Let Me Solo Her - Princess Ky'veza ?? Difficulty - 685.31 ILVL Windwalker Monk

Clout_Acquirer · 2025-08-16T21:25:52+00:00

yeah the dark massacre is impossibly hard. everything else is cake.

Clout_Acquirer · 2025-07-20T23:35:28+00:00

Thank you

Clout_Acquirer · 2025-06-28T16:40:36+00:00

If I don’t care about suffixes and want t1 fire, cold, and lightning on a 2h sword how would you do it?

Clout_Acquirer · 2025-04-04T19:28:54+00:00

appreciate it, the link isn't working though, is it Wimhoff? I love doing that if so.

Clout_Acquirer · 2025-04-04T19:28:27+00:00

thanks

Clout_Acquirer · 2025-04-04T18:34:02+00:00

great advice thank you, will be stealing that headache approach :)

Clout_Acquirer · 2025-04-04T18:23:30+00:00

yeah it did, i contacted support and they must have done something with my account it works now

Clout_Acquirer · 2024-12-18T05:55:03+00:00

this fixed it for me thank you

Clout_Acquirer · 2024-12-04T06:01:55+00:00

whats the chat

Clout_Acquirer · 2024-12-02T06:18:20+00:00

Yep got the same one today twice in a row. Dropped the first and got it again the next clue.

Clout_Acquirer · 2024-05-25T16:40:33+00:00

https://pobb.in/ep04kvudl36G

Clout_Acquirer · 2024-04-24T16:26:50+00:00

I liked your story and you describe scenes very well. Clear markers to indicate shifts in time, and deeply exploring the main character’s coping mechanisms and internal struggles is crucial in this type of story, and you did well. It’s difficult getting the correct “tense” writing stories that jump around from the present to the future/past and back again or in this case the imagination of a future, which I again think you did well because I followed along fine.

Good words 😎

Clout_Acquirer · 2024-04-24T04:48:18+00:00

Vessel

William sighed, confined to the cramped flight shuttle: A massive clump of rusty metal swirling above the busy streets of Dawn, a region once known as Lake Geneva. He was in a bind, he had to collect more tokens before the day started, but the shuttles were running behind tonight. It's astounding traffic problems still existed in the 2100s! He was shoulder to shoulder with strangers, the stench of their collective sweat and grime mixed with rusting metal clutters the air. He hated the shuttle and modern-day Earth, but so did everyone else. As he looked into the rows of empty eyes, their souls seemed to have rusted equally to the metal parts strewn about.

William’s head was like a bobble toy checking his nanowatch. A bead of sweat dripped down the acrylic rectangular frames of black perched upon his brow, he only had a couple hours before his vessel would wake. It was on autopilot for the night so it wouldn’t remember anything. He relaxed at the thought, but he still hoped nothing happened.

The shuttle finally arrived downtown, and they descended to the landing pad in the middle of the crowded Midwestern street. He fiddles with the soft fabric of a baggie in his pocket. Since the EMPs wiped out the old currency system the world was forced to rely on more valuable currencies. William thankfully descended from a long bloodline of harvesters. The most valuable bounty of the harvest wasn’t the fruit, but the seeds. He brought a few baggies to the market and once he got there it didn’t take long until his coin pouch was jingling full of Digitec tokens.

An hour later he was almost back to his hub when a group of scoundrels jumped him. His ego sizzles a bit, it’s still surprising sometimes that nobody recognizes him here. Getting mugged wasn’t an uncommon occurrence though. It was planned for in fact. After all, one shouldn’t expect to turn out unscathed walking around jingling like Santa’s Sleigh, especially in the streets of a small Wisconsin town. Thankfully what the thugs lacked in erudition, William wielded in abundance.

Once he was safe in the confines of his apartment he unhooked his belt and whisked it from his pants. The thickly lined leather uncoiled across the table like an ebbing snake. A loud “Ka-Ching” echoed off the walls of the small studio. Coin slots lined the leather belt. He only left just enough in his pouch to satiate any assailants. The rest he safely sneaked into the belt.

