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Vargold Long story short, you get banned from life. Not ideal, unless you really don't like what life has to offer. Technically there's one more chance after that, but at that point you've gotten embroiled in some classic isekai bullshit, and after that you're done. Four is death. Can't say...

When the figure turned to him, Ash hesitated - it wasn't until Harlow gave him a salute that he relaxed. He'd seen a few at Camp Hope making that same motion - members of a group called the Lion Arms, some peacekeeping force that had formed sometime in the past four years. They'd tried to...

This Blog is Not a Metaphor The screaming, however, is very literal Taking a break from talking about session stuff to go on about a Completely Unrelated Thing that's been bugging me. In this case, that thing is the whole shitshow that was MetaVenture Really, anything trying to be a...

Ash nods in response to @Ilya's question, but the white-haired woman (@Ilusa Nakhalee) is there first - bringing up healing magic that puts his own to shame. He's more impressed than jealous of that. "No pain reduction? I know it's better for control, but... damn." He offers an arm anyway, in...

Ash has been on the road for a bit. The caravan he's riding with, while friendly to the erratic presence of a traveler, was one taking a less straightforward route from Vintergard to Finweald. Its why he's here now, maintaining a body that hasn't even been physically present for most of the day...

This Blog is Not a Metaphor I just think gamers don't know what's going on There's a lot of new people running around lately - session's really picked up the recruitment lately. I've been lurking around to help out when I've got some free time, just so people aren't running around blindly. If...

"That's good, at least." Ash looks towards the bustle of the village. Honeyhome always feels a little strange to him - he knows (or at least he thinks he knows) that it's a simulation, a place that's NPCs or Landers or whatever they'd be called. But... in the midst of it, its hard not to think...

Ash blinks. Hesitates. It's a good question, and one that's clearly caught him off guard, but... there's a sense of what seems like admiration to the words, and he's not sure how he feels about it. "...yeah, probably. At least to a point." He exhales, ears pinned back. "But I... wouldn't...

Ash nods. Whether Erick believes him or not, whether it sinks in... he can't control that. He can only hope that it plants a seed, keeps him from being too reckless with the lives he has. "It was... very short-sighted, yes. But then again, when had the government been known for its...

Ash blinks, caught off guard by the compliment. He rubs the back of his neck and attempts to look unaffected, but... ...well, that tail's wagging whether he wants it to or not. "Well, it's easier when you've got experience. And in my case, when there's someone else to fight with." He makes a...

165 Ash couldn't help but gawk as Erick worked his magic and the wolves crumple. It was as if some invisible hand had reached out and crushed them like a paper ball, something Terrasphere simulated all too well. It was horrifying sight to see, yet for better or worse, his heart maintains its...

165 Ash nodded. There was a part of him that hoped that Erick would want to walk around the pack - but if he joined this assuming it was a game, then it made sense he would want to play the game. "It means I'll try to keep things focused on me, so you don't take as many hits." He drew his...

"It's not the first game to try it, actually." Ash started walking, beckoning for Erick to follow as he did. "There was a game maybe... what, 8 years ago? Called Metaventure, that did the same thing. It lasted about a month before some kids glitched themselves into a wall, and a series of bad...

"Ah, magic? I think I've got a focus in here..." Ash had considered clearing out his cluttered inventory while he was waiting on the caravan, but in the end he'd kept it for exactly this sort of situation. "Ah, there we go!" With a tap the focus materialized in his hand. It was more of a stick...

Ash crosses his arms, thoughtful. "...to be honest, I don't actually know that. When I first played four years ago, I didn't think to pay attention to that. Too busy worrying about grinding levels and the like, y'know?" His expression darkens. "But probably a number greater than zero, which...

"A bit, yeah." Ash drew closer now that his presence was established as non-threatening. "Then again, I'd be surprised if anyone was used to this kind of thing. It's not like there are any other games like this out there, right?" He doesn't bother roleplaying - maybe four years ago he might have...

Four years since Ash had been in Eastern Brisshal, and yet the sights and sounds and smells of the place still plucked a sense of familiarity from his memories. Those first few hours stumbling through the world, adapting to a body so unlike hers felt as fresh now as they must have been back...

Ash Vargold accepted your request! Ash closed the palm menu. "Yeah, I definitely will. I'm planning on playing it safe already - after Titanius, I'm not sure if dying for this world is really worth it." He said the last bit quietly - after all, he didn't know if there were any landers in this...

"Yeah. And there's bigger, too. Some people in camp said something about 'Regulators'. Not sure if we would've made it out alive if we ran into one of those." When Hanno brought up death in the real world, he couldn't help but snort.. "Ah yes, the dreaded Truck-kun. Sure, real life's pretty...

Ash shuddered. "Yeah. We fought one of those, actually - took four of us just to take down one of them." He fingered some of the bullet holes in his outfit - he still felt a dull pain where he'd been shot, even after he'd healed them. "They'll summon others if you let them, and I'm pretty sure...