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The Ribbed Rock

The Ribbed Rock

A Short Story
by polarbeartitan

Richer Than had always loved deserted Falmouth with its valid, violet volcanoes. It was a place where he felt cross.

He was a sympathetic, brave, beer drinker with short eyes and grubby ankles. His friends saw him as a strong, smoggy saint. Once, he had even helped a cloudy disabled person recover from a flying accident. That’s the sort of man he was.

Richer walked over to the window and reflected on his derelict surroundings. The snow flurried like partying tortoises.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mia Mia. Mia was an energetic juggler with hairy eyes and curvy ankles.

Richer gulped. He was not prepared for Mia. 

As Richer stepped outside and Mia came closer, he could see the evil smile on her face.

“I am here because I want a wifi code,” Mia bellowed, in an understanding tone. She slammed her fist against Richer’s chest, with the force of 8806 elephants. “I frigging love you, Richer Than.”

Richer looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the ribbed rock. “Mia, I don’t have the money,” he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two magnificent, melodic mice jumping at a very hopeful disco, which had classical music playing in the background and two generous uncles running to the beat.

Richer regarded Mia’s hairy eyes and curvy ankles. He held out his hand. “Let’s not fight,” he whispered, gently.

“Hmph,” pondered Mia.

“Please?” begged Richer with puppy dog eyes.

Mia looked happy, her body blushing like a bumpy, better banana.

Then Mia came inside for a nice drink of beer.THE END

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Bold New Guy

Bold New Guy

A Short Story
by polarbeartitan

New Guy looked at the cursed blade in his hands and felt unstable.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. He had always loved cold Truro with its crispy, chilly cliffs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Lady Luck. Lady was a rude monster with ugly fingers and curvy eyelashes.

New gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a bold, courageous, whiskey drinker with red fingers and fluffy eyelashes. His friends saw him as a dripping, defiant do gooder. Once, he had even revived a dying, baby bird.

But not even a bold person who had once revived a dying, baby bird, was prepared for what Lady had in store today. 

The moon shone like drinking cats, making New confident. 

As New stepped outside and Lady came closer, he could see the resonant smile on her face.

“I am here because I want revenge,” Lady bellowed, in a brutal tone. She slammed her fist against New’s chest, with the force of 2892 bats. “I frigging hate you, New Guy.”

New looked back, even more confident and still fingering the cursed blade. “Lady, hands up or I’ll shoot,” he replied.

They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two motionless, mouldy maggots flipping at a very violent engagement party, which had piano music playing in the background and two tactless uncles shouting to the beat.

Suddenly, Lady lunged forward and tried to punch New in the face. Quickly, New grabbed the cursed blade and brought it down on Lady’s skull.

Lady’s ugly fingers trembled and her curvy eyelashes wobbled. She looked worried, her body raw like a healthy, hard hat.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Lady Luck was dead.

New Guy went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.THE END

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Ken , the Ghost

A Fantasy Novel
by polarbeartitan

In a cave there lived a pretty, weathered ghost named Ken . Not a pretty magical, minuscule cave, filled with wigs and a damp smell, nor yet a blonde, windy, cold cave with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a ghost-cave, and that means shelter.

One day, after a troubling visit from the dragon Barbara , Ken leaves his cave and sets out in search of three cold sword. A quest undertaken in the company of people, youths and spotty elves.

In the search for the dragon-guarded sword, Ken surprises even himself with his kindness and skill as a empress.

During his travels, Ken rescues a map, an heirloom belonging to Barbara. But when Barbara refuses to try swimming, their friendship is over.

However, Barbara is wounded at the Battle of Three Armies and the two reconcile just before Ken engages in some serious swimming.

Ken accepts one of the three cold sword and returns home to his cave a very wealthy ghost.

Blackarrow part 2

Meghan runs into Blue as she is logging out. Meghan is quick to wave.

Meghan sees Blue catches sight of her before becoming invisible.

She is almost sure that she smiled at her.

Meghan slaps her face as if she has trying to wake herself up. With a tap to her left wrist she pulls up her sensorium. Meghan checks her XP and weapons. Her sword is damaged and she will need a new one soon. Her shield still has some time before needing to upgrade. The drops for butterflys is nearly none existent. They are to low level, and she lost all the drops from the wasps. Meghan’s smile is droops to a straight line. Meghan spent all night trying to put yesterday’s end, out of her mind.

