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⬣//SPREAD, CONTAMINATE, ERADICATE
You've had a chance to adapt to your new circumstances and make peace with what your life has become… hopefully. If you haven't, don't expect life to get any easier.
A few things have changed in recent days. Healing no longer works as effectively as it did in the past. If you're in the habit of behaving recklessly, don't expect one of Fragment's few healers to pick up the slack. Broken bones will now remain broken no matter how many healing spells are cast on your shattered limbs. Damage to organs can't be repaired with the wave of a wand.
What's more, HP and SP restoring items have gotten harder and harder to come by. Potions are no longer available for purchase at generic NPC shops and gatherable items needed for crafting have become fewer and fewer in number, limiting your item making options. If you've gotten into the bad habit of injuring yourself heedless of the consequences, it's time to rethink your lifestyle. Playtime is over.
Think of the three core memories that have formed and shaped the person you are today. Some will think back fondly on family and friends while others have been jaded by the ill treatment they've received from important figures in their lives. In any case, it's of little concern to you now. One of those three precious memories has vacated your mind, taking with it a vital piece of you that you can no longer get back.
You may choose one of the three key memories listed on your application to be taken away from your character. Choices are limited to the memories supplied in your application and additional memories submitted for the previous memshare event or not eligible for convenient plot-induced memory loss. Choose wisely, because you aren't getting it back.
And Sky Fish, and Disco Knives, and Evil Armors…
Has anyone noticed the monsters around town lately? Which town, you may ask? The answer is all of them.
Monsters have invaded Root Towns in large waves, attacking anything and everything in sight. Any lovingly crafted signs or other furnishings you've erected around town are easily torn to shreds and destroyed by the monsters who have come to roost in your once safe Root Towns. On the plus side, PvE and PvP has now been enabled in all Root Towns, which is excellent news for those who wish to combat the monster invasion and those who can't seem to help hurting themselves and others.
These monsters range in level from 50 to 75, and while many of them can be defeated with a bit of ingenuity and teamwork, some of them boast impenetrable shields that no regular attacks or spells can break through. They are also immune to status/potion/armor effects.
When in doubt, turn to your fellow players for support. There may be some among you who know how to deal with these impossibly strong monsters, but there's no guarantee that they'll want to help you.
A lilting, boyish voice sings to you in your sleep. His voice sounds familiar to you, tickling your heart like a call from an old friend, but this is no friend of yours.
"You had every chance to abandon this world and return to your own. What stopped you? Was it ego? Hubris? In any case, it's too late for regrets now.
They say the world is what you make of it. Doesn't the same hold true for reality?"
The voice will periodically visit you and your sleep, but the moral of his message never changes: you did this to yourself. You were trapped here because you chose to look the other way. If anyone is to blame for the current situation, it's you and you alone, but there is a̸̬̲͔̘͈͚̠̫̘̬̗̖̋͑̉̓̿͛̈́̋͐̃̾̈̕̕ͅń̵̩̱̠̫̖̬̲̻͉̝̈́̀̀̚͜͜o̴͍͎̣͔̤̝̲͍̺̿̒t̴̨͚͓͍̜̮̥͊͑̿̈́̉̂̐͜͠͝h̷̨̨̦͕͖̙̞͙̗̗͎̬͛̂̾̋̅͜͜͝ȩ̸͎̭̙̜̯͎̯̳̮̘̲͒ȑ̸̡̧̢͓̠̦͙͇͍͎̭͑̈́̓̿̓̅̑̅̌͑̈́̕͝͝ ̴̧̼͕̟̬̰̞̮̗͔͈̬̙͍̈́̀w̵̗̖̩̘͇͖̲̩̫̣̗̙̲̌͜a̷̛͎͋͑̃͛̆̈̋̑̋͠y̴̡̬͕͈̗̫̯̟̯͊͐̌̀̐͑͘͝͝.
Another h̶̦̘̤̘͐͑̿̂̏̎͋͝o̴̧͖͚̖̜͓͂̏́͒̑̈́͝͝p̶̡͙̏̉̿̎̀̑́̈̆͌̉e̷̡̡̦̣̯̘̺͍̟̰͍̤͛̀́̚͝͠. Will you heed that voice and call to it?
Re: ii...
[Oh. He's surrounded about twenty adorable faces staring up at him with hopeful eyes. He grins at them, visibly doting as he reaches out to pat one of them. They lick his fingers adorably]
They shouldn't be eating this stuff anyway. Maybe I can craft dog food for them...?
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Dosei shrugs. ]
I don't like dogs, so I dunno. [ He manages that if any of them had the brains to look offended, they would. ] Pretty sure they can eat fish if cats can, though.
