Hmm. Over 100 Favorites? And Reviews? AND Follows? Madness!

But another chapter for shattering my ridiculous preconceived notions about the internet!

Perfect Lionheart: The skateboard would require a lot of skill to dodge debris from pavement hurls and avoiding random detritus in alleyways. Plus, for most of the fight, the Legion Zombie only moved at walking speed and Jee-Han's using buildings to obstruct its progress means he didn't have to hurry. He would've used ranged weapons in-between [Spiraling Energy Bolt] assaults if he had one or time to make one. Finally, I meant freshman finals.

Ruvian: He probably won't buy anyone from the auction. Primarily because I, and by extension Jee-Han, believe slavery is wrong, but also because there's no telling what tracking devices they have on them. The idea could be used in later chapters, though. But he won't ever be buying a sex slave just to own a sex slave.

Arafell: I'm a Dresden fan myself and the idea is tempting, I'll admit. But Jee-Han's probably going to use a little more finesse than Harry the "Destructive Savior".

Exim Black: Remember the Chunbumoon's divine technique? Don't give up hope!

Maragon: It probably wouldn't happen until Jee-Han learns about illusions and how to make them. Which will be a couple chapters after the manhwa introduces them or I come up with a good system.

NorthSouthGorem: *mysterious grin*

kffs: There's no real point to using [Stealth] on the zombies; Jee-Han's trying to LVL UP, which requires either defeating enemies or completing quests. And the zombies, even the Legion Zombie, are pretty easy to kill if you hit the head, negating the need for stealth attacks.

CVMReud: Hoo boy, that's a lot of reviews. Alright, in order from when you posted them, here are some answers. When was the last time you played an RPG where the hero started higher than LVL 1? It's a cross between discovering and inventing new Skills; basically, if he's offered to name it, he's created something new in the Ability's framework. Finally, he hasn't created a dodge Skill, yet. The closest he's come is [Acrobatics], which isn't very good at avoiding anything that can't be jumped over.

To all those with questions about the [Ghost Flame] Skill, it will be examined here.

Also, this is my first foray into semi-serious storytelling here. So tell me what you think!

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Dialog Cheat Sheet

Emphasis

Game Text if centered

[Activating game ability]

SHOUTING

Cutting someone o- short

*sound effect*

Written word if centered

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I actually got home at a decent hour! Now I can actually plan out my studying for maximum effect, rather than just cracking the closest book and memorizing.

Mom's fallen asleep on the couch again, sad to say. After shaking her awake and pointing her to her room, I climbed the stairs to my room, collapsing in the desk chair. What to do, what to do?

Well, my INT is above average, compared to the people in class. I mean, class rep might have over 70 INT, but she's one of those "lower than a 95 is an F" people. Well, I assume there are more of her out there, because I've certainly never met them. I, personally, am just hoping for an above average score total, with excellent grades in Math, Science, and English to counter the atrocious History, Korean, and Physical Fitness I know I'll receive.

But aren't my STR, VIT, and DEX now only below average? And [A Gamer's Body] should help immensely in physical pursuits.

Gah, fuck it. I need to focus on History and Korean. I speak it pretty damn well, but my handwriting and written grammar is definitely not up to par with my English. And my specialty is US History with a sprinkling of world history, not Korean history. Before being run over, the only thing I knew about Korea was that the North was supported by Russia, the South was supported by the UN, and China helped push UN/South Korean forces to the current boundary.

Once again for emphasis. Gah, fuck it.

So, the study plan is this: work my shapely ass off cramming History and Korean, with the last day poring over some Biology, scientific history, integrals, and the finer points of English comma usage.

I have a couple hours before midnight, better get cracking.

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Okay, now that I listen to what Do Gi-Hyun's saying, it's pretty obvious freshman finals are coming up. I just tuned him out because he also teaches physics, the one subject I'm absolutely sure I'll ace.

Damn my self-confidence.

Well, whatever. I know now, thanks to Sun-Il's offhand remark, and so I can study for it.

I wonder what Redhead's going to do for finals. Is she taking them or skipping, since she joined so late in the year? I suppose it doesn't matter, since I have to take it, regardless.

Well, now Teacher Do's giving some sort of lecture on… testing methods? Bud, I already know everything I need to about taking test; I don't need your ass-istance.