She shakes her head to scramble that nonsense in her head.

“Alright, lets get to work.”

Meghan isnt sure if it will work in here, but mother is a big believer in Manifesting. Mother read the “Secret” like a thousand times. 

“But it cant hurt to try, right?”

Meghan can feel someone gaze on her. She is pretty sure it wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that she’s been openly talking to herself. 

Meghan squints her eyes and scans the lack luster crowds to see if anyone is scoping her out funnily, Meghan cant see anyone giving her the stink eye.

Nothing is sticking out to her… Except a suit of SkyBlue armor in the distance.

Meghan jumps up and yells at the top of her lungs.

“Blue!”

Blue doesn’t respond; Meghan wonders if it is because she is looking at her stats sheet. Meghan makes a B-line for her friend. But they also log off before Meghan reaches her.

“Wait… there are two Blues… ?” 

Its not uncommon to have duplicate at lower levels, because no one hasn’t gathered enough resources or drop items to distinguish themselves yet.

Meghan shivers, its the gaze thing again. But this time its more focused on her ass.

As in the real world it’s probably just a pervert. 

Just incase Meghan takes notice of the players. And the blank stares of the NPC’s that are standing around waiting to be talk to. 

“How boring a life. Just waiting to give out a mission.”

[missions are in town; quests or out of town.]

Its non rush hour, but its still crazy how empty this place is.

Meghan snaps back into her usual mode.

“Everyone must be busy adulting.” 

With a deep breath Meghan ensures herself that she will enjoy this quiet time.

“O’h yeah…You cant get what you want, if you dont ask for it.”

-change of scene:

Meghan moves to her old hunting spot. She had planed on it last time, but she had a slight PK problem.

“I Love to, if you dont mind.”

Said in response to asking herself if she wanted to be the “bestest” in the whole wide digital world. 

“Focus. Gotta get those drops.”

Meghan and Lisa “Blackarrow”

This is a continuation of the same story; however it keep here i am at, i am going to need to start marking then, other then [cont.]

Its a new day and it is the same old same old. That what it means to grind.

Blue is quick to pop up.

Blue says: “How’s the leveling up going?”

Meghan says: “You know… slow, actually slower then i remember.

It was about a year ago, that they reconfigured the levels. They are more complicated now.

Meghan says: “Yes, maybe we can met up for a mug later and we could talk about it?

Blue says: “Sure.”

Meg says: Your awesome.

Blue uses the hand to touch the center of her chest plate.

Blue: anything for a freeing in need.

Meg: Thats super corny, like something my dad would say… but i get you. L8’er

Meghans proclamation has made Blues cheeks blush. Blue is quick to turn and heads out with out another word. Meghan can’t help but to watch the tall woman with broad shoulders wander off in the the heart of the city.

Meghanlifts her shield off the ground. With an audible huff to show that she is eager, Meghan is ready to get back to grinding out her lower levels. Plus she needs more skills to boost her gameplay. She is totally sucking right now, it’s so embarrassing.

All she can do right now is carry her head like her shield… up.

While walking Meghan motors to herself,
“the more skills I gather should boost my durability. So I need to stay focused on being able to survive. Since I’m a shield maiden, and Lisa is going to be depending on me for protection.

It has taken Meghan sometime to walk the scenic route to where she dealt with the butterflies.
But she needs to walk a little further. She needs to find where there are stronger monsters.
Stronger masters will equal better experience points. And she should take advantage of her new skill.
Boost.
The boost skill or attribute or feet is one that will allow her to boost any other scale, Attribute, or feet.
Meghan has decided on it being most useful as a way for her to become a rancor.
More experience points will mean gaining skills faster. Which will make her more useful.
Although Meghan doesn’t really feel more useful in this tank character. There’s a reason she’s never played a tank character before. It is rather a boring position. Usually comes with a lack of mobility. This means that the enemy gets to beat on you, while you have to stand there and take it. Meghan knows that this is only a game. But when getting up to bus flights later on; standing there and taking wildly powerful hits from crazy mad men/ Monsters is on the scary side. It’s already starting to give her anxiety.

