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Faction (Memberberries) New Recruit Raid Night

Steel Bladder

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Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo Cara Dorniarn Cara Dorniarn Bernard of Arca Bernard of Arca Ryv Ryv Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter Kazuhira

For the Esh-Kha player, it was a day like another, well mostly. For about as long as there has been an Alcoholic Massacre, he was amazed at the possibilities of escapism the game provided to him and he realized that sometimes, the tank didn't make a very good raid leader. Especially since, in some fights, the boss was taking up the entire tank's screen, at least when the tank held the boss. He knew that coordinating schedules with off-worlders was not trivial, so servers are usually servicing a single system. Nevertheless, with players from across the galaxy in the game, he was on the guild's VoIP server, waiting for the other players to log in, while waiting by the entrance of the yacht that will take the party to the raid of the night: Heart of the Infection SM (because he would rather not throw new guildies into the fire too quickly, while still providing some challenges to them. If he screwed up, then he would readjust for future raid nights). He was using his main, a wizard (alcohol if he wanted to DPS, in which case he would be multi-dotting. He could switch to heal or tank if needed) and he was ready to explain the fights if they didn't know them. However, in Alcoholic Massacre, staves and wands were replaced by spears, maces, axes and hammers so a player new to AM would probably be unsettled initially if they picked a caster class.

"Who here hasn't run the Heart of the Infection?" Steel Bladder asked over voice.
 
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Now this was an office! As any of the Firsts, Scherezade had been given the chance for her own office within the Tower. Though she had offices of Whimsy in other locations in the city, this was the only office she had in relations to Agents of Chaos. She'd even had one of those beds brought in, that doubled as a book case when it was folded into the wall. As for the rest? Other than a few comm controls, the only other thing she needed was a way to play games. And oh boy did she find many. Every popular console sold around the galaxy could be found there, and Scherezade had subscription to any company that sold games. The only thing that could keep someone from playing in that room, was a sour mood.

She had about half the day off, which meant that it was time to check out that MMORPG she'd downloaded, something called Alcoholic Massacre. With a few bags of cheese cubes next to her, Scherezade set to work, create her account, created her avatar (and for some reason decided to play as a Rogue Healer (and couldn't understand why that would be the thief), and started the tutorial.

Quickly passing through everything with an easy swype of her fingers, Scherezade suddenly found herself in a voice chat. Huh. Interesting, she didn't remember joining one. But then again, the avatars were so shiny, and she liked looking at the hair for the one she'd chosen. After so many millennia of games existing, and it was still so rare to find female characters with long enough hair because cropped was easier for the animators and programmers.

Someone asked a question.

Scherezade looked left, Scherezade looked right.

"Hi," she greeted whoever the heck was there, "Total noob, just installed, not sure what's going on."
 
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Needless to say getting back into Alcohol Massacre was something the engineer looked forward to. Unfortunately, she had only given her guild a heads-up that she would be missing for a certain length of time, which was the planned invasion of Kintan. What wasn't planned was the surprise invasion of Moridinae. Her sudden and unannounced absence caused the guild to kick her for inactivity. It wasn't a tragedy, but a mild inconvenience nonetheless.

Cara had nestled in the alcove of her living quarters with an electronic beat playing at a low but audible decibel. She was garbed in less than formal wear and seated on the bed, her spot a mess of papers, datapads, and wires. The current cyborg she had been designing was put on hold for a much needed caf break with a side of autopilot. She booted up the console and logged in.

Her avatar was a Scholar classed as a Summoner for some solid DPS. It was fun to detach from scientific reality, although having other beings fight alongside their master did give her inspiration for tangible projects. She met up with Steel Bladder 's wizard by the yacht.

Cara palmed the comm to select voice activity, "I've run Hearth of the Infection once before-- been a while. If we need a healer I can switch."

A delayed voice came through her comm, "Hi, total noob, just installed, not sure what's going on."

Aidee, a blue ID10 Seeker droid, brought Cara her mug of caf. She took a sip then replied, "Ohhh, a fresh face. Welcome to the Massacre, we're going on a raid."


