Risura had limited use for alchemy, as his weapons were his fists. His only need for the combination mechanic of the game was to make gear to make the process of fighting in hand to hand easier. He'd used various items he'd gathered in the long dark streets of LoDaL to upgrade his outfit, so now the outfit, the Cure All Coverings, healed his body much faster, increased his physical power slightly, and acted as a durable armor. It wouldn't do well against sharp, targeted attacks, but so long as he didn't give the enemies time to think, he'd be fine.

He'd also combined a crystal he'd found with his flashing, creating a much more powerful light source, able to illuminate up to thirty feet of the thick, almost tangible darkness that strangled his land. Until exploring, he hadn't even known how many buildings there were, the shadows making them impossible make out. Granted, the newt-like consorts of his land weren't exactly helpful. Every building he found seemed to be a bar or comedy club or some variation, all the consorts laughing their asses off at nothing in particular.

He tried multiple times to figure out what the hell they were going on about, resisting the urge to suplex the laughing morons into the bar stools. The teachings of his good book spoke against such things. There was no need for it. He supposed Dustine would probably have liked his planet, laughter was basically his thing. He would never understand the odd, clown based religion, but if it made Dustine happy, he could tolerate it, even when it conflicted with his own faith.

Shaking his head of these thoughts, he went out to look for some enemies, wanting a little more grist to hopefully alchemize a way towards progress. He listened carefully, shutting off his natural jade blood glowing so he vanished into the darkness. His eyes adjusted quickly to it, and he saw that a Crude Ogre was approaching. It had scorpion pincers, twin hooked tail, a sharp beak, and reptilian, crocodile legs.

Risura aimed his crystalline flashlight to a nearby post. The street lights on the Land of Darkness and Laughter admittedly didn't seem to do much at all on their own, but he'd discovered an interesting feature of their seemingly empty lights. He flashed his light at it, and it began to project that light in all directions. The Crude Ogre wasn't close enough to be blinded by the light, but it did focus on it instead of Risura, unable to see the beam of light connecting the flashlight to the post from the brilliance it was letting off.

The Crude Ogre rushed forward, its tail raising and slashing through the base of the post, pincers snapping the length of it into three pieces. Risura sprung into action, leaping from the ground and grabbing the ogre's tail by its hooks. Planting his feet on the ogre's chest, he used its own weight against it and pulled it down, essentially flipping the Crude Ogre and bashing its head against the ground.

He quickly moved, keeping hold of the tail as he grunted with the force of pulling it. With one powerful pull, he was able to jerk the body of the Crude Ogre in one direction, then use the momentum to begin spinning with it before letting go, causing the ogre to go flying into the air. With some difficulty from the darkness, Risura watched the ogre fly, fall, and dissolve into grist as it landed in the street.

Collecting the grist, Risura figured he should ask his teammates and/or friends (since the separate teams thing didn't really seem to be a real functional part of the game, and he was sure people on the heroes team would help him if he asked) if they knew what he should be doing other than bashing monsters about. He took out his Grubtop after a nice roll with his Dice Modus and started messaging.


Valtina hadn't seem much combat since appearing on the Land of Glyphs and Ruin, evidently in the 'ruin' section of things. There'd been a few Mercury imps right at the start, then not much of anything as she trekked across the wide expense of dirt, stone, and dead grass that seemed to make up large swaths of LoGaR's surface. Whenever she did come across an enemy, they were never one of the ones that had inherited plant-like features from her sprite. Even villainous plant life couldn't survive in the wastelands of LoGaR it seemed.

But this only made her more curious about the G in her lands name, the glyphs. Unless she was mistaken, glyphs were a sort of magic writing, or something to do with magic at least. She wondered if she would be developing magic powers during this game. If she did, she sincerely hoped they weren't to do with creating more wasteland, as she'd been on LoGaR less than a day and was already sick of looking at the place.

For this reason, when she saw signs of actual plant life, hell, of life in general, she started full tilt sprinting towards it; though she blushed lightly from the thought that if one of her friends had seen her do it, it would probably have looked like she was just fixated on being around plant life. Nevertheless, she ran forward, seeing what looked like a town surrounded by the only non-dead plants she'd seen on her planet; lush green grass, colorful flowers, healthy looking trees, the works.