… That was awful. I need something to distract myself from that. How about looking at my latest Skill?

"Skills."

I tapped [Ghost Flame] and looked at the description.

Ghost Flame (SUSTAINED)

LVL: 1

A pale blue flame that illuminates an area. It is held in the palm but doesn't give off heat.

Range: 10 M

Range? Oh, range for the light. So it's like a hand-held Magelight from Skyrim with a cooler animation? Neat. But, since it's sustained, I'll have to give it a chunk of MP every so often to keep it going.

At least it didn't gain some sort of attack property, since it's really nothing more than diffuse, fireball-shaped mana that gives off light, rather than a sphere of fire-natured mana. I'd be freaking out if it did something like that, since I designed it to hold almost no offensive properties whatsoever.

It's still neat. Just slightly less so than a blue ball of fire.

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Just another minute…

I watched the old analog clock, eyes filled with anticipation, ignoring Agent K's monologue about the various ways to determine which element a radioactive sample is. The end of the school day was almost up and I wanted to kill the Legion Zombie again. See, it only takes a couple hours to kill one, less since my [Spiraling Energy Bolt]'s LVLed. So, since I'll burn out in a day if I spend all my free time studying, I can go out and pump INT whilst gaining items and winding down. Great, am I right?

I'll temporarily stop putting points in INT if it reaches 50 before finals. Wait, will it?

Lessee, about 1 LVL UP every 2 days, finals in 20 days, so 10 LVL UPs. Thus, 50 stat points. So, yeah, I can get to 50 INT pretty easily. Shit, even if it takes 3 days per LVL UP, I'll still get 30 stat points.

And, hell, that's disregarding any points earned from slaying the zombies required for Legion Zombies. That could fuel an extra 2 LVLs on its own.

So, new study schedule: school, then Legion Zombie farming, then studying, then sleep. Then repeat ad nauseam. Wait, ad nauseam is only for discussing topics. Okay, replace that with ad until finals are over.

So school's over, now. Time to go with part 2 in my Master Plan. Bwahahaha!

"And where do you think you're going?"

Shit. What does Agent K want?

"Home, I suppose. Unless I run into Sun-Il on the way out."

Pretty accurate, just missing a few stops I'll make.

"After we finished talking. As I mentioned earlier."

Double shit. I don't remember him asking for a word after class.

"I must say, Han, I expected to find many of my Illusion Barriers collapsed after speaking with you earlier last week. Yet I find not once have I needed to reestablish one. Care to explain?"

What? Oh, right, when I renamed him from MiB to Agent K. Good times, good times…

I jumped when Agent K cleared his throat and glared pointedly at me behind his sunglasses. Or, at least, I think he did.

"Ah, I discovered how to make my own Illusion Barriers to spend time in."

"That doesn't answer my question. And, if you're going to lie, they become much more viable when the lie is believable."

Ow. Implied criticism, my one weakness. How did you know? Getting back on track, how the hell doesn't that answer your question?

…

Oh. All that does is reduce the possibility I won't run into his Barriers, not eliminate it. Guess I got the Idiot Ball there.

"Dumb luck?"

Idiot! Why'd you add the question mark!?

"Why did you phrase that as an inquiry?"

See!? Even Agent K noticed it! Come on, think fast…

"I… don't… know?"

Wow. I-I'm done with you. Sing the American National Anthem for all I care. Nitwit.

…

I am insane on an almost superhuman level. Should I be proud of that?

"It's a… fad? Amongst young adults such as I?"

Agent K bored into my eyes, probing my soul for evidence of my veracity. Unfortunately, if he even found the shriveled-up thing, all he would find is a series of disturbing masturbation fantasies and a declaration of love for PC gaming. At least, that's what I assume is there. The reality is probably far more different.

"Very well. I will be watching you."

I guess whatever he looked at, if he looked at anything besides my own magnificent chocolate orbs, made him believe me. Yay.

Quickly, before he could ask another question, I swept out of the room, almost slamming the door behind me. Phew. Tha- the hell's this?

The LVL of [Deception] has gone up by one.

So that makes it LVL… 7, I believe. Nice to see I'm vastly superior at lying than persuading. But how am I to LVL UP [Persuasion]? If I ask Sun-Il to practice on, he won't believe anything I say, nor will he ever be really swayed to my position. And if I don't ask, he won't really want to debate me and I don't feel like habitually lying to him for Skill training. Catch 22.

