Chaptah time!
There will be a break after this chapter (Yes, I know that those breaks were quite common lately, but I'm currently at university and it's a semester during which I'm expected to write a BA Thesis). The break will for sure last till the end of march, and through April—though I will probably try to have some sporadic updates then—and somewhat regular updates should return in may, I hope.
Anyway, back to the story.
Welcome to the ATGMatches message boards.
You are currently logged in, SnowReh01
You are viewing:
• Threads you have replied to
• AND Threads that have new replies
• OR private message conversations with new replies
• Thread OP is displayed.
• Fifteen posts per page
• Last ten messages in private message history.
• Threads and private messages are ordered chronologically.
Topic: The Winning Team
In: Boards ► General Discussion
BuggyNuggy (Original Poster) (Verified Tester)
Posted On Apr 11th AW94:
Ever since the closed beta for "Arena of the Great" began, there was a small group of three people whose skill and experience was far beyond any of the other contemporary player. It can be easily seen from the fact that there is yet to be any victory against them reported from all the other players of the game mode.
There isn't much known about the so-called winning team, aside from the fact that their nicknames are: MineChammy09, Arch06Knight1, and SnowReh01 (with the last one of them being reported to have not played since the full release yet)
I want this thread to be a compendium of all the knowledge we have about our mysterious winning team, so if you have any information about any of the three players, or simply want to talk about your experience of playing with them, feel free to post it here.
Also, please don't derail this thread too much. We have only a few mods on this site, and I don't want to give them any more unnecessary work than they already have.
Be nice.
(Showing page 1 of 4)
►TheBuggyNuggy (Unverified Tester)
Replied On Apr 11th AW94:
don't trust this guy, everyone
he's some nobody who is impersonating me.
►SeriosGemah98p5
Replied On Apr 11th AW94:
I never had the chance to play with them as my allies but I have to admit taht playing against them had been one of the most entertaining and difficult moments i had in Sci-War in quite a while.
Those three do not joke around.
►HappyNEWby
Replied On Apr 15th AW94:
Yeh no kidding.
MineChammy09 is a beast in the forest, and i don't want to face them again
►1H8DEWATR
Replied On Apr 12th AW94:
I played with them and have to say their total babes.
Like 11/10 cuties
►XSupahChuckyX18
Replied On Apr 12th AW94:
proof or get out
►1H8DEWATR
Replied On Apr 12th AW94:
I was on they're team once my word is more than enough
►XXStephsStarsXX (Verified Tester)
Replied On Apr 15th AW94:
U HAVEN'T EVEN HEAR THEIR VOICE, U DAMNED WOMANIZER!1
YOU BARELY PLAYED WITH THEM AT ALL
►RNDPlayer29H
Replied On Apr 12th AW94:
Ohhhhhhhhh busted
►1H8DEWATR
Replied On Apr 12th AW94:
not again...
►BuggyNuggy (Original Poster) (Verified Tester)
Replied On Apr 12th AW94:
1H8DEWATR, XXStephsStarsXX, please take your fight into private message board, and away from this thread.
►1H8DEWATR
Replied On Apr 12th AW94:
Hey Im the victim here!
►Black'N'Whitey
Replied On Apr 13th AW94:
Are those guys reallt that good?
I played quite a few games of the Arena of the Great already yet I've yet to encounter any of them. The game mode is still basically brand new, so I can't picture them as being all that much better than everyone else.
►SeriosGemah98p5
Replied On Apr 12th AW94:
Trust me, those guys are monsters at the game. One of my friends had the chance to play with them during the beta, and they were good enough to literally teach him and his opponents how to play properly, drag the game for an hour, and then still win in the end.
It's like they already have years of experience in this game.
►Black'N'Whitey
Replied On Apr 12th AW94:
U can't be serious.
End of Page. 1, 2, 3, 4
(...)
In the personal gym of the Schnee family, sounds of clashing steel and incredible struggle were echoing.
More often than not, such a noise would have meant that the oldest daughter of the family, Winter Schnee, was currently borrowing the gym for some personal training outside her school. While the Atlas Academy might have been one of the only four huntsmen academies in the whole world, it wasn't exactly up to the standards the Schnee held themselves to. If someone of Winter's expertise and position really wanted to improve, then the Schnee gym was a far better option.