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Kazuhira

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Kazuhira was definitely above the age of Alcoholic Massacre's target demographic. He'd overheard many of the Padawans and younger denizens of Peace talking about it and decided to research what exactly 'Alcoholic Massacre' was. The typical actions you would expect of a caring and concerned elder. He'd found himself tempted to try it after seeing some trailers and footage, not only due to his concern but also out of his own curiosity. He didn't have the peripherals that the usual video game enthusiast would, but managed to get into the game running just fine.

He'd somehow been roped in by the clever marketing to drop the credits on a 'character boost'. This allowed him to acquire a max level character and raid-ready gear with absolutely no time investment. A few minutes of looking around in the game soon turned into about two hours of playing. Even though he was struggling to accomplish anything, he couldn't deny that he was very much enjoying himself. The violence was a bit concerning, but he didn't feel as if committing virtual violence in the context of a game would put any Padawans at risk of developing violent tendencies. W
hat a ridiculous notion that would be.

Eventually, the old Chiss's character would approach another group of characters. Kazuhira was playing a Cleric named 'Jurak’azuhir’anodes2' (he'd forgotten the password to his first two accounts almost instantaneously, and took the 'name' field far too literally). He was surprised when he heard real, genuine sounding voices coming from the game. All of the dialogue in-game had been text-based up to this point, and he had heard that many people played the game all at once.

"H-Hello? Hello." "...." "Hello?" His voice made it apparent that he might not have the best grasp on the game, not just due to his confusion but also the aged quality of his voice.

"You have an infection? You might want to see a physician about that."

That seemed like such an odd thing to tell someone over the HoloNet, he thought. He was completely oblivious to the fact that he had just misheard part of the conversation. In his confusion, his character walked directly into the Rogue Healer, standing directly in the same space and causing an odd graphical error as the two avatars seemed to meld together in an odd virtual fusing. It was just a graphical error, however, one that Kazhira failed to even recognize wasn't normal.

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A recent injury had left Bernard bed-bound. Sensation in his arms had only returned to him recently, but he still lacked some of his fine motor skills; crashing a starfighter into a forest from orbit was no joke, kids. As part of the recovery process, he was required to practice several exercises specifically designed to help re-establish a greater control over the muscles in his hands and fingers. As part of these exercises, one of Bernard’s fellow padawan, a kiffar going by the name of Ryv, had approached the young arkanian’s doctors about a curious addition to the programme, which, much to Bernard’s dismay, they approved.

This exercise aimed to fulfil two different goals. One, keep Bernard using his hands and fingers for prolonged periods, and two, keep him engaged and connected with his friends. What Ryv had proposed was for the arkanian to be allowed to participate in a holo-game called “Alcoholic Massacre” for the duration of his stay in the medbay. Bernard didn’t know anything about holo-games, but Ryv’s many assurances that it was fun and the doctor’s willingness to approve it as a way to exercise his fine motor skills gave him a reluctant optimism.

Today was the first test run of this new exercise. The arkanian was set up with a holo-console, complete with whatever peripherals the Jedi Order had scrounged up, on an account Ryv had been kind enough to set up for his tech-inept friend.

The basic tutorial had gone over a majority of the most important aspects of the game. Though many of the concepts targeted at greater immersion flew right past the arkanian, he was nonetheless drawn into it, if only because the game involved numbers and those were something that scratched the arkanian’s scientific itch. Within an hour or two he had gone through a majority of the classes to determine which one would be most ideal at being most survivable.

He scoured the holonet for additional information, finding all manner of discussion boards filled with, frankly, inane discourse about which class was the best. Purely mathematically he determined the scholar’s mentalist specialization to be the most optimal damage mitigating class; it was for no other reason than a slight, unintended quirk in the current iteration of the program. This peculiarity combined a usually exclusively aesthetic racial ability with the mentalist’s passives to boost its dodge rating to a percentage which added up to an average mitigated damage well above the other classes’.