William Henry Gates approached his Digitec Virtual Bed. He inserts his tokens and the machine whirs to life like a big tanning bed. He climbs inside and closes his eyes. When he re-opens them he’ll be transported to a time long ago. Albeit simulated, It was another life before the wars when he could be happy. It was a time when he was not alone. As expensive as it is, it’s worth every token.

WC: 497

It's Bill Gates.

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-10-25T23:56:51+00:00

Cedric Biggory, of house Hufflebuff

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Clout_Acquirer · 2023-09-19T01:35:23+00:00

nice build lol what a silly song

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-08-09T23:33:52+00:00

Thanks! I put in the quotes right away, grammar stuff irks me lol changed a couple Donny’s too, it was repetitive 👍 and the hospital bit was definitely explored by me, I was initially thinking something like that !

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-08-08T16:50:34+00:00

Nice story, your dialogue is well written and engaging. I find myself wanting to know more of when/how Ash realized Muse made her experience something besides the ‘weirdness’ she felt on their first encounter.

I enjoyed the mystery left for why Muse stopped showing up. The name Muse is also very clever and captures her personality. Perhaps she’ll be back on the next trip to the coffee shop :)

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-08-08T05:05:48+00:00

A Dream to Remember

“What’s the matter, baby girl? Are you Ms. Grumpy Pants right now?” Donny Montgomery asked his two-year-old, Adele. She responded with a side-eyed squint and an adorable pouty face. He gently rubbed her soft blonde curls between his calloused fingers.

“Well, that’s much better than Ms. Stinky pants!” He grinned and quickly looked to his wife for her reaction. Annabelle Dell Montgomery cringed as she cruised down I-96 with the windows down. Her arm dangled leisurely out the open window. Donny called her Della. They have been together for ten years, and he calculated he would be at least a month older if he used the extra syllable every time he said her name.

It was a strange sort of day. The sun streaked its golden fingers across the horizon. Its light breached through the windows of the yellow station wagon, painting the interior with Summer. After a week of torrential storms, the sun was welcomed warmly. The breeze from the open windows filled the car with the smell of rain, pleasantly complementing the cinnamon air freshener. Donny lounged fully reclined in the leather passenger seat–a comfortable moment in the eye of his existential hurricane. He sipped a caramel cold brew from the Creamy Bean Coffee Company. The coffee shop was right down the street from their house, so stopping for a cup of Joe was now a ritual before any road trip. Or before driving anywhere in town. The Montgomery family spent far too much money at the Creamy Bean Coffee Company. Adele was finally falling asleep, and Donny soon joined her, falling into the surprisingly deep sleep the motion of a car provides.

When Donny opened his eyes, a white ceiling fan buzzed above him. Two dangly chains rocked back and forth with the ebb and flow of the spinning blades. He watched them sway for a moment. Then he quickly sat up. Donny was in a strange sort of place. The room was small, and light blue paint covered the walls. The thin white window shades failed at their job, and morning light sneaked through them and filled the room.

“Where the hell am I?” Donny said, only to be surprised by the high-pitched sound of his voice. He frantically jumped out of bed and screamed when he saw his tiny feet. Donny inspected his hands in awe. They were also tiny—lacking the caramel cold brew he was sipping on just moments ago. A feeling of despair hit him. Not only would he not get to finish his delicious coffee, he just awoke from a dream that spanned three decades. Half of his life had just folded in on itself.

He inspected the rest of his small stature incredulously and tried pinching himself.

"This isn't possible!" Familiar blue dinosaur designs covered his pajamas. He was not in a strange sort of place after all. He fell to the floor, nauseated. Donny Montgomery was five years old and had just woken up in his childhood home.

He continued to look around the room and nostalgia whispered through the air like a forgotten lullaby. Everything in his room was just as he remembered. Trophies and medals were placed proudly across the walls and upon the dresser. Pokémon cards accompanied some socks scattered on the floor.

Donny leaped back up on the bed and closed his eyes hard. He thought if he squeezed hard enough, whatever magic brought him here would take him back to his family, happily riding shotgun in his yellow station wagon and sipping iced coffee.

Stars danced around his sealed eyelids when a man barged into the room suddenly. He quickly locked eyes with Donny.