This time, however, the person using the gym wasn't Winter.
"You're doing incredibly well, Weiss." The middle-aged woman—who was the Schnee family's exclusive combat instructor for a good two decades now—praised the current heiress of the company. "If you only unlock your semblance on top of that, then I'm sure you will be able to protect yourself from any form of attack."
Weiss huffed tiredly.
"I'm still not strong enough."
The instructor raised her eyebrows at Weiss's declaration.
"Why would you think you're not strong enough?" The instructor asked. "I can assure you that you are already far better than any random thug or bandit who would want to target you for your money. The only people who could realistically pose a threat to you are full-fledged huntsmen, but I'm sure that in time even they wouldn't be impossible for you to fight against."
Weiss scoffed quietly to herself.
If she was weaker than huntsmen, then logically she was weaker than grimm as well; most of the huntsmen did die during their mission when fighting grimm, after all. She was still too weak to reliably take care of her friends in the future, too.
The life that she wanted in the future—one in which she could be with her friends and live safely—required a lot of strength from her, and she needed to work hard to obtain it.
A sigh escaped her instructor.
"Please don't tell me that you are also planning on turning your back on your family like your older sister, Weiss." The middle-aged woman pleaded. "You know how furious your father was because of that. Do you really think he will allow a second child to escape from him after that?"
Weiss turned her attention away from the teacher.
Sure, her plans for the future might go directly against the ideas her father might have for her, but that didn't mean that she's not going to accomplish them. It wouldn't be the first time she would be going against her father's wishes, anyway.
"I don't think you want to hear my answer, Miss Schwert." Weiss said, still avoiding eye contact.
A loud groan echoed through the room.
"Your father is going to fire me after this whole fiasco, isn't he?" The instructor mumbled before sighing. "Alright, prepare yourself for a spar, Weiss. I might not be able to convince you against your decision, but I'm not going to let you go into the world untrained."
Weiss's face brightened.
"Does it mean-?" She didn't dare to finish her question.
"Don't worry, I will keep your plans for the future a secret from your father." The instructor rolled her eyes. "Now, quit talking and start sparring. We don't have much time before our lesson ends, after all."
Weiss nodded with a smile before raising her weapon for a fight.
The instructor smirked.
"Come at me, Weiss."
She didn't make the woman wait. After a quick breath, she immediately pushed herself forward, dashing towards the middle-aged woman with her weapon already in the middle of a thrust.
Her weapon, Myrtenaster, moved as swiftly and gracefully as a sharp needle, flying directly towards the weak spot of the enemy.
There was no way anyone would have been able to dodge that!
A scoff appeared on her instructor's face.
The thrust—which Weiss had tried to deliver—was smacked away from its target with minimum effort.
"It's far too simple." The instructor said. "You can't attack in such an obvious way, Weiss. I'm pretty sure that even the most basic grimm, such as Beowolf, would have been able to defend themselves from it."
A slight grimace found itself appearing on Weiss's face as she recovered from the parry and looked upon the middle-aged woman in annoyance.
"Try again." The instructor taunted with one hand.
Weiss huffed.
Alright, if the thrusts she practiced on these lessons weren't enough, then she would simply change to using slashes and counters. They might not have been the best choice of attacks when using a weapon like hers, but they certainly weren't simple.
She aimed her weapon a little bit lower.
Although she was still going to start with a simple thrust to close the distance, with the way she was preparing her weapon, it would be incredibly easy to continue her attack with a slash or cut right after that.
The teacher looked at her with a barely noticeable smile on her face as she observed what she was doing with amusement.
"I see you're moving up to slashes right now." A chuckle left the middle-aged woman. "It wasn't quite what I meant when I said that your attack was too simple to be effective, you know?"
Before she could even raise her eyebrows in confusion at the words of her teacher, Weiss saw the woman instantly charging at her with her own basic sword at the ready and an excited smile on her face.
It was so sudden that she couldn't stop herself from instinctively taking a step back.
"Don't retreat!" The teacher shouted while swinging her sword.
