Oscar

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Katana R5 (30) Mod(s)/Addon(s) Being Dropped: Precision (2), Ferocity (4), Stamina (4), Tech Shift (10) SP Incurred Towards Limit: 50 SP SP Refunded: 50 SP Cost: 50,000

"Who is Tyson? What don't I know?" "Several things," Oscar said quickly, his eyes flashing gold as he activated his Searching skill. He wouldn't put it past Tyson to leave a couple of bodies to keep tabs on Oscar, even if the tactic had failed so gloriously before. He quickly swept the room behind Lessa and paused to respond. "I don't have time to go into it all. Long and short of it is that I've got an entire guild of Player Killers gunning for me at the behest of a real-life associate. I'm surprised Bahr didn't tell you about it." He started to turn to face Freyd, but stopped himself. "

Thread Summary Word Total - 7,601 Oji - 1267 EXP [Base Rewards], 300 EXP [EaL: Artisan], 89,276 Col [Farmed], 110,724 Col [From Oscar], 400 Col [Base Rewards], 36 Materials [Farmed], Jigen kōtai [Crafted Trinket ID: 202833] Oscar - 10,133 EXP[Tier 8 EXP Rewards], 4 Demonic Shards Random Dungeon Map - 201479a, 201479b, 201758a, 201758b T4 Perfect Weapon - 200230a, 200230b, 201480b, 201481b, 201481c T4 Perfect Armor/Shields - 200164a, 200164b, 201480a, 201481b

Oscar rarely slept anymore and when he did, it was never for long. It seemed as if whenever he slept for more than a few hours, he had half a dozen fires to go put out. Such was the life of the man waging a war all on his own. Occasionally, however, his mind simply gave out on him and forced him to slumber. Exhaustion was his greatest enemy and it had a tendency to sneak up on him. And so, Oscar awoke from one of those involuntary deep sleeps. And, true to form, he was greeted by a cacophony of chimes as messages hit his conscious inbox the moment he was aware of his surroundings. The staccato

Oscar was careful to give Oji ample time to get back to town before he started on his own meandering path back to town. He'd not seen much of his enemies since the incident on Floor 13. That being said, Tyson was too pragmatic to let Oscar go completely unobserved. The goal here being to avoid roping anyone into his personal war unnecessarily. Especially not a guy who had only just gotten his courage together enough to engage with the game. A swift dash carried him around to a farther entrance to town. It was closer to his shop and far enough to make any distant observer assume Oji and Oscar's

Dumbstruck, Oscar watched as the scene before him played out. Had the Frontliners finally lost all semblance of sanity? Speaking to Gabrandr as they were was little different to speaking to a rock. It wasn’t real and any “sentience” it displayed was an insulting facsimile created by a very sophisticated AI. Bound to Cardinal and doomed to be wiped from existence the moment the servers shut down, Gabrandr constituted nothing more than an obstacle standing between the thousands of remaining Players and their freedom. An obstacle they should have dispatched five minutes ago. As Morgenst

They were in the back half now. Oscar had expected some big phase transition at this point, but it had never come. He found the boss's attempts to mimic sentience and tug at the raid groups heartstrings amusing, though equally disappointed that people were responding to the nonsense as if the amalgamation of binary before them could even truly comprehend what was being said. Kayaba was successful in creating lifelike caricatures, but at the end of the day, they were just that. Once this boss was defeated, there would be nothing after for it. Outside of the lingering memory of the encounter lef

Chaos abound on the battlefield. A veritable clusterfuck of Players throwing themselves against the boss, frantically disabling explosive machinery, and - with this particular foe's mechanics - hoping to end it quickly. Gabrandr's blade had already shaved off a healthy portion of Oscar's health bar, even through his immense mitigation. If this turned to a war of attrition, the Frontliners simply wouldn't have the resources to deal with something with this much Phase. Sprinkled into the combat was dialogue from the boss. Oscar tuned it out. He didn't know what the story was and, frankly, h

Was it nerves that had Oscar hesitating? He'd wasted an entire window of opportunity to leap into the fray. Everything that had transpired in the moments since the fight began in earnest whipped by him like a blur. It couldn't be his nerves. He wasn't shaking. It couldn't be fear. His heart wasn't racing. Had he merely zoned out for a moment? Oscar had never been one to particularly enjoy the scripting that all of the bosses followed. He was already about as immersed in the game as one could be so all this grandstanding that the bosses tended to do just disengaged him from the task at hand. A

"Let's head back so I can get this quest done, and then we might go to the tavern for a few drinks? It's the least I can do for saving my ass." "That's... probably not the best idea," Oscar replied quickly. With all the people gunning for him - looking for any vulnerability to exploit - it wouldn't be a good idea for a newbie to be seen hanging with Oscar in public. The situation had escalated to the point where he doubted they would bother to hold a Oji hostage. Indeed, they would be far more likely to just kill him. It was one hell of a situation to be in. Couldn't be seen around him, n

"The skill will help you out, man, but this Tyson business if what you really need to put to rest." Oscar shrugged. "I really gotta hope that after our little skirmish on a while back, he doesn't have the bodies to throw at me anymore. I've come to terms with the fact I might need to kill the kid, but that doesn't really mean I'm looking forward to it. That's something my old guild never really understood. Tyson builds a PK guild and goes on a tear across the game and that's all well and good and understandable, but the minute I draw a line in the sand and commit to doing what needs to be

