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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?
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Hector is mostly content to watch Furin do his stuff, quietly admiring his skill. When he signed up, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up with the people who gamed often, so he was more than happy to pick healer.
He definitely doesn't regret it now, considering there are functionally two of them. He gives a loud, delighted laugh. ]
Glad to hear it, 'cause I'm here to help!
[ He brandishes his scepter and casts MeRai Don, lightning striking any of the enemies that Furin knocks out of the fray. They can work together! ]
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Healer really suits the older folk, huh. Let's be nice though and not imagine Hector as support grandpa though. Fuurin has had the rare opportunity to be healed by the third guy, but he knows it was a blue moon or something. The healers readily available are important!
There are probably better melee fighters who did the leveling properly, He did cheat a little. But he is making an effort! Pretend this is the power of youth! ]
Nice! You get to have some fun too.
[ The lightning dissipates quickly enough, Fuurin cutting though and cutting them down. The lightning seems to be a weakness of some, so he follows up with a Rai Tornado. ]
Phew... You see any weird enemies, Hector?
[ Any not seeming to be hurt by their onslaught, in other words. Or greenish. ]
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You mean the ones with shields?
[ Hector follows up with BiJuk Rom, leaves working in concert with the furious tornado winds to lacerate foes caught in the storm. A few fall this way, their bodies fading as they despawn. ]
Yeah. But I can take care of 'em.
[ They're easy. Though his aching back would disagree. ]
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[ Don't mind Fuurin whole he catches his breath, as the class is still a bit more physically demanding. ]
If you see one, then you can handle it while I keep the other ones off your back. Does that work?
[ One enemy that tries to get the jump on Fuurin gets gets a nice Splinter Strike to the face, getting knocked into a wall before despawning. ]
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[ And speak of the devil, an armored foe approaches menacingly from the back of the horde. ]
I see one now. Try not to get too hurt while I deal with this thing.
[ Hector believes in Furin!
He dashes to the side and scoops up a rock from the ground, and with surprising speed and precision despite the distance, he chucks it at the monster, hitting it square in the face (20). Its attention turns to Hector and it begins making its way to fight him, just as planned.
He's not doing his thing quite yet, though. Just a little closer... ]