Meghan has put a lot of thought into this. She was strategizing while reading some Reddit comments about the upgrades to the new gameplay. Apparently it was just mostly patches to some of the characters and landscaping. Plus a D bath to a school where magic users could make their opponents gear vanish, and most disturbing could make a characters wearables become invisible.
” Pervert, they’re all perverts. “

Halfway in between thinking of the games acquired perversions and monsters, meghan continues to talk to her self,
“if I could detect them, before they attack, that would totally be useful. “

Meghan pushes through some low bushes which are just slightly taller than her self.
Using her shield as a wedge against the branches, Meghan finds herself in a crescent moon shaped field of crabgrass and duff comprising of leaves and needles from the surrounding trees and bushes.

Meghan is immediately confronted by a wasp that is the size of both of her hands clasped together. The butterflies were annoying, but Meghan has a distain for wasps and or anything be like. Without hesitation Meghan swings her crusty short sword smashing. Smacking the wasp into the ground.

Unlike the butterflies, the wife just seems to be in better condition. Megan sensorium isn’t up so she can’t read the damage meter. Meghan continues to/at the wasp. The wasp can’t fly due to a damn just wing; however it is now crawling towards Meghan.

Meghan does her best to count the slashes and or strikes. By her estimate it takes about five solid contacts with her short sword to destroy this monster.

Now being clearly in the field, Meghan can see that there are other wasps nearby. They seem to be flying in sept patterns. Meghan knows that if she doesn’t enter into the pattern radius, the wasps won’t attack her. So if she stays to the edge of the clearing. Then she won’t get trapped into having to fight her way out. Nothings work then when you have to lose a days worth of experience points due to Diying.

Meghan walks to the edge of the clearing and picks one of the smaller wasps. This is slightly different from the first time she played the game. The first time all of the masses were precisely the same generation. They would update the generations periodically but they would all remain identical. But since her last play through it looks like they have upgraded the system to have a variety of shapes and or sizes.

As soon as Meghan steps into the wasps figure 8; the wasp makes a beeline for her face. This wasp is much fat stir than the last one. Megan swings her sword and the smaller target moves out of her swords range. Meghan Kanell see that the size and shapes very but so do the tactics in which the monsters use. This will take more effort to decipher the patterns of attacks that the martyrs are capable of. You would think that Meghan would find this annoying, but in fact having to relearn how to play this game is more interesting this way.

The wasp keeps rotating towards her left. This makes it harder for Megan to swing her sword. As soon as possible Meghan is going to have to upgrade her sword to something with a greater reach. Eventually the wasp dives in towards her and Meghan uses her shield to bash the wasp.

“Fun “thump “thumper your motherfucker. New paragraph

This time Meghan does not stung the wasp, but it does stop moving for her to make a slash attack upon the monster.
She can only go by a guesstimation of that it will probably take about five solid here it’s to destroy this monster.
It feels like she is falling into a rut of familiarity. This one to combination seems to become like second nature to her.
Unfortunately her guesstimation of five strikes does not account for this size of wasp.
Meghan feels like she should be exhausted by the seven sets of actions. But it is only a game.
This time Meghan remembers to turn on her some saurians battle graph.

All of the wasps there regardless of their size and or shape have about the same amount of hit points.
That tells her that each wasp must have different skill levels. And different armor classes.
With this in mind Meghan tries to find a wasp that was equal to the first one she thought.
She picks a fight with it, and it takes five solid slashes to destroy it.
So they are equal when they are relative in size and or shape,; but she should not plan on this as a catchall.
She should always be aware that the game administrators or architects may throw in wild cards. Ones that trick players into picking fights with much greater potency than they were expecting.

If Meghan is going to get the same amount of XP for destroying these monsters; then she should work on the ones that take less effort to destroy. So her target will be the fat chubby ones.

Meghan spends about an hour creating a pattern of which wasps will respond, respond…
Meghan only occasionally looks at her battle graph. With low creatures like this there’s no real need.
She would have to be completely incompetent to get caught unaware by these very stagnant monsters.
She is now just counting down till she reaches her next level up.

