Oscar

“I know, I know,” Oscar said. “But appearances can be deceiving. Never know when you’ll find a hidden gem.” Truth be told, no one had ever called his establishment cute. Oscar didn’t dislike it, but he wasn’t sold on it either. Still, he had the good sense to keep his mouth shut when someone was enjoying themselves. Far be it from him to ruin her fun. He did enjoy the fact that routine hadn’t made him entirely dull. He was still getting his sea legs, every synapse screaming to be his normal charming, witty self. But he was so out of practice, it was very much out of his reach. But it was

"Of course," Oscar agreed. His voice was calm, reassuring. "I'm quite certain you were about to go boots-to-asses. But call me old-fashioned, but I don't believe that women should have to be the ones to smear their unwanted admirers across the cobblestones." She was nervous. Rightfully so. Her words came out lacking sureity. Given her recently-resolved predicament, that was nothing to be surprised over. Oscar wouldn't add insult to injury by calling her on it. He merely offered her a slight smile, nodding gently. Oscar would not mention how her hand lingered too long on his. Or how he cou

Routine was the enemy of adaptability. It was a comfortable trap, one that beckoned you in with honeyed words and kept you safe and insulated from the outside world. Incredibly easy to fall victim to and Oscar found himself inadvertently swaddled in its warm embrace. Wake up, cook for the orphans, go home. Unto infinity. The days would blend together. The city streets would fuse into an amalgam of rough cobblestone set upon a beige void. His shop, with its black and white checkers and the bright red seats would become the only novelty in that ocean of drab. But life also came in phases. R

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The wildest thing about being high level was that quest mobs became groceries. Ever since he learned that he could, in fact, cook monsters - it was off to the races. Slimes had a cool minty flavor. Snakes tasted like chicken. Hell, even spiders just tasted like creepy lobster. But there was one above them all. One ingredient so decadent that it was always incredibly hard to source. Dragons. Luckily there just so happened to be a long and kinda annoying quest chain completely lousy with them. Oscar could fill his larder and clear some uncompleted quests from his log. Win. Fucking. Win

One thing that Oscar could count on when it came to working with the Frontliners was that there was never any hesitation. At the drop of a hat, they were off to the races. Hirru moved first with a much-needed damage buff. Wulfrin second, landing a telling blow. Oscar, however, was a bit more reserved in his attacks. His first goal was always to shred Mitigation. Damage was a side-effect. If the current pace meant anything, the creature might not survive long enough for Shatter to really reach peak efficiency. But every little bit mattered. Every second saved mattered. Because there would be an

From the minute Oscar had thrown open the door to the Labyrinth, the entire game had been plunged into abject chaos. Strange flickering knights, all converging on a single point. He wondered how the lower floors were holding out given that the Frontliners were all spread thin as they were. It had been a rush job, gathering together parties with almost zero coordination. But they were at a disadvantage. The enemy was singular in intent. Focus. Meanwhile, all the Frontlines could do was put them down. But their efforts were never enough. If they took out one, two more rose to replace them. Like

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Thread Summary 69 Nice Oscar | [Word Count: 10322/10 = 1032.2] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Exp Bonus: 0.2] (m. slime farm + search bonus) = 12386 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 14057 col Transcript

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Someone had left a trail. Wanted to be found. Oscar didn't have time to consider the implications of that. And they really didn't matter. Much as he didn't want to do anything that this floor had wanted him to, he didn't have a voice. The boss needed to be defeated so that they could move on. He would simply have to hope that everyone was prepared for whatever horrors they witnessed. The trail stopped cold at a rock face jutting out of the ground. But there they were. The Doors. "Alright, in and out. Quick 5 minute murder adventure," Oscar said as he pushed the doors open. He discarded h

If it had been a dark offering that had summoned the storm and these creatures, perhaps one of a different sort would light the way. Oscar grabbed another torch and tossed it into a pile of oil-drenched netting. The smell of rotting fish filled the air as the fire took hold. It burned quickly, engulfing the town and and its structures almost immediately. And he heard it - a chorus of pained screeches that rose up unto the heavens. The town was turned into an inferno, flames rising skyward and lighting up the area. And it spread, igniting a trail of flotsam and debris that moved off in one dire

