TEST YOUR MIGHT [PVP TOURNAMENT LOG]

[trollophoroi]

A reminder goes out to all the beta testers, both participating and not, to meet up at one specific arena in Lumina Cloth. The times and matches are posted for all to see. So either hit the seats to watch and cheer on your friends or wait on the sidelines for your name to be called! It's tiiiime toooooo...



TOURNAMENT BRACKET: Here!

RULES & PRIZES: Here!

MATCH-UPS & RESULTS (PLEASE POST YOUR RESULTS): Here!

SPECTATOR THREADS: Here!

MATCH THREADS: And here!

Comments

[trollophoroi]

[ Talk about a power nap. ]

The third match of round one. You've missed a good chunk of Owen being absolutely destroyed by Mithrun.

[selfconcept]

Mm... I bet he liked that.

[ He looks over at the arena. Oh... That sure is a smackdown going on. ]

[trollophoroi]

Hmm, perhaps not with quite as much violence as Mithrun puts into his fighting.

[ As if Fandaniel would know... right? ]

[selfconcept]

I don't think that has deterred any of you.

[ With Hien, but he doesn't want to say that. ]

[trollophoroi]

And I don't think you realize just how efficiently violent Mithrun is.

[ Hien cannot compare, sorry big man. ]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien only catches the tail end of Mithrun's victory over Owen, so he can't really say, but he does know one thing: ]

He's had a lot of time and practice to be as brutal as you make him sound out to be.

[ He glances over at Fandaniel. ]

I would say that being a Harvest Cleric is a good enough handicap for me.

[ For what? He doesn't say. ]

[trollophoroi]

At level 100, it isn't much of a handicap at all.

[ One moment, he needs to wrap up this match and announce the next. He does exactly that and it's very animated and cheerful. Just terrible. Ah, but where were they? ]

Why choose Harvest Cleric, anyhow? I feel it isn't exactly your style.

[selfconcept]

I chose the class because of that reason.

[ He sighs. Hien is absolutely the kind of healer that tells you to die if you don't listen to what he says. ]

Hence, handicap.

[trollophoroi]

I see... Oh, let me guess! Your usual style! It would be a...

[ Excuse him while he drops his hands against wall between them and the arena down below as if adding to the dramatic effect, like they might do in a game show. ]

Flick Reaper.

[selfconcept]

Tribal Grappler or Steam Gunner. Waiting to cast spells isn't very fun.

[ Y...eah.... ]

[trollophoroi]

Really?

[ The grim reaper getup the man usually goes certainly fooled him. Oh well. ]

Steam Gunner does look rather fun, doesn't it? Though I don't think I'd ever go with something as close range as Tribal Grappler.

[selfconcept]

There's thrill in both classes. Maybe I could feel what breaks in my hands rather than casting a spell to do that for me.

[ :3c ]

You like to play it safe?

[trollophoroi]

[ If Fandaniel had even one iota of self-preservation, he would not grab — or grapple, in this case! — the low-hanging fruit offered here but... ]

Ah, so you enjoy manhandling others? How naughty of you, Hien.

[ He ignores Hien's question. It's self-relevant. He likes sniping at people from a distance like the grief he is! Though considering how close he's gotten in some of his PK attempts, playing it safe doesn't seem to be the case. ]

[selfconcept]

[ This man who just lets himself get attacked... Hien thinks that he himself was fucked up, but whenever he sees Fandaniel, he sees a different flavor of fucked up. ]

You'd probably like that, huh.

[ Deadpan. Absolutely monotone. ]

[trollophoroi]

[ There will forever be something too funny about Hien's reactions, even the sheer lack of them. Fandaniel can't help but give him a wink. ]

Only if you're offering, admin-sama.

[ Ah, but look, this match is over! Onto the next! Fandaniel turns his attention back to the arena and raises his megaphone to go through the usual spiel of congratulations to the winner and who's up next. ]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien quietly watches Fandaniel do his thing and wondering...

Then lightly taps his head with a fist. ]

Have you considered being a main commentating announcer?

[trollophoroi]

[ Tap, tap, and Fandaniel turns to quirk an eyebrow at Hien. Being a commentating announcer...? At that, he laughs. ]

Really? And just how long do you think it would take me before I tell everyone I hope their teams all lose because I'm sick of them all?

[selfconcept]

Would fifteen minutes be too generous? I think it would be funny to watch, at least.

[ Unless he has to pretend that everything is just peachy keen. :) ]

[trollophoroi]

Only fifteen?

[ Hand to his chest, pouting, he scolds Hien. ]

Please, you underestimate me! I could last a full thirty minutes, surely.

[selfconcept]

I'm sure that we can test that.

[ Sorry he has to make this sound so ominous, but he does. ]

I hope you won't say that to the participants. Some of them have fragile egos, see.

[trollophoroi]

Hmm, considering where we are? They're free to try and sate their shattered little hearts by attempting to kill me, but otherwise?

[ lol he doesn't care ]

It might go a bit worse if we're talking about real events, however. I don't think I'd be able to dodge actual fists as easily.

[selfconcept]

Really? Now that would be funny and worth seeing. I might even tune onto a television channel just to see it.

[ He seems insanely amused by this. ]

[trollophoroi]

Mm, you and everyone else in this beta test, no doubt.

[ Plenty of people in here would love to watch him get his clock cleaned on national television. ]

[selfconcept]

I'll nurse your injured sensibilities whenever you come back to the game.

[ Or whatever it may be. ]

[trollophoroi]

Oh? You'll soothe my wounds? How sweet of you, Hien.

[ Fandaniel lifts a hand to his lips, putting on a feigned look of shock, oh dear, oh my. ]

Maybe you aren't such a big bad wolf after all.