I was meaning people with powers similar enough that they would name themselves that wouldn't happen with the way worm powers work it's way more likely someone ends up with a power similar to say cyclops, wasp or gambit and names themselves after them or any of the flying bricks than spider man.
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I was meaning people with powers similar enough that they would name themselves that wouldn't happen with the way worm powers work it's way more likely someone ends up with a power similar to say cyclops, wasp or gambit and names themselves after them or any of the flying bricks than spider man.
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That is an important distinction, but I kind of doubt it? Forget legal issues for the moment, trying to put on a big name like that is making a very bold claim, same as naming yourself after a god or with synonyms for "indestructible." Every tough guy with a point to prove is going to want to test you, and when they do they're going to have decades of comics telling them what kind of tricks to expect from someone using it and what has worked before... and Spidey is legit pretty ridiculously OP compared to Worm capes -- Like, he would roll just about anybody except the Triumvirate or no-save-just-suck mind control (and the latter is iffy depending on which spooder-mun and what point in their career) without having to interrupt his patter - so they will almost certainly be planning extreme overkill even if they don't believe you've got the full spider-powers set.
And you won't have the full spider-powers set.
I rather expect that any "Spider-Man" who survives a whole week after their debut decides rebranding is in order if they want to see the end of the month.
Worm 14
How to Beat Fried Worms
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow, and he can keep it.
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Chapter 14: Dance!
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Alec was almost three-fourths of the way back to Brockton Bay when he felt something shift. He was about to feed another burst of Investment into the van when he sensed the fragmentary potential... solidify.
It was waiting for purpose. Anticipating direction.
The man didn't close his eyes in satisfaction, certainly not while he was actually focusing on the road, but he certainly wore a shark-toothed grin as he pressed an idea into the charge-
Subtlety, subterfuge, the concept of fading into the background and just belonging...
This object had gained a minor perception field (Lvl 1) which makes it more difficult to focus on for other people. So long as a reasonable excuse exists for its presence, this object will not draw undue attention and will fade from someone's memory shortly after leaving their field of view.
It was...
Not perfect. But it was a step in the right direction!
It really made the rest of the drive back home feel so much better for Alec, having a visible sign of progress after more than two weeks of feeding energy into a handful of things.
The man drove into the blighted hellscape that was Brockton Bay and carefully made his way home. He parked, slipped his bag over his shoulder and hummed to himself as he made his way up the building's stairs-
The elevator didn't work.
-and let himself into his home.
Today... Today had been a great-
"You fucker!" someone shouted, hidden from behind the door. Alec turned around just in time to get a fist to the jaw!
-10 HP!
"Whu-" Alec tried to get out, his head reeling, before someone bodily slammed him into the ground. He didn't manage to say anything else before those fists were slamming into him, over and over and over again. Alec tried to put his hands up but the person on top of him just grabbed one and pushed it aside as he hammered blow after blow into Alec's face.
-5 HP!
-7 HP!
-9 HP!
-9 HP!
The next blow landed square in the middle of Alec's face and, with a sound that was too wet for Alec's liking, his face exploded in pain and blood as his nose was broken.
"Think you're smart, huh?!" Alec's assaulter yelled as he shifted a bit to land a blow into Alec's ribs. "Think you're real smart, you little race-traitor bitch!?"
Whoever they were, they grabbed a handful of Alec's hair and pulled his face up, finally giving the man a chance to see...
Victor. With pale, sallow skin and bloodshot eyes.
"Where you been, huh?" Victor demanded, hate in his eyes. "Yuckin' it up, ain't ya? Think you're real fuckin-"
Victor may have been stronger than Alec, technically, ignoring the Gamer system making Alec slightly stronger than he actually should be, but he weighed less.
So, when Alec wrapped his arms around Victor's waist and rolled, Victor rolled with him. The skill-thief tried to fight back, but Alec dropped 25 SP and another pair of hands joined the fray, pulling Victor's arm to the side.
Another 25 SP, and then both of Victor's arms were pinned down as the two phantoms separated from Alec to help hold the Neo-Nazi down.
"Cape?! You're a fuckin' ca-hkg!" Victor's tirade cut off as Alec knelt down on his chest, all 93 kilograms (205 lbs) of him, and wrapped his hands around Victor's throat.
Victor fought, his legs kicking wildly as he tried to jerk his arms free. Alec, however, did not let go. He just stared silently into Victor's eyes, his breathing heavy and wet as Victor struggled.