Weiss gritted her teeth as she watched the approaching slash, panic spreading through her.
If it hit her directly, she would no doubt lose quite a bit of her Aura, as a result. There were only so many hits she could take before it broke, and she was already tired from all the training she had up until this point.
The worst thing was that she didn't see a clear way out of the blade's way, as it was already too close for her to reliably move away from its path.
What was she supposed to do!?
The blade closed in on her, getting so close that it was practically touching her shoulder. It appeared that it was already too late to dodge or block it, even if she actually had a way to safely do that.
No matter what, she would end up getting hit!
Suddenly, a realisation hit her, and she immediately pushed her weapon forward, towards the face of her teacher, with all of her strength.
"Woah!" The teacher shouted in surprise as a rapier blade just brushed past her, right next to her right eye.
It was not a beautiful or refined move—Weiss was also pretty sure that her father would scoff at it and call it unfit of Schnee if he were to see it—but it couldn't be denied that it worked exactly as she intended.
The moment both her and the teacher's attacks finished, she noticed her instructor falter a little before jumping back to make some distance.
"I have to say, I didn't expect you to be so willing to trade blows with me, Miss Schnee." The middle-aged woman said with some respect in her voice. "I thought that you wouldn't be able to bring yourself to do it."
Weiss smirked.
"In that case, I'm glad to surprise you, Miss Schwert."
It was true that usually she tended to avoid things like trading blows or getting non-clean hits on the enemy during her combat lessons. Those types of non-perfect trades weren't fit for Schnee, after all.
The only thing that actually allowed her to try such an attack this time was nothing else but the game mode she helped make with her friends.
Despite the incredible complexity of everything around it, the combat itself was blatantly simple in 'Arena of the Great'. In fact, it was so simple that it was almost impossible to have any fight there without trading basic attacks at some point. It was something she often complained about—or asked to be changed—to her friends and Knight's sisters, but sadly, there was no way to make it better while using Sci-War as its basis.
In the end, it was the fact that she had been forced to trade attacks so often in the game that made her capable of accepting such a trade in a real fight as well.
If she had no such experience, she probably would have panicked during the attack, taken it cleanly, and tried to retreat back right after. It probably wouldn't have worked anywhere near as well as the attack she had just done.
A smile formed on Weiss's face.
Fights between huntsmen and huntresses weren't all that different from the games she had experience in.
"I see that you're ready for a real fight then, Miss Schnee." The instructor said with a grin before stretching her arms a little. "Let me stop treating it like a controlled spar and teach you how to survive a real fight!"
Both her instructor and she dashed at each other with wide grins on their faces as the standard combat lesson turned into one of the more enjoyable experiences Weiss had during her lessons in quite a while.
It was a pity that it wasn't going to last for too long, though.
(...)
No matter how hard she tried, Weiss couldn't remember the last time her muscles hurt half as much as they did right now.
As it turned out, going head-to-head with her combat teacher in a fight where everything was allowed was an incredibly easy way to put all of her muscles through a workout intensive enough to be painful.
She was pretty sure that she was feeling pain in some muscles she had never known existed.
It was gruelling.
There were still a couple of lessons she had to attend before having the chance to relax and play with her friends, too. If she remembered her timetable correctly, she still had three more lessons, to be precise.
A quiet groan escaped her.
Why couldn't there have been a rule that prevented her from attending some lessons if she was too tired from the previous one?
She sighed, knowing the answer full well.
It was because she was a Schnee, and she couldn't have any flaws or weaknesses as a result.
The Schnees were perfect, regardless of the situation.
At the very least, the lessons ahead of her weren't too tiring, and she could probably ignore the physical tiredness she was feeling right now quite easily. There wasn't going to be a lot of movement expected of her, anyway.
The most that she would be expected to do would most likely be play some instruments during her music lesson.
Of course, it would only be the case if she wasn't about to be unfortunately surprised by it again. There was no telling whether her music teacher would sign her up for another concert now that she had already given her first one.
Weiss stopped in front of the door to her music classroom.
Regardless of whether she was about to be forced to perform another concert in the future or not, she would learn about it very soon.
The music lesson was about to begin.
She knocked on the door.