A short, brown tortoise with a pointy green hat and matching cloak strolled up to the other characters already assembled before the yacht holding a staff taller than he was. The nameplate “BernardOfArca” hovered above the tiny character and the guild tag <Memberberries> was displayed in a smaller font just underneath. The arkanian used the necessary commands to join a private comm channel he’d been provided by his friend. Even as he heard unknown voices chatter, he sat in silence as he waited for the other padawan to join.

“...”

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Ryv

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Ryv pushed open the door to his room on Peace and slid inside, allowing the door to close behind him. After a long day of work, the padawan would usually spend some time in the training rooms or studying in the archives. Unfortunately, both sections of the station had been closed off for the younglings, giving some of them their first opportunity to experience a Jedi's training. With how much effort they'd all put in helping Ryv and many of the older Jedi, no one complained. They earned it. And Ryv earned a night off for Alcoholic Massacre. It had been a few days since he last logged on, but his last few raid nights he'd been lucky enough to score the legendary Dragon's Tooth greatsword from the Den of the Cold-Blooded One's raid. The sword, coupled with the epic armor he picked up from the Warlock's Grave, boosted his stats considerably. In the PvP circuit, he'd even earned a fair bit of clout for his 24-6 record. Not the best on the server, but Carnifux_With_Me had become a recognizable name for the more hardcore gamers.

The padawan had been lucky enough to convince others within the order to pick up the MMORPG after regaling them with his tales of heroism, action, and raw power. Popping onto the server, Ryv joined voice chat and listened in for a few minutes. Hearing the chatter offered him different opportunities, usually free of commitment to a guild. The level eighty-six Paladin grinned at his screen when the two other Jedi popped into the voice chat.

"I haven't run Heart of Infection in a few weeks, but I'd be down to join," Carnifux_With_Me's mic lit up as he spoke. "Got a couple of newbies, one a cleric, the other a mentalist, who could use an easy enough raid with decent rewards. Mind if we tag along with you? You guys can split loot if you like, the only thing I ask is if the Hollow Crest drops, I can take it. The tabards stats are all I'm needing to complete my set. Bonus defenses to DOT + a bonus 10% damage boost per ally in range, and a 20% decrease to the effects of CC is literally busted. If it runs well enough, I'll probably upload it to the forums, get some of the new players the info they need to really climb the leaderboards."


 
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Steel Bladder

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"No need to switch to a healer, we have two healers on hand" he replied to Cara Dorniarn Cara Dorniarn , referring to Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter and Kazuhira. He was then interrupted by a request made by another player. "As for the Hollow Crest, while it may, in fact, drop in older raids such as the Heart of the Infection, for every boss, everyone gets a gear drop, either for yourself or for your mount"

The Den of the Cold Ones, and Warlock's Grave are some of the new content released with the latest expac, respectively a raid and a dungeon, the Esh-kha thought, while inspecting the incoming players, with the realization that Ryv Ryv , and Cara Dorniarn Cara Dorniarn are the other veteran players. The Heart of the Infection was an older raid, and even he struggled with the bonus boss of a dungeon such as the Mikhno Psychiatric Hospital, where one needed a working knowledge of complex analysis to successfully break the code. And, given who's still playing, he's not surprised that he could still be getting good money on the black market for a carry run of things such as the Depths of Gorima with bonus boss, the aforementioned Mikhno Psychiatric Hospital (whose bonus boss, a couch potato elf that dealt in electronic engineering, dropped one piece of gear per person, plus a LCD TV) on the dungeon side, or, on the raid side, nightmare-mode Sun Disk (whose signature decoration, a miniature solar powerplant that gives you a fixed stream of income once in service, is guaranteed to drop for all players after killing the last boss) or even hard-mode Heart of Infection, whose last boss drops an infected gryphon.