Victor's struggles didn't get weaker. If anything, the man fought harder and harder as the seconds ticked by.
Alec squeezed harder and swallowed thickly.
He didn't let go when Victor's eyes finally closed and the struggling came to a stop. He didn't let go when his phantoms faded. He didn't let go until his hands hurt too much to keep squeezing.
"...Fahck," Alec whispered, his nose whistling, his vision blurry. "Fah~ck."
With a shaking hand, Alec tapped Victor's head-
And the body disappeared. Clothes and all.
With a thought, Alec opened his inventory and winced again at what he saw. A silhouette of a person took up a three by five block, basically eating the entire right side of his inventory.
Alec stumbled up to his feet and didn't bother trying to hide a wince as his head throbbed. There was blood on the floor- His blood- and he needed to, he needed to...
The man shuffled over to the bathroom, the only other 'room' in his little apartment, and flicked on the light before he leaned over the sink. Looking in the mirror, his face was an absolute mess. His entire face was red and his nose was damn near bent sideways. He reached up and touched it, to try and straighten it, but hissed in agony when he barely brushed against it.
Instead, Alec burned another 25 SP and summoned a phantom. It stepped out of him and turned around, it's face equally ruined. Unlike him, it didn't seem particularly impeded.
Instead it placed one hand on Alec's shoulder and the original inhaled deeply. The phantom roughly grabbed Alec's nose, causing the man to jerk and hiss-
Before jerking and pulling, straightening the break!
"Fuck!" Alec screamed into his arm, muffling the exclamation of pain. "Fahck..."
Leaning back over the sink as he summoned two more phantoms, tasked with cleaning up the mess, Alec looked at his reflection. He noted the snot and blood and more pouring out of his broken face.
"Ugh..." he groaned as he gingerly touched his face, tracing the contusions with his fingertips. "I know it'sh my own fault but... god damn."
The man took a long moment and just stared at his reflection, his hands trembling with adrenaline as he slowly calmed down enough to just... think. He turned on the cold water tap and grabbed a rag to try and clean his face.
He needed... he needed to know if there would be anyone else coming after him. He needed to know how much of the Empire he'd be killing in the near future.
Alec manipulated his inventory as he moved over to his bathtub and released Victor's corpse. The body dropped, though not far, and landed with a muffled thump.
That was going to be an entire issue all by itself. How, exactly, was Alec supposed to dispose of a corpse?
The dumpster behind Fugly Bob's?
Alec attempted to shake his head before abruptly stopping. That... that was not going to be a good idea. Instead, he just got to work on going through Victor's pockets.
Wallet, knife, spare change, keys...
Cell phone. A much newer, nicer model than Alec's own. He pressed the big button on the bottom and it came up with a little thumbprint icon. Manipulating Victor's cooling hand, Alec used it to unlock the phone.
Phone menu, calendar, messaging applications... Alec opened the messenger app.
Victor had... quite the list of friends. Most important, for Alec at least, was the top few. Most especially one 'M. Anders'. He tapped it and brought up the message history-
-M.Anders: Make sure you find out who sent the idiot. Keep your head on straight and remember: Revenge second! A moron like that wouldn't be directly responsible for killing Justin or Veronica.
"Ugh..." Alec groaned in pain as he read the message, a vague plan already forming in his addled brain. He reached up and brushed away the screens, pausing only briefly to read one with a big, red, WARNING written on it.
WARNING!
Your HP total has dropped below 0! In this state, your natural HP recovery is halved as you heal from your wounds. Be careful! Without HP, you are at increased risk of broken bones and damaged organs!
"...Fah," Alec groaned again as he re-inventoried Victor's corpse, then stuck the phone into the inventory next to the man. He was going to have to use it again, later.
Right now, though, Alec needed to change his clothes and get back to his van.
"Fahcking wurm," Alec grumbled, hissing in pain as he tried to be gentle with his bruised ribs. He pocketed Victor's keys and got to work, grabbing the tools he was going to need, such as a half-empty box of latex gloves he'd stolen from work. "It'sh ahlways fahcking shomething, I shwear to god..."
Two men entered and only one man left. It was not the Victor that was victorious...
You have gained: 1500 Experience!
You have become: 2500 USD Richer!
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow, and he can keep it.
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Chapter 14: Dance!
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Alec was almost three-fourths of the way back to Brockton Bay when he felt something shift. He was about to feed another burst of Investment into the van when he sensed the fragmentary potential... solidify.
