Welcome one and all to my latest and hopefully last (at least for a while) attempt at a gamer...
The Gamer of Virtue
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Introduction
Welcome one and all to my latest and hopefully last (at least for a while) attempt at a gamer quest.The mechanics will be a lot simpler than other gamer quests, focusing mainly on special attacks and abilities, and probably a quite a bit less direct and obvious in its customization, but I hope that you will enjoy it all the same. Also, any suggestions on how to improve and/or add to them is always appreciated.
For almost every being capable of truly choosing its own path in life, there exists a point where they decided in their souls, if not their minds, what they kind of role they would play in the beautiful, horrible, meaningful dance we call existence. For you, that moment came in a dark, secluded room in a large apartment in New York City owned entirely by one very, very wealthy person.
That wealthy person was Charles Murthur, and he was the evilest son of a bitch you thought you would ever meet.
"Eh, kid, what do you think killed this little piggie? Did the wounds from her "sessions" finally get to her, or did her heart stop from fear when I fired up the chainsaw?"
The "kid" Murthur referred to was you, tied up in a chair wanting to look away but feeling obligated to watch the scene of pure horror displayed before you, if only to show the victims of Murthur that they weren't alone in their suffering (although the pain from the empathy you felt for them paled in comparison to the actual pain they suffered at his hands). The "little piggie" on the other hand, was a recently deceased woman who, according to Murthur, was tortured by the best in the business for over 100 hours straight. It could almost be said that it was a miracle she was alive for that long, but nothing about this nightmare seemed very miraculous at all.
You knew there was no way Murthur was going to let you out of the building alive, and there was only a slim chance that you would be granted a death that wasn't among the most painful imaginable. So, despite the likelihood of turning your slim chance of a relatively painless death into no chance at all, you can't help but scream over the roar of the chainsaw: "Why? Why are you doing this?"
Murthur turned the chainsaw off and said with a winning smile, "Could you please repeat that?"
"Why are you torturing people like this? What gives you the right?" Even as you spoke the words, you mentally berated yourself for wasting the remaining time you had on this Earth asking a question that, upon further reflection, you already knew the answer to. This man was a psychopath, he enjoyed killing and could not care less about the consequences of his actions. The truth as it turned out, was in fact much worse than that.
Charles Murthur walked over to you, and crouched down so he was eye level to you. "Well, it's fun of course to see the terror in a person's eyes, to hear their agonized screams, and to touch their cold, lifeless bodies afterwards. And it's not like I'll have any problems with the law or society. Even if I were somehow caught, I have enough money to buy off or kill anyone involved with spreading the news or prosecuting me. I'm untouchable. But, when it comes down to it, I think the real reason I like serial killing so much is precisely because of the emotional pain it causes, rather than the physical. Believe it or not, I send photographs of my victim's mangled corpses from an untraceable source a few weeks after, with microscopic bugs implanted in the photos, so I can see their horrified screams, their tears, their suffering as they realize that their precious one's last moments were ones filled with abject horror and pain. It's so...ecstatic. Of course your loved ones will be included in that net as well."
It was upon hearing that final sentence, that you prayed, to anything that would listen, not for your salvation, not even for your loved ones' peace of mind, but for you to be Charles Murthur's final victim. Of course you wanted to live, and your friends and family to be able to move on, but more than anything you didn't want this to happen to anyone else.
You never expected that you would receive an answer.
Thou hast been found willing and able to bear the mantle of the Gamer of Virtue. Thine unselfish hope will blossom into a power that will enable virtue and love to truly triumph over vice and wickedness.
As time slowed down and the message was not received with any of your 5 senses, but was rather burned into the very essence of your being, you realized that your hopes of life having meaning, of there being something greater than a lonely, pointless world, were true. And you felt joy.
You Gained Heroic WIllpower
Active Ability
AP Cost: 1
SP Cost: 5
Instantly multiplies your base physical stats by 1.5 for 30 seconds.
Equip?
You have a feeling that the only way you're going to survive is equip it. You use a recently acquired mental muscle, Equip the ability, and with some effort, break free from your bonds. You kick Charles Murthur away from you to get some distance between you and him in order to gain some time to think. Now that you're calm, your settings become clearer. You are in a room almost notable in its blandness. In front of you is Charles Murthur and the corpse of his previous victim. Behind you is a door leading out of here, but you're not sure where it leads to or whether or not it is locked.
[ ] Write-in
Try to be as detailed as you can with write-in options. Although combat is based upon stats and abilities, if you have a good strategy for how you will go about using them, especially during the early stages, it could mean the difference between life and death.
For almost every being capable of truly choosing its own path in life, there exists a point where they decided in their souls, if not their minds, what they kind of role they would play in the beautiful, horrible, meaningful dance we call existence. For you, that moment came in a dark, secluded room in a large apartment in New York City owned entirely by one very, very wealthy person.
That wealthy person was Charles Murthur, and he was the evilest son of a bitch you thought you would ever meet.