It looks like the architecture has increased the number of XP that is required to level up.
The first time she played through this game, on her first day she was third level. But she has been playing this game for three days now and she hasn’t even hit the first level. The leveling must be much higher than it was before. Meghan is going to have to read through the directions to make sure that she is complying with all of the requirements to level up. Maybe they have put something in here that she was not aware of. Like she may need to upgrade all her gear before she can level up. Or maybe something as strange as she needs to buy the right outfit. Sometimes in these games it’s just a peculiar thing. In another game that Meghan played she had to sing a song to level up. Another one she had to run around her base of operations 10 times in one day to level up. A lot of time it just feels like she is being toyed with; however not in a bad way. She understands that the game makers need to find new ways to engage with their client base. And for the most part this game it’s pretty straightforward as far as she remembers so, she isn’t planning on too many shenanigans in between her and her leveling.

Meghan here’s the brushes behind her move, Russell. She turns her back on the wasp in the anticipation of being attacked by a random monster. Instead she hears a whistling sound.

Meghan feels a pinching or burning sensation in her thigh. She has her gain pain center set to the lowest setting. So she is aware that she was just hit by something. Her HP bar goes down by a third. Meghan looks down to see an arrow sticking out of her thigh. Meghan puts her shield to the ground and hides behind it. But since being hit her speed has been decreased. This is one of those game mechanics that if you were injured you aren’t at full speed or strength.

Meghan is hoping that it was just mistaken identity. Until she hears a second whistling sound, this one is to her ribs.
Warning signs of significant damage to her start popping up around the edge of her vision.
Why would somebody be attacking her. Are there really PK players on the prime level. That seems rather unsportsmanlike. She is like a newborn. Barely able to defend herself. If this is anyone with slight skill, Meghan is absolutely no match for them.

Meghan here’s a third whistle and then her vision begins to blur and black out.
As her character lays there passing out or Diying if you will. She hear someone say,

“that Ohta teach you. “

And with that being said the game logs Meghan out.
But before the system shuts down. The game has now instituted a 12 hour ban for Diying. This must be some new mechanic in set up the players to try harder not to die. Why would the banning be more important than the fact that Meghan just lost a half a days worth of experience points.

Meghan knows this is how the game is played, but it still sucks when is your term.

To be continued.

Meghan and Lisa (cont.)

Meghan reflects on blue’s warm goodbye.

“Sure, have fun.”

I knew it; she is super nice. Maybe i should see if she wants to join my and Lisa Adventure Party (AP)”

The very thought of Lisa’s name crushes Meghan tummy. Lisa texted her a Boob pic and told her she was still grounded.

This plan of their, the one where they spend their last summer together on a play-through of their childhood oasis of solitude… for two. This’ turning out to be a real bummer. Lisa is in real trouble this time. Not like her usual pranks.

“Girl…”

Meghan is eager to get back to grinding. It will take all this off of her mind. But this time she wants to try something a little harder.

Mostly because it will help her gain more XP. That mean she wont have to stay in her all day to reach level 2. She has only about 3 hours in the real world to play. Then she has to get dinner ready for dad.

Moms at the factory on a double shift. and dad is particular about his diner being ready on time. Not that he’s abusive, but grumpy.

Dad would cook his own dinner but he cant manage to burn every single thing he touches.

Its one of the reasons that Mom chose him. She says that they chose one another more then falling in love. The love came later. She says its old fashion romance.

“Plus a man who cant cook for himself is basically trapped”.

“Mom…”

The first radiant butterfly swoops in at her face and she instinctively shield bashes it. The wings flutter to the ground with out the main body.

“Ewww, thats sad, and kinda gross. I dont know if i like al these new updates.”

[pop up] Congratulations! You have gained shield bash [minor]

Meghan should form some sort of a plan for reaching a Master’s level.

Muttering to herself:

“Well, i normally i go for offensive power over defense; but I’m a shieldmaiden… defensive is sorta her thing this time around. I need to stay focused on being able to survive. Lisa is going to be her Sword maiden like always. Its the only thing she will play. So for now…”

Meghan sets an image of the greatest Shieldmaiden she could ever hope to be in her mind. That is what she will work towards from here on out. will need to raise her armor class. That way she can be a proper TANK.

“Butterflies wont cut it.”

Meghan turns to the West.