It was waiting for purpose. Anticipating direction.
The man didn't close his eyes in satisfaction, certainly not while he was actually focusing on the road, but he certainly wore a shark-toothed grin as he pressed an idea into the charge-
Subtlety, subterfuge, the concept of fading into the background and just belonging...
This object had gained a minor perception field (Lvl 1) which makes it more difficult to focus on for other people. So long as a reasonable excuse exists for its presence, this object will not draw undue attention and will fade from someone's memory shortly after leaving their field of view.
It was...
Not perfect. But it was a step in the right direction!
It really made the rest of the drive back home feel so much better for Alec, having a visible sign of progress after more than two weeks of feeding energy into a handful of things.
The man drove into the blighted hellscape that was Brockton Bay and carefully made his way home. He parked, slipped his bag over his shoulder and hummed to himself as he made his way up the building's stairs-
The elevator didn't work.
-and let himself into his home.
Today... Today had been a great-
"You fucker!" someone shouted, hidden from behind the door. Alec turned around just in time to get a fist to the jaw!
-10 HP!
"Whu-" Alec tried to get out, his head reeling, before someone bodily slammed him into the ground. He didn't manage to say anything else before those fists were slamming into him, over and over and over again. Alec tried to put his hands up but the person on top of him just grabbed one and pushed it aside as he hammered blow after blow into Alec's face.
-5 HP!
-7 HP!
-9 HP!
-9 HP!
The next blow landed square in the middle of Alec's face and, with a sound that was too wet for Alec's liking, his face exploded in pain and blood as his nose was broken.
"Think you're smart, huh?!" Alec's assaulter yelled as he shifted a bit to land a blow into Alec's ribs. "Think you're real smart, you little race-traitor bitch!?"
Whoever they were, they grabbed a handful of Alec's hair and pulled his face up, finally giving the man a chance to see...
Victor. With pale, sallow skin and bloodshot eyes.
"Where you been, huh?" Victor demanded, hate in his eyes. "Yuckin' it up, ain't ya? Think you're real fuckin-"
Victor may have been stronger than Alec, technically, ignoring the Gamer system making Alec slightly stronger than he actually should be, but he weighed less.
So, when Alec wrapped his arms around Victor's waist and rolled, Victor rolled with him. The skill-thief tried to fight back, but Alec dropped 25 SP and another pair of hands joined the fray, pulling Victor's arm to the side.
Another 25 SP, and then both of Victor's arms were pinned down as the two phantoms separated from Alec to help hold the Neo-Nazi down.
"Cape?! You're a fuckin' ca-hkg!" Victor's tirade cut off as Alec knelt down on his chest, all 93 kilograms (205 lbs) of him, and wrapped his hands around Victor's throat.
Victor fought, his legs kicking wildly as he tried to jerk his arms free. Alec, however, did not let go. He just stared silently into Victor's eyes, his breathing heavy and wet as Victor struggled.
Victor's struggles didn't get weaker. If anything, the man fought harder and harder as the seconds ticked by.
Alec squeezed harder and swallowed thickly.
He didn't let go when Victor's eyes finally closed and the struggling came to a stop. He didn't let go when his phantoms faded. He didn't let go until his hands hurt too much to keep squeezing.
"...Fahck," Alec whispered, his nose whistling, his vision blurry. "Fah~ck."
With a shaking hand, Alec tapped Victor's head-
And the body disappeared. Clothes and all.
With a thought, Alec opened his inventory and winced again at what he saw. A silhouette of a person took up a three by five block, basically eating the entire right side of his inventory.
Alec stumbled up to his feet and didn't bother trying to hide a wince as his head throbbed. There was blood on the floor- His blood- and he needed to, he needed to...
The man shuffled over to the bathroom, the only other 'room' in his little apartment, and flicked on the light before he leaned over the sink. Looking in the mirror, his face was an absolute mess. His entire face was red and his nose was damn near bent sideways. He reached up and touched it, to try and straighten it, but hissed in agony when he barely brushed against it.
Instead, Alec burned another 25 SP and summoned a phantom. It stepped out of him and turned around, it's face equally ruined. Unlike him, it didn't seem particularly impeded.
Instead it placed one hand on Alec's shoulder and the original inhaled deeply. The phantom roughly grabbed Alec's nose, causing the man to jerk and hiss-
Before jerking and pulling, straightening the break!
