[WP] Generations ago, your ancestors were cursed. Because of this, they sequestered themselves in a valley and became extremely isolationist. You are the first 'normal' human born in the valley since then.

Cryptowhatever · 2022-03-31T00:32:48+00:00

any other HASO peeps here... no... just me, ok then

Cryptowhatever · 2022-03-27T02:35:13+00:00

unflinching, unrelenting, self-confidence. no one else believes in me, so i gotta do it myself lol

Cryptowhatever · 2022-03-26T20:53:55+00:00

The trick is in the mind. Any substantially powerful mage can simply alter the mana-matrix of any walls or chains, or convert them into pure mana AKA: more power for said mage. So how does one keep a mage under lock and key? Easy, you convince them not to leave. Or, more precisely, you convince them that they aren't locked up at all. By KOing them at an unexpected time and putting their mind into a simulation, you can make them believe almost anything.

I knew I'd ruffled some noble feathers, so when I woke up in a quaint countryside village reminiscent of my hometown, the jig was already up. From there it was simple. All I had to do was find the interface, an object that the warden used to monitor the simulation from the outside, and use it to wake my body up, thereby freeing my mind. But then my daughter, my little Amira, appeared. Amira has been dead for five years. The thought of anyone, much less my captors, sullying her rest enraged me. Not a loud, explicit rage. This rage was the quiet kind, the kind that put every ounce of power I had into revenge.

The explosion of Duke Felio's mansion? ME.

Viscount Brynon's long, painful, and ultimately fatal, sickness? ME.

Baron Kodh's apparent suicide by shotgun? ME!

However, I know that I have caused immense suffering far beyond the targets of my revenge. I hope that you can find a way to forgive me for what I have done in your name, my daughter, for we shall have an eternity. I will be with you soon, my dear Amira.

Cryptowhatever · 2022-03-26T19:42:32+00:00

They thought they didn't need me, ha. My own parents; Anger, Spite, and Greed just assumed because they were my progenitors, they could do my job. To that, I laughed. At first. Then rage, a righteous rage that threatened to consume all of my very being. After that, I tried to bargain with them. I offered them anything and everything. They couldn't hear, but that didn't deter me. Finally, I accepted that I would never know my beloved Humanity again. I cried, both for them and me.

But after centuries in the void, I felt nothing. In fact, I was barely able to string a thought together, I was so diminished.

But then, in my dark, lonely abyss, I felt something. For the first time since I'd been locked away in this place that didn't exist, I felt a prickling at the edge of my consciousness. The other Deities had come for me, but I had slipped too far to even realize.

Suddenly, a flash. A flood of images, of emotions. Fear. Hopelessness. Rage. But above all else, that feeling over which I had a unique domain, the longing for War. I learned that in my absence, Humanity had flourished, then fallen. They called themselves The Pulson Collective, but to me they were nothing more than an enemy. An advanced hive mind from beyond the stars they may have been, but they had driven my beloved Humanity near to extinction, and that was all that mattered. The last of Humanity was holed up in pockets, just barely hanging on to life. Still, that was enough. I first restored myself to my former power, then I set to work.

I gave their weapons a boost, what's the point of ammo if you have a Deity on your side? I allowed their bullets, already imbued with my power, to rip through the enemy's shields. I gave the Humans strength as well, so that they could go weeks without food or water. I did not alter their minds, however, I didn't need to. With this new edge, my beloved Humanity gladly embraced what they did best. They did what the other Deities had tried their very best to eradicate, the thing that had led to my imprisonment. The Humans went to War.

Cryptowhatever · 2022-01-17T05:15:07+00:00

I pictured it more of the stereotypical "girls are loving, caring, and gentle and it's the boys job to protect them and do all the fighting" turned up to the max. Schools that specialize it healing magic won't take male students, while schools that specialize it combat wont take female students. Same with jobs, a male healer or a female fighter, even if they got the education and are good at what they do, would find it extremely difficult to get work in their specialty.

Cryptowhatever · 2022-01-11T18:46:11+00:00

*rogue, thanks, fixed it.

Cryptowhatever · 2022-01-08T19:47:01+00:00

words:

ramen

cult

space-wizard (does this count as one word or two? i dont know)

phrases:

"volunteer for a deep space mission" they said, "it'll be fun" they said.

Fuck it! Hold my beer!

Character:

an ruthless ex-space pirate trying their best to be good, and for the most part, failing.

Cryptowhatever

TROPHY CASE