[CLOSED] 1st Annual No Mercy Games

A certain uracilGermaniac wanders through the Earthlike scenery. Small comfort to an Alternian. She pauses, a new set of razor fans at the ready. But, nothing happens. A land familiar thrush tweets irrelevantly nearby. The armor of her imperial uniform is insufficient: an upgrade will be necessitated shortly, for coplayer purposes if nothing else. You sense movement. Hostile movements in your direction. An imp reveals itself by fluttering from the grass, meriting a lyoko tessen to the face that on a few cuts does enough to finish it. Pitiful. The Thorns of Oglogoth have been forged, but you let them sit in your specibus unused. Ordinary needlewands, service claws, and throwing fans will do for now. You're going to need more grist. Killing everyone directly is a lost cause with the aspect of not killing people and a support class. Ha ha turn over a new leaf nice try Sburb.

Maybe dying wouldn't be so bad. Dying on a quest bed, that is.

It had only been a return node back after a few hours of grinding. Tiering could wait.

Not angelic. Good enough for her. Into a card the printed Eiserne Jungfrau poster went...Code acquired, just get a uniform code, and there. Into the alchemiter...bam. Imperial Barrier Outfit. Where were you when uracilGermaniac copied the repentance enforcement agency's fashion choices?

And now for consort-related questing to get to the capital. Worst comes to worst, pretend LC lied and defend yourself. You're going to need that pirate consort.

"The treasure was friendship all along I get it I get it." Agness said, skipping through the final quest completion dialogue. She had sprinted like a madwoman around the planet for an annoyingly long preptime-consuming quest chain full of buried maps and annoyingly little treasure, but thankfully many of them had spawned within short distances of each other. "Alright come with me I need your help end of story now put this outfit on and use this cutlass-knife thing okay?"

One short period of salamander dressing later, the invincible pirate had a barrier-making SSVD outfit of his own (with tracking chip) and a passable hybrid of a cutlass and a psycho knife that was really just something she'd alchemized as an afterthought from a Terraria printout, a horror movie, a pirate toy, and a kitchen knife for an unreasonable amount of grist.

Her new assistant slowly faded to invisibility.

"Wowee, I'm invisible!" he said.

"Please be quiet." UG said irritably, monitoring her companion's location relative to her from her hatputer's HUD. "We've got a Quest Bed to use at the soonest possible opportunity. Let's go."

It has taken a great Meridian search, but she had done it. "Keep following me you blasted colossal ogre!" Agness commanded despite being in an alchemized copy of her original outfit, hopping backwards to dodge the beast. "This way to the spire!"

The glow shape loomed. The vines of life were...what they were. Pity. The sunslammer blob of the titanic beast kept other underlings at bay. The trek up the tower was a bit harder sprinting and...

Hopping on the bed, she finally stood and faced her attacker, and...

Splat.

She was smushed into the bedrock of the quest bed by a single finger of the thing. A maid's obligation to die completed. Hopefully it would spare her from further termination.((Fat chance.))

Bam. Awakened on Skaia and promptly excused from it by the cloudcannon. Sorry Hemera, but you are not relevant right now.

Flying as fast she could for a consort village near her spire, she had an inventory to retrieve from an invisible ally she had ordered to wait near what would easily flown to. She was then going to decide on killing dreamselves to let suicides be suicides or to hide on Derse or in the Veil somewhere, lightshows being the major deciding factor there. Maybe an ectobiology lab, the appearifiers and alchemiter sets might prove useful for acquiring grist on her own terms...say, by denying it to the enemy via courteous midbattle killstealing.

But even with a Maid's scamperway, this would not be instant. To the wallet-carrying pirate alone would probably cost precious time, and she was not there yet. Not even to the orbit of Prospit.

She really hoped everyone else was not gunning for her death at the moment or something.

That was another tier.

Inventory retrieved, Agness had repeatedly changed her course from Prospit, to Derse, to now the Veil in pursuit of 'not dying'.

An unimportant meteor. No, scratch that. A VERY important meteor.

It was as if Lillian had already taken her soul as she breakdanced madly upon the console, slime in the shape of deceased replacement guardians and children who now would not exist popped into existence. And then the babies were forged in bursts of light and machine magic.

Ectobiolobabysitting was a job for nobody, and she brought them to the requisite places to meteor-timefreeze the coolkids for later launch. A maid of life gets in, does her small job, and gets the fuck out, dead or alive, all for the aspect of Life. At least the ectobiologist's role-overriding boost to echeladder progress rang out, and she ascended a seizuretastic platform in a place that did not exist and gained a badge on a purple bandolier that also probably didn't exist.

And so uracilGermaniac lay in wait, biding her time with an invisible consort. The ectobiology lab was not a prioritized disposal during the Reckoning, so she might as well hide here the entire damn session and go out if and only if discovered or the session was about to be eaten by Others.

Monitoring her coplayers from an appearifier bay using the fast-forwarded coordinates of those replacing those she had just ectobiologized (the conveniences of understanding buffs), Agness Gianna contemplated live-action trolling. And maybe some knitting to pass the time.

Her location had been spoiled, then spoiled again. Damnit Lillian. Damnit MM too.

Alchemizing the FANS OF THE DEEP ONE from her Thorns of Oglogoth and her other weapons, she gave up. Though her soul wasn't hers to sell anymore, wrecking a session-to-be-dead early might just do it.

Letting the corruptive ichor dirty her hands, Agness flew from her exposed meteoric hiding spot toward Derse. If she could aggro the Queen, she could possibly damage the session barrier using the Red Miles...

Relevant: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEBi6nHCYx8

Agness, already beginning to radiate the brier of aura tentacles of all sworn to the Ring, fanned herself in the slowly corrupting airs. Armed with the Fans of Oglogoth, she tore through the palace guards, a storm of darkness and a whirlwind of stubborn throes, screaming in broodfester. The sign of Flow roared forth from Skaia in the distance, bathing the bloody darkness with light from above.

Let them come. She would battle them all, and die gloriously. Empress, this was going to be a fight.

It was only a few more hallways to the Queen's chambers.