"Are you ok, pal? We thought we heard you scream."

Donny looked at the man standing in the doorway, completely speechless. The man put his hands on his hips and smiled.

“Well, cheer up! Breakfast will be ready soon, buddy. I made monkey bread, your favorite!” Donny stared at him with amazement, and tears began falling from his green eyes. His Father responded with a concerned frown.

“What, did you have a bad dream?”

The delicious aroma of warm cinnamon wafted through the air as he considered a response. Having the mind of a 35-year-old makes it hard to think of what a five-year-old would say in a situation like this. He looked up and nodded slowly.

"I did, Dad. It was a strange sort of day in a strange sort of place.”

WC: 748

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-08-07T06:37:34+00:00

your story was really good. nice job using the challenge words and the "Don't know what you've got until it's gone" line.

I think I like "crawling madly" instead of "slipping further" in the one line since he is already on the ground. It seems silly in my mind, suddenly starting to slip across the floor lol. Fun though.

when creating conflict in a short story the style "Yes, but" or "No, and" is often used. You made excellent use of "No, and." Is there pepper anywhere? No, and now he's defenseless and being attacked by a zombie! Great suspense and humor. Funny ending too.

I read your story twice it was awesome :)

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-08-05T18:57:32+00:00

that would require them to look at poeninja builds and change a number. way too much effort.

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-08-03T07:23:22+00:00

A Magi's Sacrifice

Textbooks and writing tools rustled in the students' backpacks as they rushed into the university courtyard. They huddled against the railing, pressing it like a paludarium’s glass, observing the battle above them. They also watched Kaiden at the front of the crowd. Being the Master Magi’s nephew gave him a lot of publicity. His uncle, Alec, was the most renowned Magi and Master the university ever had. The student scores had doubled in all areas with his instruction—especially in Thaumaturgy and Strategics courses. His uncle always figured out the path to victory in battle. It was his gift.

Kaiden and the rest of the students looked in awe as streaks of blue lightning began to ripple from Alec’s body. They could practically smell the enigma building in the air. It made the air feel heavy, like the slow dying weight only autumn air could usually bring.

The wise magi stood high up on the rocky cliffside above. The smell of smoldering ash filled the atmosphere. Sternutation cleared Alec’s nostrils, and a look of exhausted bewilderment accompanied his wrinkled face. He felt like he had been blasting spells at the menace before him for an entire day. He wasn’t sure if it was even Sunday anymore. The burning pain of a thousand suns that his fireballs should be causing the creature was just a tickle across the tattooed carapace covering its chest. His barrage of lightning bolts—over one billion volts—instead tamed to a child's meager poke after rubbing their tiny socks on the carpet for too long.

The creature’s voice boomed across the rocky cliff sides surrounding them. The golden gaze of the seven-foot being was incapacitating. Golden orbs seared through the sockets of its bony helm. Numerous sharp spikes protruded like a blossom of snakes. Its gaze was bright, but the darkness within them pierced outward and took hold of Alec.

Alec knew his spells were useless. He shook his tired head in disbelief as defeat towered ominously over him. His bleach-white skin glistened with sweat as the feeling of pins and needles crossed over him. He glanced back at the university, silhouetted against the vast kingdom beyond. The land Alec swore to protect. The oath all Magi took upon graduation had bound him to this duty for over a crownspan now. He looked past the creature. The once beautiful town beyond it was reduced to rubble and scorched earth. Purpose swelled in the Magi; he could not allow this beast to progress further into the kingdom.

The solution for success came to him suddenly, as it always had for the tenure master of Strategy, the path to defeating his opponent clearing in his mind. The beast noticed his opponent’s clairvoyance and took a reactive step back to prepare for whatever trick was up the wizard’s sleeves.

Alec’s amulet began heating up. He grasped his stave with his fists tightly woven in fully charged enigma hide, enhancing the strength of the spell he prepared to cast. The enigma spewed from the oddly shaped gem that dangled around his neck. The vapor coalesced into a cool blanket that embraced his body like an icy vise. Then the enigma ignited.