"Please hurry up and come in, Miss Schnee!" The happy voice of her music teacher welcomed her into the room. "We have a lot to talk about regarding your musical career, and it cannot wait until our next class!"
A shiver went through her.
It had been barely a month since the last time her teacher sounded so happy about something, and she sincerely hoped that the reason for his attitude wasn't the same as the last time.
Not a single full day had passed since she performed her concert; she really didn't want to focus on preparing another one so quickly after it ended.
She still had to properly catch up with her friends!
The teacher must have noticed her worries as she opened the door, because the moment she entered the room, he merely smiled at her kindly and gently pointed towards one of the chairs for her to sit down on.
"A-Am I not going to be singing anything today?" Weiss couldn't help but ask as she sat down on the chair.
"There's no need to practice anything today, Miss Schnee. We will be just discussing things instead."
Weiss shifted in her seat a little.
"Don't worry." The teacher raised one of his hands in assurance. "I'm not about to say that you're scheduled for another concert anytime soon. You won't need to stress about anything like that."
The feeling of relief washed over her.
There was no way she would have accepted having to sacrifice the limited time she had for playing with her friends again so quickly after she had already performed her very first public concert.
Her fame might have been considered significant by her father, but her friends were far more important to her personally.
"May I ask what we will be talking about, then?" Weiss prodded.
The smile on her teacher's face widened.
"We will be discussing your performance yesterday, of course!" The teacher said. "There's so much to discuss, Miss Schnee, and we have only an hour to do so. I'm sure that you're incredibly excited to learn just how you can improve, aren't you?"
Weiss stayed silent.
In all honesty, she didn't particularly care about any critique or advice she might receive about her performance. If her concert was good enough to satisfy her father, then it might as well be perfect, as far as she was concerned.
It wasn't like she was practicing music out of passion, anyway.
The teacher sighed at her lack of reaction.
"I see that you're quite confident about your performance, Miss Schnee." The teacher mumbled. "While I agree that being confident in yourself is an admirable trait, I will unfortunately have to disappoint you a little bit today."
Weiss raised one of her eyebrows.
"Are you saying that my concert was substandard or inadequate in any way?"
Her teacher's eyes widened momentarily in panic as he heard her question.
The man was most likely fearing the repercussions of suggesting that Schnee wasn't good enough, in his opinion. While there technically wasn't anything her family could do to him because of something minor like that, it didn't stop him from fearing her father's scorn.
"O-Of course not, Miss Schnee." The teacher waved his arms frantically in his defence. "I wouldn't dare suggest that your concert was bad in any way. At most, I would only dare to claim that it wasn't exactly special."
A visible scoff appeared on Weiss's face.
It was a pity the music teacher wouldn't have been the only one facing Jacques wrath if that opinion were to escape this classroom.
She would have probably been punished for sullying the Schnee name as well.
"Alright, I understand that my performance wasn't perfect." Weiss said with a loud huff. "Your job is to make sure that I get better at singing and playing instruments. If the only way to accomplish that is by criticising my concert, you can criticise me all you want."
The face of her teacher brightened a little.
"I always knew you were more reasonable than your father, Miss Schnee." The man praised. "When I tried to raise the same issue with your father before our lessons, I almost lost my job here."
Weiss rolled her eyes.
"I'm different from my father."
The music teacher nodded his head rapidly, visibly happy that she wasn't mad at him. It almost felt as if the opinion she had of the man was more important for him than his responsibility as her teacher and her own wellbeing.
A quiet sigh escaped her.
It was moments like these that reminded her just how lucky she was that none of her friends knew her real identity.
Although, deep in her heart, she really hoped that it wasn't actually the case, it was clear to her that she likely wouldn't have been able to form such friendships with her friends in the first place had her friends known who she was beforehand.
It was terribly difficult for ordinary people, and people like her, to become friends.
"Please tell me what was wrong with my concert." She requested, cutting the previous line of thought before it could worsen her mood even more. "It is the thing you planned on doing for this lesson, right?"
The music teacher nodded his head for the final time.
"Yes, it is, Miss Schnee." The man said he was happy to be able to do his job. "First things first, I want you to know that despite all of my criticism, the concert you gave was still perfectly fine as it was. It was especially good considering that it was your first real performance."