Whatever the creatures were, they hated the light. He held the torch aloft as he investigated the buildings. Brain suckers cascaded down from the ceiling in response. Some fell into the flame, igniting and falling to the floor like raining meteors. Oscar hadn't realized how infested these buildings were. Like cockroaches, hiding in cracks and corners and crevices. He stepped back outside. Wouldn't the doors be more imposing? Surely they wouldn't be hidden in a small hamlet like this. He looked around and wracked his brain. He thought of that scene of sacrifice. Why would it be shown to him if

His investigation turned up little. But surely he wouldn't be pointed in this direction if he wasn't meant to be here. It was slow going. Oscar had to check every awning, every board, every door frame for more of those brain suckers. He found a few, lurking in the corners in wait for a new victim. More than a few had launched themselves at his head. But their trick would only work on Oscar once. And they seemed to have an aversion to fire. At one point, one had lunged at him as he entered a building. With the sudden presence at the center of his vision, Oscar stumbled backwards towards a nearb

His destination almost snuck up on him. Skidding to another stop, Oscar found himself in a small fishing hamlet. Like the rest of the floor, it was abandoned. Signs hung, half hooked upon the their mounts. They filled the air with a high-pitched squeaking noise as they fluttered precariously in the wind. Doors hung off of their hinges, revealing nothing be inky blackness in the structures they'd once hung from. But there were torches plunged into the ground all around him. Fresh, new. Vibrant. As if someone had only just been here. He walked through the streets, his eyes passing over over-turn

Oscar suddenly went sprawling to the ground, his foot having caught on something large and heavy. Another treasure chest. He let out a heavy sigh, realizing that there was a potential for another huge brawl. Despite everything, he felt that he was at the end. Just one more push, just a few more moments of sprinting through the darkness. This floor was surprisingly large. He'd run for minutes straight and still had yet to arrive at his destination. At the speeds he maneuvered, that was an incredible distance. Still, in the distance, he could see the torch lights looming larger. But he couldn't

He realized that there were probably some people that would be irritated at the fact that he took all of this upon himself. And he also realized that those same people would probably never believe him when he mentioned his brain sucker-induced hallucination. But he knew what he saw, what he felt. A group seeking the next floor would be in incredible danger. And he doubted that there were enough Waldos on this floor to save them from their doom. Or maybe there were. Oscar would fully admit that he had gotten lucky. But he was stronger than your average bear with a wealth of experience. Unhinged

On the brighter side of things, Oscar was feeling more like himself. Whatever lingering effects the brain sucker had on him were slowly working their way out of his system. That was a really dirty trick. He wondered how bad things would have gone if he were in a party. If they'd all been infected. Visions of the scene, of the slaughter and the repast flashed across his mind. Would they all fall under the same spell? Killing and eating one another, with no evidence or explanation as to what happened or where they had gone? Their names would just manifest on the Monument. Would that give people

The second reason was, of course, the giant Angler fish mother fucker lurking in the darkness behind the woman. Guess it thought Oscar wouldn't be able to see it. Or that he'd be so distracted by, quite honestly, the hottest babe he'd seen since that duel with Lessa. But he was horny, not stupid. And he had special eyes. "That's just not fair," Oscar lamented. "Why you gotta mess with a man's feelings like that?" Everything seemed to be double edged. You got what you wished for but someone or something made a point to fuck it up in the most poetic of ways. The creature leaped into th

Oscar came to a stop again. Off in the middle distance, there was, in fact a blue-haired e-girl. Gag reflex status to be determined. She hummed a tune, arms swaying back and forth slowly. Oscar both liked and disliked how she looked at him. A deep-seated hunger. The faintest wisp of a smile upturned upon her face, green eyes boring holes into him. If Oscar had a picture of an E-girl in his mind's eye, she would be it. It was like she had been taken from the darkest recesses of his mind and given life in front of him. And it would have been dope. But it wasn't, for two reasons. First of al