Well, [Deception] LVLed when I kept a poker face a couple days ago, right? So maybe I could LVL [Persuasion] by reading the mood.

Fuck. I'm doomed.

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"Hey, did'ja hear?"

I paused in my escape of the local district's scholastic prison when an abnormally loud voice pierced the afterschool din.

"About? You gotta give me more than that."

Thanks to the second voice, I was able to locate the conversation's source. It came from two seniors dressed almost hilariously ruffian-like. Beanies, chains, false tattoos, the works. The one who started speaking wore a faux leather jacket while the other preferred a hoodie without the sleeves to show off his impressive musculature. Oi, I can notice that kind of stuff while remaining straight.

I think I'll call them Jacket and Hoodie, respectively.

"About the haunted apartment."

"Again, you gotta give me more than that. There's, like, 10 haunted apartments in my neighborhood alone. Too wide an area for me to pinpoint one specific rumor."

These are pretty un-delinquent-like delinquents. Then again, I've never heard a delinquent, so for all I know, they could be the baddest motherfuckers in the Northwestern Pacific. But I doubt it.

"The one on Gwangnaru-gil."

That's a pretty crappy apartment complex, if it's on a -gil street. Small streets end in '-gil' while larger ones usually end in '-ro', '-no', or '-lo'.

"Oh, that one. Yeah, no idea where that is or what's said to happen there. Since when do you care about so-called 'hauntings', anyway? Ain't you a skeptic in the supernatural?"

"Look, one of my buddies-"

"Buddies? Have you been seeing other friends behind my back?"

Fair question. Cheating on a bro like Hoodie is serio- Bwahahaha! I couldn't even keep an even tone on that one!

"Yeah, sure. I didn't want to bring this up now, but I'm leaving you for another man. Would you kindly shut the fuck up and listen?"

Hoodie gave a small noise of assent. How the hell am I hearing this? They're, like, 10 meters away. That's well out of earshot for me normally, not to mention there's still a fair amount of background chatter.

Oh, right. Game. Nothing has to make sense.

"Like I was saying before a certain asshole interrupted, one of my buddies lives next door. He told me he heard banging on the walls all day, even though the apartment wasn't rented. When he went there to tell the squatters to back off, there wasn't anyone there. And, when he was leaving, he was beaned in the back of the head by a clock."

Normally I would call bullshit, but that clock throw might've been something supernatural. You know, now that I know things like zombies and ghosts exist.

"Ouch. Is he still living there?"

"Hell no. He moved out the very same day, even left most of his shit behind. Which is why I told you this. See, he asked me to bring it over to his new apartment, but I don't want to box and lift all that stuff alone."

"More like you don't want to go near that apartment alone."

Amen, brother.

"Shaddup. Anyway, will you help me? You have those big, freakish arm muscles."

They aren't exactly freakish so much as unusually well-sculpted, by the way.

"Will you pay me?"

"Aw, come on! We're bros, right?"

So someone else follows the bro code. Or my internal translation from Korean to English has a few quirks to iron out.

"First off, no. Second off, I'm not doing this kind of work without hazard pay."

"Please? It's only on the second floor."

And now I have the details necessary for an investigation. I wonder when the quest popup will appear? Because it's obvious the game wants me to go there.

A quest has been created.

Now, apparently.

Quest Alert

Investigating a Haunting

The Gamer has heard rumors of a haunting on Gwangnaru-gil. Investigate and deal with the problem.

Time Limit: NONE

Reward: UNKNOWN

Failure: NONE

Accept Decline

I'll hit Accept, my studying can be put off for a day.

Now, where is this apartment complex?

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Wow, that's three times I've asked for directions and three times I was glared away. Assholes, the lot of them.

Anyway, thanks to a few maps on bus stops, I managed to guesstimate my way to the complex in question. It was a squat building, almost devoured by the neighboring structures. While the street wasn't overflowing with trash, it certainly wasn't remotely clean, either. Now, standing in front of the building (I think), I ask myself: what the fuck am I gonna do?

Well, I suppose a logical first move is to see which apartments aren't rented right now. Then, after winnowing out the ones not on floor 2, I'll probably only have one or two places to check. Or I could just follow the mentioned thumping. It would be a bit more inconspicuous and less likely to get a shitty apartment foisted upon me.