"Git 'is ass, Freyd!" It was times like this that Oscar forgot himself and his thick Bostonian accent bled through. The once-haughty "floor boss" was now on his last legs with Oscar up to the plate. The Beast of Aincrad stalked over to the demon, now cowering on the floor. Having been brutalized so by a pair of dumbasses, it was no small wonder that this thing's entire worldview was turned upside down. He struck, fast as lightning, reducing the enemy's HP to zero. Or as close to zero as possible to trigger the end of the fight. The moment Beelzebub's health reached zero, Oscar was greeted by a

They were absolutely demolishing this "Floor Boss." For all his pomposity, he was getting torn a new asshole by a duo of Frontliners barely paying any attention to what they were doing. As Freyd blasted a hole into their new host's chest - taking an arm in the process - Oscar readied another swing. As he charged up his attack, Freyd regaled him all about the end of the Spire and how Firm Anima had taken out the Queen. Losing his concentration for a moment, Oscar bolted upright, his arm flying out too the left. "Oh no shit?" he asked as the force of his would-be attack flung itself from th

Oscar took one look at the demonic git approaching them and had to suppress the urge to groan loudly. He just shook his head and sighed. "I preferred the sexy vampire, I'm not gonna lie." As the demon just droned on and on about... something, Oscar hummed the melody to Take On Me as loudly as he possibly could. It was almost as annoying to listen to as the mob's exposition dump that Oscar just didn't care about. "Could you stop that?" Beelzebub snapped. "Stop what?" A brief pause in his humming as he spoke, only to quickly begin again. "That infernal racket!" "I'm not sure

"S'pose we do," Oscar remarked as he watched the vampress strike his companion. Freyd definitely wasn't one to let a slight like that pass. She retreated to the rafters. A bad call. Vampire or not, poor footing would be the death of her. Freyd followed and Oscar watched with a smirk as she was rocketed off of her perch into a nearby wall. As gravity took control of her stunned form, Oscar sheathed his blade. Lilith fell into his strike zone and he let fly a powerful slash. His blade bit deep into her side, cleaving through muscle and bone as if they were butter. Pressure from the blow vented o

"Is that shit over and done with, or are we still in the aftermath?" Oscar shrugged. "Part of me wants to hope that the kid knows when he's outmatched, but I know better." The Whisper disappeared into the shadows and Oscar paused as the man performed the swiftest of executions on Lilith's admittedly attractive handmaidens. When the Whisper reappeared, Oscar continued. "Somehow, I don't think that this is going to be over until I put the kid in the ground." If Oscar thought for a moment that there was another way to keep the people he cared about safe, he would hop to it in an instant. But

The bodies that will never be found...? Oh right. That, Oscar thought. His hand shot out to catch the weapon that Freyd threw his way. Apparently he was meant to use this weapon to clear the quest. He almost laughed at the thought of the Beast of Aincrad wielding a holy relic in battle. This quest's narrative was absolutely bonkers. They still had a bit more traveling to do. Plenty of time for Oscar to tell Freyd the full story. He put the weapon away and shoved his hands into the pocket of his jacket as they walked. "It's not entirely complicated. I'm surprised I haven't told you the sto

Oscar shrugged. "It can be as in-depth as you want it, I've found. You can let the System guide you through the motions and automate most of the process or you can be in control of every minute detail," he said. "I've spent so much time in the kitchen, I'm not entirely convinced that this death game is some do-or-die tutorial for real-life trade skills." Oji's pondering about the state of the real world sent Oscar's thoughts in the same direction. How was the Major? How were things going with the kids? He brushed the thoughts away as quickly as they came. There was nothing he could do about it

Skill(s) Being Dropped: AoE Shift Mod(s)/Addon(s) Being Dropped: none SP Incurred Towards Limit: 10 SP Refunded: 10 Cost: 10,000

Though Aincrad vexed him when it came to feeling the effects of his beverage of choice, there still wasn't much that compared to the smooth taste of a cup of black coffee. It was one of the few pleasures that he just couldn't quit. His favorite spot was a quaint cafe on Floor Two. It sat nestled between a flower shop and a bakery. The sweet aroma of honeysuckle blended with the smell of fresh-baked bread, which only served to heighten his enjoyment. He sat at a small table in the shade of a large oak tree, calmly sipping his coffee as he looked at nothing in particular. It afforded Oscar the r

"Other references not suitable for a PG audience?" Oscar snorted at that. "If only, man. I just broke it off with a girl I met here. You know, typical edgy anti-PKer bullshit." Oscar was cognizant enough to know what he was. Keeping everyone at arm's length except for a few select people would keep the larger whole safe. Or so they had convinced him in the comic books. "In any case, they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but honestly I just haven't been in the mood." Wild hedonism and Oscar mixed about as well as oil and water. He'd rather make jokes at hi

"Good man," Oscar said. As far as Oscar could see, there was some strong potential in this Player. Potential that could be tapped assuming Oji could work past his very obvious hang-ups. After all, why would someone leave town and venture this deep into the woods without a weaponskill if there wasn't some dark skeletons in their mental closet? Of all the Players Oscar had met who had done such a thing, they all had one thing in common: severe mental hang-ups. Ceres - for as much as Oscar liked her - had been about as needy as a toddler. Shiina, a monstrous force as far as supports went, w

Reroll Request

As Oscar waited for his order to be completed, he was almost worried something would go wrong at the last moment. Perhaps an errant stroke of the hammer or a fumble on the quench would render all of his work gathering those items together a waste. Almost worried, though. If Oscar needed equipment made, he went to Macradon first for a reason. The man's work was without equal. And this was proven when he returned with Oscar's new weapon and his upgraded armor. A slight smile crossed Oscar's face as he paid the man for his efforts and made his exit. Kyūketsuki acquired Tactical Under Armor

Crafting on 11/8/21 <<Gungnir's Shard>> Crafter's Respite used