiding sessions have been coming in often, I guess because of the sudden influx of events. A lot of players have been raking in the mounts and epic armor. I haven't been able to get anything since I've been stuck on my essay deadlines. My time has been stretched thin, but now with this bounty job I can cash in the gold for an actual payday. Fallen Design has a gold conversation system, which allows players to actually get cash for turning in their gold. The real estate system is pretty awesome, but I haven't bought land or housing. I've been staying at a player-owned hotel to log out safely from the player killers.
I've entered the map name on my transporter to meet SkaryMan and the rest of the party. Usually I plan out a strategy to ration our items and squeeze out a heavy profit for everyone.
"Hey, BlackScar!" A voice greeted me as I arrived to Fortune Peak. I haven't even been in the map for a minute and the fifteen player party already have an onslaught of monsters chasing them. I really didn't want to spend my whole day dealing with this raid while I have a bounty out there in Fayte.
"Luna Abierto!" I yelled out as I began to summon my customized Mecha, Dark Arkham, a fully armed warlord with a cockpit, machine guns, and rocket launchers. Black painted with red highlights looking like death became a cyborg. I hopped into the Mecha and began my assault on the creatures. The whirring sound of the gatling guns made sure they understood that I meant business. All of my targets began getting terminated and dissolved into code. Items of all rarities began dropping along with gold.
As the last creature fell, a larger monster made its way toward us looking very bloodthirsty.
"So you chose not to wait I assume." I said as I exited Dark Arkham.
"Can we talk later?!" One of the party members, Phorword, frantically asked while he ran away from the raging beast. No one had their arms ready causing a lot of us to get caught off guard by its attacks. I quickly raised my pistols and began firing at the boss' face. The damage scale varied between normal and critical with each shot. Unfortunately, the creature's health bar struggled to decrease.
"What the hell are you guys waiting for?!" I asked while I jumped back to reload my weapons.
"I'm on it," SkaryMan alerted me as he lunged with his steam-powered epic blade, "Berserk Storm!" His sword strikes became heavy and quick as he laid assault to the monster's body, hoping to buy us some time to ready our next offense.
"Everyone rain some death on him!", Phorword yelled out.
One by one each party member did their skills and magic spells to leave as much damage as possible. Soon after what seemed like hours, the raid boss' health began to get in the yellow zone. As I began to start my bullet barrage I was interrupted by a sight of what I've been hoping to see all day, Wyrm. He was soloing the raid map for some items for his next player killing venture, and here I am about to be paid to stop him. Obviously, I couldn't leave my group in the dust with this behemoth bastard.
"Execute Vizer-X!" I demanded to my engineer assistant, Molotov, an adorable robot orb that follows me everywhere I go. Molotov's "eyes" began to glow and unleash a blue beam that showed a hologram design of a turret. After I selected a place to plant it, the hologram began to construct itself into a physical version of the blueprint.
"Take care of this for me, buddy" I smoothly said to the turret.
"Hey, where are you heading off to?" SkaryMan said with a look of desperation.
"I got a side quest to complete." I said without turning back to my party. Let's see what happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force.
As if a sign from God, my messenger began beeping insanely.
Hey dumbass,
We're gonna raid Fortune Peak in about twenty minutes, don't bitch out this time! I hear that orange items have been raining over there.
Love,
SkaryMan
SkaryMan, one of my guild mates and personal pain in the ass. He's a level sixty Steam Knight, and his love of raiding can only be evened out by his love of memes. His Mohawk hairstyle and his purple glowing neo-Victorian suit isn't really hard to miss either. The raiding sessions have been coming in often, I guess because of the sudden influx of events. A lot of players have been raking in the mounts and epic armor. I haven't been able to get anything since I've been stuck on my essay deadlines. My time has been stretched thin, but now with this bounty job I can cash in the gold for an actual payday. Fallen Design has a gold conversation system, which allows players to actually get cash for turning in their gold. The real estate system is pretty awesome, but I haven't bought land or housing. I've been staying at a player-owned hotel to log out safely from the player killers.
I've entered the map name on my transporter to meet SkaryMan and the rest of the party. Usually I plan out a strategy to ration our items and squeeze out a heavy profit for everyone.
"Hey, BlackScar!" A voice greeted me as I arrived to Fortune Peak. I haven't even been in the map for a minute and the fifteen player party already have an onslaught of monsters chasing them. I really didn't want to spend my whole day dealing with this raid while I have a bounty out there in Fayte.
"Luna Abierto!" I yelled out as I began to summon my customized Mecha, Dark Arkham, a fully armed warlord with a cockpit, machine guns, and rocket launchers. Black painted with red highlights looking like death became a cyborg. I hopped into the Mecha and began my assault on the creatures. The whirring sound of the gatling guns made sure they understood that I meant business. All of my targets began getting terminated and dissolved into code. Items of all rarities began dropping along with gold.
As the last creature fell, a larger monster made its way toward us looking very bloodthirsty.
"So you chose not to wait I assume." I said as I exited Dark Arkham.
"Can we talk later?!" One of the party members, Phorword, frantically asked while he ran away from the raging beast. No one had their arms ready causing a lot of us to get caught off guard by its attacks. I quickly raised my pistols and began firing at the boss' face. The damage scale varied between normal and critical with each shot. Unfortunately, the creature's health bar struggled to decrease.
"What the hell are you guys waiting for?!" I asked while I jumped back to reload my weapons.
"I'm on it," SkaryMan alerted me as he lunged with his steam-powered epic blade, "Berserk Storm!" His sword strikes became heavy and quick as he laid assault to the monster's body, hoping to buy us some time to ready our next offense.
"Everyone rain some death on him!", Phorword yelled out.
One by one each party member did their skills and magic spells to leave as much damage as possible. Soon after what seemed like hours, the raid boss' health began to get in the yellow zone. As I began to start my bullet barrage I was interrupted by a sight of what I've been hoping to see all day, Wyrm. He was soloing the raid map for some items for his next player killing venture, and here I am about to be paid to stop him. Obviously, I couldn't leave my group in the dust with this behemoth bastard.
"Execute Vizer-X!" I demanded to my engineer assistant, Molotov, an adorable robot orb that follows me everywhere I go. Molotov's "eyes" began to glow and unleash a blue beam that showed a hologram design of a turret. After I selected a place to plant it, the hologram began to construct itself into a physical version of the blueprint.
"Take care of this for me, buddy" I smoothly said to the turret.
"Hey, where are you heading off to?" SkaryMan said with a look of desperation.
"I got a side quest to complete." I said without turning back to my party. Let's see what happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force.
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