"Fuck!" Alec screamed into his arm, muffling the exclamation of pain. "Fahck..."
Leaning back over the sink as he summoned two more phantoms, tasked with cleaning up the mess, Alec looked at his reflection. He noted the snot and blood and more pouring out of his broken face.
"Ugh..." he groaned as he gingerly touched his face, tracing the contusions with his fingertips. "I know it'sh my own fault but... god damn."
The man took a long moment and just stared at his reflection, his hands trembling with adrenaline as he slowly calmed down enough to just... think. He turned on the cold water tap and grabbed a rag to try and clean his face.
He needed... he needed to know if there would be anyone else coming after him. He needed to know how much of the Empire he'd be killing in the near future.
Alec manipulated his inventory as he moved over to his bathtub and released Victor's corpse. The body dropped, though not far, and landed with a muffled thump.
That was going to be an entire issue all by itself. How, exactly, was Alec supposed to dispose of a corpse?
The dumpster behind Fugly Bob's?
Alec attempted to shake his head before abruptly stopping. That... that was not going to be a good idea. Instead, he just got to work on going through Victor's pockets.
Wallet, knife, spare change, keys...
Cell phone. A much newer, nicer model than Alec's own. He pressed the big button on the bottom and it came up with a little thumbprint icon. Manipulating Victor's cooling hand, Alec used it to unlock the phone.
Phone menu, calendar, messaging applications... Alec opened the messenger app.
Victor had... quite the list of friends. Most important, for Alec at least, was the top few. Most especially one 'M. Anders'. He tapped it and brought up the message history-
-M.Anders: Make sure you find out who sent the idiot. Keep your head on straight and remember: Revenge second! A moron like that wouldn't be directly responsible for killing Justin or Veronica.
"Ugh..." Alec groaned in pain as he read the message, a vague plan already forming in his addled brain. He reached up and brushed away the screens, pausing only briefly to read one with a big, red, WARNING written on it.
WARNING!
Your HP total has dropped below 0! In this state, your natural HP recovery is halved as you heal from your wounds. Be careful! Without HP, you are at increased risk of broken bones and damaged organs!
"...Fah," Alec groaned again as he re-inventoried Victor's corpse, then stuck the phone into the inventory next to the man. He was going to have to use it again, later.
Right now, though, Alec needed to change his clothes and get back to his van.
"Fahcking wurm," Alec grumbled, hissing in pain as he tried to be gentle with his bruised ribs. He pocketed Victor's keys and got to work, grabbing the tools he was going to need, such as a half-empty box of latex gloves he'd stolen from work. "It'sh ahlways fahcking shomething, I shwear to god..."
Two men entered and only one man left. It was not the Victor that was victorious...
You have gained: 1500 Experience!
You have become: 2500 USD Richer!
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... The longer this goes on the more I suspect that when Al gets his powers back he is going to hit terra in the face as hard as he can (Worm is a setting that frankly getting unmade makes it NICER).
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Ah, I guess those victory messages are deceiving. Beating them does not necessarily mean you killed them.
Also, the stealth upgrades on the van honestly seem like they could become hilariously dangerous as it gets stronger. Imagine getting into an accident on the road because the other person didn't notice you were there.
Also, the stealth upgrades on the van honestly seem like they could become hilariously dangerous as it gets stronger. Imagine getting into an accident on the road because the other person didn't notice you were there.
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Go to the hospital. Use your level up point to snag Panacea's healing abilities, have your clones heal you.
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
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Othala didn't. The system said he killed her.
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- In the Depths, Lurking...
Whelp, looks like double tap is the order of the day. Don't assume the Nazi is gone, confirm it.
At some point I expect Alchemist to break the bindings put on his actual abilities and then Earth Bet will be Halp'd and Terra-tan is gonna have a bad time.
At some point I expect Alchemist to break the bindings put on his actual abilities and then Earth Bet will be Halp'd and Terra-tan is gonna have a bad time.
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so crusader might still be at least
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
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She was the only one who ate two slices of the pie. Everyone else only ate one. (Also, women tend to be a lot more fragile than men, and I don't think poison is any different.)
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you know what this means? more exp and money!
I wonder if beating alabaster before he resets and beating him again lets you infinite farm him?
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- Elsewhere
Nazis are such a pain in the ass they insist on being obnoxious even after you kill them!
That'd be Justin. According to the text Max sent Victor...
Well, Crusader be dead. Gone. Pushing up daisies. Gone to the great dog pound in hell. Off to the countryside. Insert random death euphemism here.