"Eh, kid, what do you think killed this little piggie? Did the wounds from her "sessions" finally get to her, or did her heart stop from fear when I fired up the chainsaw?"
The "kid" Murthur referred to was you, tied up in a chair wanting to look away but feeling obligated to watch the scene of pure horror displayed before you, if only to show the victims of Murthur that they weren't alone in their suffering (although the pain from the empathy you felt for them paled in comparison to the actual pain they suffered at his hands). The "little piggie" on the other hand, was a recently deceased woman who, according to Murthur, was tortured by the best in the business for over 100 hours straight. It could almost be said that it was a miracle she was alive for that long, but nothing about this nightmare seemed very miraculous at all.
You knew there was no way Murthur was going to let you out of the building alive, and there was only a slim chance that you would be granted a death that wasn't among the most painful imaginable. So, despite the likelihood of turning your slim chance of a relatively painless death into no chance at all, you can't help but scream over the roar of the chainsaw: "Why? Why are you doing this?"
Murthur turned the chainsaw off and said with a winning smile, "Could you please repeat that?"
"Why are you torturing people like this? What gives you the right?" Even as you spoke the words, you mentally berated yourself for wasting the remaining time you had on this Earth asking a question that, upon further reflection, you already knew the answer to. This man was a psychopath, he enjoyed killing and could not care less about the consequences of his actions. The truth as it turned out, was in fact much worse than that.
Charles Murthur walked over to you, and crouched down so he was eye level to you. "Well, it's fun of course to see the terror in a person's eyes, to hear their agonized screams, and to touch their cold, lifeless bodies afterwards. And it's not like I'll have any problems with the law or society. Even if I were somehow caught, I have enough money to buy off or kill anyone involved with spreading the news or prosecuting me. I'm untouchable. But, when it comes down to it, I think the real reason I like serial killing so much is precisely because of the emotional pain it causes, rather than the physical. Believe it or not, I send photographs of my victim's mangled corpses from an untraceable source a few weeks after, with microscopic bugs implanted in the photos, so I can see their horrified screams, their tears, their suffering as they realize that their precious one's last moments were ones filled with abject horror and pain. It's so...ecstatic. Of course your loved ones will be included in that net as well."
It was upon hearing that final sentence, that you prayed, to anything that would listen, not for your salvation, not even for your loved ones' peace of mind, but for you to be Charles Murthur's final victim. Of course you wanted to live, and your friends and family to be able to move on, but more than anything you didn't want this to happen to anyone else.
You never expected that you would receive an answer.
Thou hast been found willing and able to bear the mantle of the Gamer of Virtue. Thine unselfish hope will blossom into a power that will enable virtue and love to truly triumph over vice and wickedness.
As time slowed down and the message was not received with any of your 5 senses, but was rather burned into the very essence of your being, you realized that your hopes of life having meaning, of there being something greater than a lonely, pointless world, were true. And you felt joy.
You Gained Heroic WIllpower
Active Ability
AP Cost: 1
SP Cost: 5
Instantly multiplies your base physical stats by 1.5 for 30 seconds.
Equip?
You have a feeling that the only way you're going to survive is equip it. You use a recently acquired mental muscle, Equip the ability, and with some effort, break free from your bonds. You kick Charles Murthur away from you to get some distance between you and him in order to gain some time to think. Now that you're calm, your settings become clearer. You are in a room almost notable in its blandness. In front of you is Charles Murthur and the corpse of his previous victim. Behind you is a door leading out of here, but you're not sure where it leads to or whether or not it is locked.
[ ] Write-in
Try to be as detailed as you can with write-in options. Although combat is based upon stats and abilities, if you have a good strategy for how you will go about using them, especially during the early stages, it could mean the difference between life and death.
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Stats
The Gamer of Virtue
Level 1:
HP: 30/30
SP:0/5
AP used: 1/1
XP:0/1000
Base Physical Stats:
Strength: 5 (7.5)
Dexterity: 5 (7.5)
Defense : 5 (7.5)
Base Mental Stats:
Intelligence: 8
Skill: 6
Wisdom: 5
Equipped Abilities:
You Gained Heroic WIllpower
Active Ability
AP Cost: 1
SP Cost: 5
Instantly multiplies your base physical stats by 1.5 for 30 seconds.
Other Abilities:
Level 1:
HP: 30/30
SP:0/5
AP used: 1/1
XP:0/1000
Base Physical Stats:
Strength: 5 (7.5)
Dexterity: 5 (7.5)
Defense : 5 (7.5)
Base Mental Stats:
Intelligence: 8
Skill: 6
Wisdom: 5
Equipped Abilities:
You Gained Heroic WIllpower
Active Ability
AP Cost: 1
SP Cost: 5
Instantly multiplies your base physical stats by 1.5 for 30 seconds.
Other Abilities:
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Omakes
Update 0.1
Sorry about the lack of info in the post. My writing's still a little rusty, and it was late when I wrote it up. But to answer your questions: There is nothing else in the room other than what has been described, besides numerous bloodstains from the corpse. Charles Murthur did fall to the ground, but he still has the chainsaw.
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