Weiss groaned quietly before tuning out all the meaningless chatter of her teacher.
Why couldn't her teachers ever simply get to the point?
That tendency to beat around the bush was so annoying that she was almost glad her combat teacher had managed to deduce her plans for the future so easily earlier. There was at least one person willing to be honest with her.
The music teacher raised one of his fingers.
"There's one thing I have to point out, however." The man said with a serious expression on his face.
Weiss turned towards the teacher, her attention back on the words he was saying. Finally, the man was beginning to say things that were worth paying attention to. It took only a couple of minutes to get there.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Your concert clearly wasn't designed as a performance." The teacher said.
Weiss raised her eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
The teacher pulled out a sheet of paper from behind him.
With a quick glance, Weiss noticed that the titles of all the songs she was made to create were written on it. The ones she had sung during the concert were outlined, and there were a couple of notes written all around the paper as well.
Had there been an issue with her song selection?
She mentally shook her head.
If there were any issues with the songs she had chosen, then the teacher would have stopped her from choosing them in the first place.
"The songs you chose to play were all more simplistic and easier to prepare than the majority of the ones you didn't take." The teacher pointed at all the outlined titles. "On its own, it wouldn't have been a huge issue; however, you also played all of them in the exact same order they appeared on the list."
Weiss looked at her teacher.
Did things like the order of her songs really matter here?
"The way you sang everything made it feel less like a proper concert and more like a test you expected to be graded on." The teacher explained. "It simply didn't feel like a proper concert a musician would give."
Weiss found herself struggling to care about the words of her teacher.
The Atlesian elite wanted to listen to her singing, and her father wanted to brag about her musical capabilities. As far as she was concerned, she had managed to deliver on both of these fronts without any issues.
It wasn't like anyone aside from her knew anything about music back then.
A loud huff escaped her music teacher.
"I know that you probably don't think of it as a big issue. You're probably annoyed that I'm even bringing this up here." The teacher raised his hand to prevent her from interrupting him. "It is an extremely easy thing to notice for anyone well versed in music theory, however. Sure, none of the people who were present for your first performance probably noticed anything off about your concert. The moment you go fully public, though, the critics and all the people more in tune with music will certainly see your shortcomings."
Weiss looked at the teacher questioningly.
Okay, so her concert wasn't a masterpiece that would have been enjoyed by absolutely everyone. It wasn't a big deal; she didn't care all that much about her musical career anyway.
What did it mean for her future, though?
The music teacher once again looked at her with a serious expression on his face.
"I have terrible news for you, Miss Schnee. It is highly possible that the next concert you give—which will happen sooner or later—might end up being your final one." The teacher said seriously before trying to lighten the mood a little. "Of course, it will only be the case if you don't improve by then."
It took all of Weiss's strength to not immediately brighten in happiness at her teacher's words.
Didn't that simply mean that she wouldn't need to prepare for any stupid concerts after she failed the next one?
That was the exact opposite of terrible news! That meant that once her next performance went badly, she would almost certainly have a lot more spare time to spend with her friends playing video games!
With such a future ahead of her, there was no way she was going to do anything to improve her concerts anytime soon.
"Do you understand what I'm saying, Miss Schnee?" The teacher asked. "If you hope to continue your musical career, then you have to rethink how you package your concerts from now on."
Weiss nodded her head stiffly.
"Of course, I do understand, sir." She said, trying to hide her real thoughts as hard as she could. "I will be sure to heed your advice and improve my performance as much as possible."
The music teacher laughed, confident in Weiss's conviction to become a better singer.
"Don't worry about it too much." The teacher waved his hand slightly dismissively. "Simply treat your concerts less like an exam and more like a proper performance instead, and you should be fine."
As the words of her teacher reached her, Weiss made sure to note the advice in her head.
It would certainly help to remember it for the foreseeable future. Although she would most likely end up going against it instead of following it, She might have to appear like she's following the advice anyway.
She did want her musical career to go according to her plans, after all.
(...)
Ilya couldn't help but groan quietly as she tiredly walked back to the single internet café that felt more like a home for her nowadays.