Yeah, let's go do that instead.

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Fortunately, my improved VIT of 8 means I no longer need to rest after every couple floors of stairs, meaning I can get right to investigating. Unfortunately, the reported banging has failed to materialize, even after several minutes of searching the dingy halls.

So maybe asking down at the front desk was the best way to go after all. Damn.

Just as I turned to leave, a short series of loud… noises echoed through the hall. It wasn't so much a banging as what I imagine throwing a soggy mass of overcooked spaghetti noodles wrapped around a rock at a wall would sound like. Pretty nasty. Also hard to pinpoint. The only thing I got from that burst of noise was that it came from around the corner. Time to put on my work clothes.

"Inventory."

I figure this minor breach in reality isn't enough to trigger some kind of payback, since there's no one around to watch.

I quickly dragged the duster's icon to my character model, letting the clothing appear in a dull flash of light. Properly attired, I strode down the beige hall and rounded the corner to find… another hall, exactly like the first. No dark aura surrounding a door, no alien tentacles, not even a neon sign pointing out the correct apartment.

Okay, maybe the last one was a little silly. And overly-hopeful.

As soon as I finished that thought, the spaghetti-covered rock's sound came again. This time, I was able to discern it was… further down the hall, but not around the corner. The latter was mainly because there wasn't another corner. Man, my hearing sucks.

Hmm. Upon further examination, one door in particular has several pieces of intricately-carved graffiti covering the face. If the apartment was occupied, the landlord would probably pay for a replacement door. And whoever created said carvings probably wouldn't have dared to do soif the apartment hadn't been unoccupied for so long that no one thought it would ever be rented to anyone.

I think I've found my first subject of investigation.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, I felt something. It was… odd, to say the least. The best way I can describe the sensation is forbidding, almost. A warning to go away or face dire consequences. Just as soon as I got a handle on the sensation, it vanished, leaving me mentally reeling.

A skill has been created through a special action.

Really? Is this some sort of sensory Skill?

A skill to detect supernatural energies, [Energy Sensing], has been created.

I was right. What does it do, exactly?

Energy Sensing (ACTIVE/PASSIVE)

LVL: 1

Allows the user to detect mana, ki, and other energies. One can release a burst of mana to increase what is detected or give more information about what is detected.

Range: 5 M (20 M)

Huh. A combination skill. I suppose now I can tell when an Abyss person comes within 5 meters of me naturally. And the mana burst thing, I suppose, acts like echolocation, which means it can be detected if I'm not careful. Damn.

Now that I got [Energy Sensing], I could feel the hidden malice that'd been eating away at me the moment I entered the floor. Considering the absolute, mindless hatred I imagine I could sense from behind the door, I was kind of wary about opening it. Or even using [Energy Sensing] actively.

This calls for some drastic defensive measures.

First, I mentally prepared myself to punch the living (or unliving) daylights (or nightlights) out of whatever happened to startle me at the time. I didn't pull out my last spear because I would be fighting in an enclosed space, and because it might break on me.

Second, I took a couple steps to the left before opening the door.

The door almost blew off its hinges when I finished turning the knob. As it was, one hinge was torn out of the frame. I'm not sure what caused the force, but I'm pretty sure it would've taken a pretty chunk of HP if it'd connected. As the door bounced off of the wall, the malevolent presence disappeared. Or maybe it retreated farther in the apartment, I dunno.

Either way, I can't leave now that my curiosity's piqued.

Before I took a step, I heard a squelching before a wet plop echoed through the halls. Spinning around, I noticed a lumpy mass at the foot of the wall across from the apartment door. Judging by the wet spot on the wall, that was what caused the door to fly open. As I got close to it, I could feel a bit of residual anger clinging to the noodles. Wait, noodles? And is that a rock I see peeking out of the noodles?

Holy cocksucking shit. I was right about what caused the sound! Anyway, disregarding the question of why a ghost would throw a rock wrapped in spaghetti, back to business.

When I crossed the threshold I could feel… something. This [Energy Sensing]'s not being very specific, is it? Either way, something happened when I entered the apartment. Oh, what's this?

The LVL of [Energy Sensing] has gone up by one.

Sweeto! Gah, now I feel like old perverted master.