And at the very edge of it, a gang of four grey Dust Imps and one bulky lime stone ogre. One of LoGaR's consorts, a defenseless humanoid snake-like boy who'd probably just been attempting to gather food from the planted section of the land, had been caught between the monsters, and was about to be hurt. Valtina's pitchfork was thrown and embedded in the ogre's eyes before it could attack, her Sawvel coming down onto the first imp's head, cutting it down in seconds.

The other three imps were on her in seconds, but she hadn't rushed in recklessly. A burst from her weed killing spew kept them at a distance, as even if they didn't have plant features, poison was still poison. Face mask on to protect her, and her spare given to the consort boy, Valtina rushed through the poison smog she'd let out, jamming her Spade Knife into one imp's throat driving her drill sheers through the back of another, and giving the third, which did in fact have plant features, another burst of weed killer, sending it to the ground.

She hurried to the ogre, Sawvel cutting through its right leg as it pulled the pitchfork from its eyes, bringing it to the ground. Drill sheers between the eyes finished it off. She collected the grist and waited for the poison to fade before going over to the consort boy and helping him up. Seeing a wound on his leg, she reached out, wrapping her gloves around it. Energy flowed from the Pedal Palms, or at least she assumed it was from them, and healed the boy's wound. He smiled up at her, "Thank you so much, how can I ever repay you?"

Valtina smiled, "Mind telling me what exactly is happening on this planet?"


Mutosi was getting bored with her planet. And not just because it was composed of equal parts features hot as fuck desert and boring cathedrals where her camel consorts preached about BS that made no sense. She could tolerate that if the combat weren't so fucking boring. She supposed it was her fault at least partly, as the majority of the enemies had some animalistic feature in them, and her natural brown blood communing ability gave her complete control over any animalistic enemy, letting her turn them on any that weren't.

Because of this, she was able to rapidly upgrade her broom with various items, making it less of an ironic statement and more of a brute force weapon; not that anyone would be able to know. It still looked like a normal, slightly frayed broom.

As she considered challenging herself by going into battles without using her communing powers, she decided to take a break, finding a corner of shade being cast by one of the cathedrals-as going inside would mean listening to more camel preaching-and opening her Grubtop to do a little chatting.

[MighWay has entered the chat]

LS: dammit, was hoping to be done before she logged out X:(

B2F: I warned you not to jinx it, now look where you are.

PN: Could have been avoided with direct messaging; you were practically baiting it.

MW: And what exactly are you talking about that you didn't want me around,

LS: why do you assume there would be a specific reason not to want you around? you're just unpleasant generally XXP

MW: Book loving bitch,

B2F: Hey, calm down, we're in an alliance remember? MW, LS was just trying to get a few opinions on what to do on his planet.

MW: Pff, What, Fucking lost, Just start glowing,

LS: first of all, it's too fucking dark for even me to light up with my charming self. second, even if i could, i've got no idea what the objective of this game is, so it wouldn't help X:X

PN: From what I've seen, I think all our lands have different objects based on what's on the planet. I can already tell mine's probably gonna involve restoring the life to this half dead rock of a planet.

MW: You got a farming planet, Fucking great

LS: she doesn't mock your bs social justice, no need to mock her plant skills.

PN: Agreed, but please don't temp an argument. I can only tolerate so much pitch courtship.

MW: What?

B2F: Please, just because we aren't as smart as OP when it comes to this stuff doesn't mean we don't know what's going on. You're both so pitch for each other you can't even see it.

LS: please, that's ridiculous. if you wanna point fingers for obvious quadrant baiting point at PN.

PN: Me? What the fuck for?

MW: Bitch don't even, I've seen you talk to FS, And I could feel the pale lady-boner through the fucking screen,

PN: That's crazy! He's just a friend.

LS: who comes to your house at regular intervals to hang out and talk about stuff he doesn't talk about with anyone else, even OP.

PN: He's just there to help me cut down the trees that get to big! Any conversations we might have had during that time were coincidental.

B2F: Okay, not to gang up on you, but come on girl, I've seen your garden, it's fucking wild, but not even its trees re-grow to the point of needing a lumberjack weekly. You're totally diamonds for the mafia boy~

[ProduceNinja has left the chat]

LS: might have pushed a bit too much.

MW: Ya fucking think,