[ Nevermind they're completely different animals. He doesn't think. ]
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[Fried fish though?]
Maybe as a once off treat.
[He sets the surf n turn for 20 serves down! and watches it get demolished in a matter of seconds. Huh]
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[ There's a pitiful mewling noise from his hood, and he shoves the paw that shoots out past his neck back. Back, creature.
Anyway. ]
<< If you get sick of it, why don't you just make something else.
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[Oh. Was that a voice change? Sinclair glances over from the dogs--and
Is that also a cat. Sinclair hesitates, but. He signs back. His executive manager is mute too after all. He had to learn to join the team]
<< Is that a cat? >>
[His signs are a little clumsy with disuse but]
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Dosei is, admittedly, caught a little off-guard by Sinclair's response, brain whirring to compute it for a second. It's been a while since someone's actually used it back. ]
<< Your signs are sloppy as hell. >>
[ it's not that bad he's just being rude.
But onto brighter topics, which are one of his only favorites. Said paw returns, only to be followed by a face, digging it's little nails into his shirt as he smirks. ]
<< It's Bastard the Second. >>
[ He says this like he's proud of it. ]
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<< I know. I'm rusty. I only ever spoke to my executive manager like this. >>
[He'll fix it!!! They get a bit sharper as he remembers though. Sinclair leans to the side to get a better look at the cat]
<< Why would you name your cat that? >>
[The movements are sharper. Indignant. Poor cat?? Cat seems happy though]
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Luckily, Dosei won't bully Sinclair's skills any longer. It's impressive enough somebody around here actually knows ASL. Ganba, Sinclair...
He can read the tone behind those movements, and there's a beat before Dosei smiles. It's not a really happy one, really. Considering it's on him, it probably looks more ominous. ]
<< You wanna find out? >> [ Do you? ] << Come here and I'll show you. >>
[ With that, he promptly yoinks the cat from his hood, surprised hissing noise his response as he holds it out in front of him. Still smiling. Still standing there.
Menacingly. ]
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<< Is he always like that? >>
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Dunno what you mean. He loves people. [ This is punctuated by another hiss. ] Don't you wanna find out?
[ Does this count as bullying... ]
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Isn't this just making your cat unhappy?
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Dosei shrugs. Back to the hand signs. ]
<< No. The fucker likes attention, but only when he decides who gives it to him, and when. >> [ As Deto has been unfortunate enough to find out. ] << Same as my real cat. That's why he's a bastard. >>
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[Well, he can't sign like this, so he'll cradle Bastard the Second in his arms, despite the little nails pricking at his arms. It deserves little scritches behind the ears]
Wait, I thought Hien programmed all the animals in this game.
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<< What. Isn't he a bastard? Wouldn't be surprising if all his animals were bastards, too. >>
[ A momentary pause, then a shrug. ]
<< Besides, it's pretty tame. If it were even more like my cat, it would have just tried to bite your fingers off instead. >>
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He seems to have a soft spot for animals...
[Scritch scritch scritch]
...I didn't realise there were cats that could get that angry.
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[ Sometimes, you're salty.
Dosei plops himself next to Sinclair on the bench, leaning his head all the way back to look up at the sky. Luckily, he doesn't need to see to sign.
<< I got mine from a shelter. Hated kids. Didn't like being touched out of nowhere. He still bites me sometimes because he's an asshole. >>
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He glances over. Ah. He thinks he understands now]
Maybe he just doesn't understand how to play nice yet. [like someone here] Do you miss him?
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<< He gets along OK with my other one. It's other people he hates. >>
[ Spoiled attack housecat...there's a pause as he tilts his head up a bit further.]
<< I guess. >> [ His features crunch. ] << More like I don't know what's gonna happen to him now. He hates my siblings and my dad. My dad hates him. >>
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[Not like a dog...]
Would your siblings feed him at least?
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[ It's true he's pretty self sufficient...he just likes demanding attention. There's a long stretch of silence as Dosei seems to contemplate for a moment before answering proper. ]
<< My sister's not even in the country now. Or maybe she came back because of all this shit, who knows. Ezra wouldn't. They'd probably forget. >>
[ His frown deepens. ]
<< Niko would. I guess. >>
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[Kittyyyyy]
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<< Can you not sound like some shounen protagonist. Next you're gonna say 'I fight for my friends' or something. >>
[ This is also him avoiding commenting on how little faith he has in his family. Little meaning 0. ]
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[ Sinclair says. He's nerdy enough to know what that means. Also he definitely did that on purpose]
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<< Ok, nerd. >> [ Derogatory ] << Just don't ask me to hold hands with you for some weird power-up. >>
[ Get this shit outta here!! ]
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[help. this is too funny. ]
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