Back on track, the apartment was a mess, dirty plates stacked precariously on every flat surface (and several dishes that weren't); darkish stains covering the floor, walls, and ceiling (blood?); and a miasma of rot and decay emanating from… everywhere, really. Oh yeah, there was also a spiral staircase peeking out of the corner way back in the entrance. Which tells me this is either an Illusion Barrier or some kind of four dimensional shape. What do they call them…

Tesseracts?

Yeah, this place's an apartment-shaped tesseract. Great. Now, if I were some kind of evil, humanity-hating ghost, where would I be? Kitchen? Nah, and that decision has nothing to do with the smell. Living room? It would appeal to my sense of dramatic irony, but no. Up the spooky stairwell that grows more ominous as time passes by? You bet your sweet ass I would! Plus, I can sense that ghost's trail disappearing in the direction of the staircase.

I nervously licked my lips and crept cautiously to the stairwell, scanning around and behind me with both eye and Skill. As it turned out, the spiral staircase was in its own little room, bare concrete contrasting with the aged wood. While the stairs continued down as well as up, the way down was blocked off by a tasteful arrangement of broken furniture and rough wooden planks nailed into the railing. I wonder if it was the apartment's former inhabitant or the resident ghost that cordoned the downstairs addition?

The only way's up, it appears. Joy.

The first step I took caused a horrendous screeching, enough to wake the dead. Hopefully they won't kill me immediately. Fortunately, the second step was much quieter, as was the third and fourth. That makes me think the first step was made intentionally loud to alert the occupant to intruders. Or just some weird idiosyncrasy of the staircase.

Regardless, I reached the second floor without further incident. And let me tell you, this floor was weird. Rather than the filthy, yet modern apartment below, the second floor was decorated in the style of an old English mansion that hadn't been attended to for several years, judging by the dust. Dark wooden paneling and greed carpet dominated the décor, both covered by that not-so-mysterious dried fluid. When I turned around, I saw the remainder of the stairs were torn away, leaving the upper landing shrouded in darkness. As I trod on the musty carpet, I realized that the lighting was provided entirely by the various oil lamps scattered through the level. Quaint.

Hmm, well, there were two paths before me: the right-hand corridor and the left-hand corridor. Both had equal traces of the ghost's trail. Decisions, decisions. Dare I use the active [Energy Sensing]? If I do, I'll just alert the ghost even more than I already have, if that's possible. And if I don't, I have a 50/50 chance of guessing wrong. Put like that, it's an easy choice to make.

"[Energy Sensing]."

When the last syllable left my lips, my awareness of the world skyrocketed. I could tell which path the ghost had gone down. I could tell it was confused at my persistence. I could feel a faint human presence somewhere in the apartment. I could sense the Undead sneaking up behind me…

Throwing myself in a roll, pulling myself up off my ass afterwards, I turned back to see an armored Zombie pulling at a rusty, large-bladed ax stuck in the floor. I would wonder how it snuck up on me, but I'm starting to think all zombies possess [Stealth] at LVL 100.

"[Observe]."

Zombie Squire LVL: 22

HP: 1600 (1600) MP: 200 (200)

An old walking corpse. Though the flesh has rotted, a previous life of harsh training and constant battle has given this undead an unnatural resiliency. In addition, its age has allowed it to recover some of its previous fighting skills and instincts.

Oh shit. The armor'll mean I'll be lucky to do half damage to the Squire, and the regained fighting skills means it'll be harder to cheese my way to victory. This means I need to use actual skill to beat this thing.

"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."

The mana construct lanced out, burying itself into the Squire's helmet. Unfortunately, it was merely dazed for a moment before charging at me. Alright, tough guy, eat this!

"[Energy Burst]!"

Wha?! It blocked my hit! Sure, the ax handle dented under the blow, but come on!

"[Energy Burst]!"

Thankfully, I can hit things with both hands! The zombie's head snapped back, the body jerking backwards, unfortunately not falling over yet.

"[Energy Burst]!"

Now it did. Time to finish it off.

"[Energy Burst]. [Energy Burst]. [Energy Burst]. [Energy Burst]. [Energy Burst]. [Energy Burst]."

Phew. What's the HP?

"[Observe]."