It had been another day of hard training for her, and she was beyond glad that she even had the chance to train like that in the first place. Although she had never really confided this to her friends, she did feel rather worried about their dreams of attending Beacon in the future.
Despite the fact that she was the one who came up with the idea of all of them going to that school, she was probably the least prepared for the life of a huntress out of all three of them. While Snow had the proper training from professional teachers who knew what they were doing and Knight had his family to fall back on when it came to the life of a huntsman, she was basically a common civilian with no proper training.
Sure, she might have known what Aura was—which was something that Knight didn't know somehow—but the most she could do with it was protect herself from natural hazards like falling rocks or swaying trees.
It was hardly something huntress-in-training worthy.
A soft sigh escaped her as she passed by another valley on the way to the internet café.
There wasn't much she could do to help her odds at attending Beacon as an orphan in Remnant's least kind city. Even if her parents were alive today, they wouldn't be able to help her much with the current issue, either.
In the end, she was simply the daughter of a poor miner couple.
The old and battered welcome sign of her favourite place in the world made itself visible to her as she entered the street where the internet café was present. Despite the fact that this café was probably the most popular internet café in the entire Mantle, it was clearly in need of some renovations in the near future.
The old appearance did make it feel quite approachable, though.
At this point, she was pretty sure that she visited this very place more often than her family home. She was starting to suspect that the old owner of the café considered her something akin to a foster daughter, too.
It would explain why the man never bothered to ask her to pay or why he spoke to her so casually.
As she approached the door to the café, a warm feeling spread itself throughout her body. If she were to be honest, she didn't particularly mind how important this place had become to her. Not only did this café allow her to connect with her two friends, but it also felt a lot safer than the rest of the city.
She subconsciously bit her lip as she remembered how the last trip she made to her family home a couple of days ago almost ended up with her being coerced into joining the White Fang.
Thankfully, she had managed to convince the recruiter that she wasn't a good fit for a member.
While she didn't actively hate the pro-faunus organisation—it would have been quite counterproductive, considering that she was a faunus herself—it didn't necessarily mean that she was willing to actively join it.
There was no doubt in her mind that joining the White Fang would have resulted in getting scolded a lot by her friends.
Knight and Snow could be such worry-warts for her sometimes.
With a small smile on her face from thinking about her friends, she opened the door to the café.
A quiet chime echoed through the floor, signalling that someone had entered the building.
"Welcome back, Ilya!" The old owner welcomed her with a cheerful tone.
Although usually it would have been impossible to know who exactly entered the building based on a single chime alone, the fact that the internet café was technically already closed meant that it was easy to identify her.
As far as she was aware, she was the only one who had permission to enter the café after its closing hours.
With her smile not leaving her face for a single second and even widening more instead, she happily trotted into the building.
"Is everything connected, Mr. Spiel?" Ilya asked as she passed the older man. "I don't want to waste any time today because Snow came back just yesterday, and we still have to catch up on many things."
"Yes, everything is ready to play, Ilya." The old owner said with a kind smile on his face. He already knew about her friends and how important both of them were to her. "Simply turn the computer on, and you should be able to log in with no issues."
Ilya laughed, excited, as she sat down in front of the computer.
"Thank you!" She shouted to convey her gratitude.
"You're welcome!" The old owner shouted back.
Ilya didn't shout back this time, focusing solely on the screen before her instead.
In spite of the fact that they played together the previous day, she simply couldn't wait to talk to her friends again. When there wasn't really anything nice going on with her life during the monotonous days of her training, every evening of playing video games with her friends was an event she simply couldn't miss out on.
With a single press of a button, the computer turned on, and she grinned.
It was time to meet her friends again.
And cut!
Weiss probably won't become some rock star, and Ilya won't be joining a terrorist organisation, it's what the power of friendship does to people.
Aside from that I didn't really had that much plan for the chapter, so I hope it turned out alright.
Also, I might be doing the whole ATGMatches/PHO/Forum bits every now and then, at the beginnings of chapters they are fun to write. Let me know what you think of that(or not, I'm not goignt o force you to do anything).
Anyway, that's it for now.
See ya!