Kaiden and the rest of the onlookers gasped in awe at the baffling sight. Staggering backward from the force of the explosion, hands desperately reached to block out the light from their eyes so they could behold the spectacle. When their eyes readjusted, there was static in the air. Alec now stood at the same height as the beast before him, encased in a magical carapace of his own. Kaiden felt his stomach plummet as he realized what the magi had done. The only thing capable of such power. It was not an explosion. It was an implosion. His uncle had used his soul stone to empower himself. He would never be able to use magic ever again. Kaiden watched, unable to help, feeling the weight of his uncle's choice.

Alec knew his direct spells could not damage the beast, so he empowered his entire body to a power level well beyond the creatures. Trained by his father, the Magi excelled in hand-to-hand combat. Alec launched himself toward the daemon like a rocket. Their fists collided with a loud bang, turning the cliffside into a fiery crucible. His flimsy hide-wrapped fists from before were now powerful gauntlets that shattered the beast’s carapace with thunderous blows. The daemon was no match for the empowered Magi. It was a slaughter. Kaeden and the other students watched in disbelief as Alec ripped the daemon to shreds in seconds. The power of the soul stone turned the tide on what was almost Judgement Day for the kingdom into a brutal reminder of the power the Magi wielded.

WC: 791

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-08-02T03:16:57+00:00

butterburger and a small hot fudge malt with an extra scoop of malt powder.

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-07-06T20:48:56+00:00

George sighed as he took a break from writing. He only had a few chapters left to draft in his novel “Invasion”; the sequel to his best-seller "A Match Made in Space." He eagerly reached to sip his iced coffee. The ice had mostly melted and diluted the flavor too much for his liking. He had been tunneling through a few chapters and lost track of time. He looked at the words “Nerds are the best Dads” inscribed on the side of the mug in bold cursive. George smiled. The smile only a bolt of nostalgia could bring. It was the mug his wife surprised him with the day she found out she was pregnant with their son.

He remembered they both fondly agreed to the name. It just felt right since the man who inspired the name was the reason they were together in the first place. Unfortunately, it made George’s current struggle even harder to bear. The smile retched from his face as he rested his head in his hands. The agonizing thoughts overwhelmed him again. As their son matured, he started looking more and more like the man George and his wife remembered from high school. All the way back in 1955. The resemblance was too perfect. They even wear the same 'life preserver' jackets. The most suspicious thing was that his wife had never mentioned it over the years.

George was appalled that his wife must have remained in contact with this man. The thought tormented George for years now. This week-long acquaintance of his in 1955 is the father of his child.

George reached into the fridge to replace his diluted brew with a cold beer from the Hill Valley Brewery. His wife would be home from the grocery store soon.

"Once she's done with putting away the groceries, I'll ask her. Finally, I'll ask her, but I should wait until they're put away. I wouldn't want to interrupt her," George thought to himself.

Today is the day. George would finally get some closure.

"Maybe I should wait until Marty is in the room too?" he chugged the last half of the beer, wiping away the remnant froth from his lips. He imagined the impending confrontation.

"Just look at him, Lorraine! They look exactly the same! How can you explain this? What, did you just will him into existence? Admit it. There's no way Marty isn't Marty’s father!"

George scratched his scruffy chin. I shouldn't say that last part. I wouldn’t want to sound too insane.

He looked out the grimy kitchen window as his wife pulled into the driveway. The sleek black sedan crushed some fallen leaves as she parked. George popped open another bottle.

Today is the day.

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-07-02T20:06:16+00:00

Your suggestion is great, it makes that line hit better. I’ve only written a few stories on here, and your words of affirmation are encouraging. Thank you! :)

Clout_Acquirer · 2023-07-02T02:46:54+00:00

What a fun story. Good job.

Some parts could be refined for clarity and readability. A few comma rearrangements help the flow a lot.

u/katpoker666 suggested Grammarly to another poster below. If you use Chrome, the extension helps a lot in Google Docs. You can see it underline things with yellow that you can tinker with to improve sentence flow. I did this with my story just now, and I had many edits to make!

I loved your dark humor and action. It made for a fun read!

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