Zombie Squire LVL: 22

HP: 781 (1600) MP: 180 (200)

An old walking corpse. Though the flesh has rotted, a previous life of harsh training and constant battle has given this undead an unnatural resiliency. In addition, its age has allowed it to recover some of its previous fighting skills and instincts.

Only half? Really? Tha- GAH!

I was launched back by what felt to be a several dozen kilo bit of metal travelling at a respectable fraction of 100 KPH. As one might imagine, it hurt like a bitch. I returned the favor with a barrage of [Spiraling Energy Bolt]s.

"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]. [Spiraling Energy Bolt]."

"How ya like me now, shithead?"

I was a bit frustrated, sue me. Fortunately, my act of temper knocked the Squire down, again. I rushed at it so I could lay into it with a series of [Energy Burst]s.

"[Energy Burst]. [Energy Burst]. [Energy Burst]. [Energy Burst]. [Energy Burst]."

I jumped backwards, avoiding the retaliatory blow. Apparently, the Zombie Squire could shake off the effects of Stun and Knockdown after a few seconds, giving it the chance to hurt its attacker. It would've been really nice to know that earlier. How much HP does it have left, anyway?

Zombie Squire LVL: 22

HP: 9 (1600) MP: 180 (200)

An old, walking corpse. Though the flesh has rotted, a previous life of harsh training and constant battle has given this undead an unnatural resiliency. In addition, its age has allowed it to recover some of its previous fighting skills and instincts.

Cool. This'll be easy.

"[Spiraling Energy Bolt]."

And once more does our exceedingly handsome challenger overcome the obstacle! Can anything stop him!?

Ahem. Wait, what's this?

The LVL of [Energy Burst] has gone up by one.

The LVL of [Unarmed Mastery] has gone up by one.

The LVL of [Spiraling Energy Bolt] has gone up by one.

The LVL of [Observe] has gone up by one.

The LVL of [Acrobatics] has gone up by one.

Awesome. That makes their LVLs, uh, 6, 7, 11, 11, and 2, respectively. Nice. Did the bastard drop anything, perchance?

Why indeed it did!

I picked up the piece of paper, clinically noting the reddish spots flecking the edges. I'm pretty sure bloodstains are going to be a running theme, here.

Dear diary,

Ugh, I feel like a teenage girl seeing that topping every entry. Unfortunately, it came prewritten as a header, so the only way to get rid of it is to scratch it out. Too much effort. The only reason I'm even writing this is because mom'll be crushed if I don't use her gift. I'm not going to ask how she'll know if I don't. She can be so clingy, sometimes. Ever since dad died, she hasn't left me any moment of privacy outside of the bathroom (as far as I'm aware). I guess it's her way of coping; she really loved the guy, even if he wasn't around all that much. Come to think of it, I have no idea what it was he did for a living.

Anyway, I finally moved out! Got a place of my own, a pretty big apartment. Kind of dirty, and the neighborhood's not so good, but it's only a 15 minute commute to work including traffic! You can't put a price on that convenience! Except, you know, I just did. The deposit wiped my savings, but the rent afterwards is cheap as dirt, so I'll hopefully be able to feed myself, pay bills, and have a bit left over for whatever.

The door has some weird marks on it, though. I suppose the apartment's been abandoned for a while, now. I'll ask the landlord about replacing the door in the morning. Right now, I'm absolutely exhausted hauling all my crap up a flight of stairs. Next time I'll splurge on some movers.

Wow, what a momma's boy. Still, I have a feeling he was the last tenant who lived here. And that his vacancy in the apartment wasn't entirely by choice.

Spooky. I wish I had some Scooby Snax right now.

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I was planning on including another Legion Zombie fight, but then I replayed Vampires: the Masquerade for the umpteenth time, just finishing the Ocean House Hotel. Best haunted location I've ever seen in a videogame, let me tell you. And then I got this bright idea.

Comments, questions, concerns? Tell me by typing in that fancy box down there. Keep your flames to yourself, please. Though, I suppose if I pissed you off enough to get a flame, you probably wouldn't listen to my ANs in the first place.

Name: Han Jee-Han

Title: Apprentice Undead Hunter

Class: The Gamer

LVL: 13

XP: 1010/13000

HP: 146/200

MP: 273/365

STR: 8

DEX: 12

VIT: 8

INT: 40

WIS: 20

LUK: 7

Points: 0

Money: 500450W