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
I hope so.you know what this means? more exp and money!
I wonder if beating alabaster before he resets and beating him again lets you infinite farm him?
Unfortunately, I don't think Alabaster can feel pain. I mean, Alchemist could totally make him feel pain if he wanted to use his magic, but he doesn't seem to want to do that.
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Read the message from ol' Maxie.
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cape phone with civilian identities, either amateurish mistake or he legit underestimated Alec, this alone makes the PRT able to Al Capone Kaiser and make the empire crumble due to closer looking of the
not true, most poisons work based on dose per weight, women just tend to weight less than men
but she is the healer that can't heal herself, that probably contributes more, even if other people survived she wouldn't
god a fight between two people with regeneration is ugly, my suggestion is to make them fight using sickles, they are know for especially ugly fights
not true, most poisons work based on dose per weight, women just tend to weight less than men
but she is the healer that can't heal herself, that probably contributes more, even if other people survived she wouldn't
you know what this means? more exp and money!
I wonder if beating alabaster before he resets and beating him again lets you infinite farm him?
god a fight between two people with regeneration is ugly, my suggestion is to make them fight using sickles, they are know for especially ugly fights
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
Which is a big reason why they are more fragile, yes.
[edit] Al needs to use his phantoms to increase his constitution to heal faster. It'd also increase his mental stats for his ability regen. It'd let him level up the phantoms faster, too, which would improve his stats even more.
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You can tell it's both. Kaiser warned Victor to get his temper under control, which Victor evidently did not do, which can be called an amateur mistake, then he proceeded to try and rough up Alec with the assumption that he was just a normal person, not giving any potential thought that he could be more than that.
Still not really true. 'In general' women have a lower amount mass period and muscle mass in particular. This makes them relatively more susceptible to bludgeoning then men, and less able to exert force. But exceptions exist (and aren't even necessarily that exceptional), and there is no meaningful difference in terms of resistance to being cut, stabbed, shot, etc. Fragile has a much more all-encompassing implication then is factually true, and in combination with on going gender rights/treatment issues...better to just not use it all.
As for the situation. I maintain that it's silly for Victor to have some sort of poison detection skill...but stolen EMS training and specialist physician skills? That's another matter. Once the symptoms are normally terminal, I could see him getting his body automatically roused, then him identifying a best course of action to quickly perform a self-stomache pump and/or ingest a generalized neutralizer, and he may also have been able to get to Othala in time for a regen-dose or two. He does literally live with her after-all. But Othala can't heal herself, Crusader lived somewhere else, and if Victor's skills only woke him up at night...her getting a double dose with less body mass and only getting discovered too late would almost certainly be fatal. Even with Victor's emergency attention and then immediately calling (and then getting, because they live in a rich neighborhood) for EMS.
For a second, I thought it was Alec's ex-boss Mr. Veder seeking revenge.
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So now Alec has to hide in his stranger van, rest up, and try and recover his hp to heal his injuries. Since Panacea can't heal herself, that power would be kind of worthless to him... Well outside healing someone else.
He might need to find a good tinker that can make something to heal himself, that or find a way to empower some bandages that he could empower and likely imbue with a healing property.
I wonder if he could imbue a bed with a power that lets him recover faster through sleeping?
He might need to find a good tinker that can make something to heal himself, that or find a way to empower some bandages that he could empower and likely imbue with a healing property.
I wonder if he could imbue a bed with a power that lets him recover faster through sleeping?
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
It's worm Al is probably the smartest person on the planet (and isn't that a sad fact). For example post levi Shadow Stalker on a patrol saw Skitter who of course had seen her unmasked due so ran off her route, rugby tackled her and tried to slit her throat with a crossbow bolt only to fail because it's black widow silk and the costume was full of bugs not Taylor who had somehow magiced up another costume despite the first taking her months. After using her to atk the prt base Alec used her muscle memory to unlock her phone and uploaded it's contents onto the internet feigning it and a suicide attempt as being due to guilt.
That means despite being on probation she was carrying a lethal bolt on an official patrol when she wasn't meant too have any and either her civilian phone or was using her personal one for cape stuff. Additionally said phone contained a stupid amount of incriminating stuff about her bullying campaign against Taylor enough to get her put in jail for it. I'm also not sure how true it is but the consensus in the fandom is that her probation would mean the prt has the right to just take and look at her phone whenever they want without a warrant or her consent.