"As for seeing a doctor if you have an infection, I was coming to the role of the infection in the first boss' mechanics. First phase, he will throw stones which will release a virus upon impact. Once the stones are thrown, he will then summon contaminated and infected mantises, the contaminated mantises are melee, while the infected ones are ranged. Upon death they will explode and give you more stacks of infection, of which you cannot have more than 4 before you die. Because drunk enemies don't accrue aggro, while the DoTs from things such as from the alcoholic cloud are still up, they may have lowered accuracy, and more erratic movement, but it's possible a healer or a DPS could come under attack from the adds then. Needless to say, the infection stacks must be cleansed in that phase"

Also, while the alcohol wizard was the best ranged DoT spec in the game, in raids such as the Heart of the Infection, some mechanics come into play only if an alcohol wizard has attacked the boss or its adds, or even when engaging the "trash" (enemies between the bosses, of which newer content tend to have less of). In the Heart of Infection, for example, some enemies could suffer from delirium tremens, but they don't suffer from it the same: for gryphons, this would mean their defenses are lowered greatly for as long as there is a delirium tremens, while mantises would instead go berserk while in delirium tremens. Finally, for the alcohol wizard, the rotation starts with the alcohol cloud, the AoE DoT, and then the other two DoT spreads, False Happiness and Alcohol Lust, and finally proceed with the burst attacks, Corrosive Cocktail (which is actually channeled), Alcoholic Pulse, and Liquor Shot x3. Hopefully Bernard of Arca Bernard of Arca will realize what is happening. Yet, in the in-game lore, thieves go around healing with stolen medicine and antidotes.

"In the second phase, however, it is recommended to have at least 1 infection stack when the special ability of the boss is triggered: the more infection stacks you have then, the less damage you take from it. Immediately after the special attack, the train comes and you must then have the boss on the tracks; if the train hits the boss, the boss dies then - otherwise we will only be able to bring their HP down to 10%"
 
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Tag: Ryv Ryv and friends



Auteme had a bit of free time on her hands. Normally she’d spend more time studying, but lately she’d had incentive to try something else out. She hadn't been to Ryv's room very often, which was why it was so messy. Today was the day she'd help him clean up -- and by help she'd do it herself because he was probably busy doing something important.

The padawan slipped inside and immediately saw the young kiffar gaming. She had no idea what he was doing really, but he seemed awfully focused. Maybe he was tired, but couldn't he be spending his time in a better way? She normally spent her free time reading, learning more. To her, whatever this 'Alcoholic Massacre' was, it wasn't a good use of time. But maybe she was wrong. So, after collecting all of his dirty clothes in a basket, making his bed, and organizing the papers on his desk, she found herself a seat beside him to watch.

"What is this? I don't understand these games."



Some other quotes from Auteme while watching Ryv:

"Why is that woman naked? Wait, no, that's armor. Wait, is it? Looks like a bikini. Is she going swimming? Can you do that in this?"

"Is that Bernard? It's literally Bernard. That's his name. I should go check on him, he's injured."

"Holupaminute. What's that thing?"

"Why are you killing it?! It's obviously a unique life form."

"I think I could come up with an antidote to this infection thing."

"You guys shouldn't be standing so close together. You might infect your friends."

"Who are these other people? Do you know them? I don't recognize them."

"What's a Hollow Crest?"

"Wow, you're really good at pressing those buttons."

"You know, I think you can do that with the Force."




"This isn't a review of Alcoholic Massacre, this is a review of what it's like to live with someone who plays Alcoholic Massacre."

 
"Thanks," Scherezade replied with a grin as Cara Dorniarn Cara Dorniarn welcomed her.

Remaining quietly and only occasionally pushing the thumbs up button, Scherezade listened to what he others had to say. It was pretty straight forward so far; she'd played enough of these types of games before, though this was the first time she was playing the part of the healer.

Her fingers moved across her holokeyboard as she looked for the shortcuts and hotkeys, knowing that if she was going to have to fibble to get to them mid-combat, the heal would arrive too late and her teammates could die. While Steel Bladder spoke, she continued to experiment and click things. Some of the people in the party would notice their avatars light up for a few moments with the aura of her healing, though at that point, there was no reason to heal them in the first place.

Content, Scherezade opened up the tech stats, looking into mana, refillment, all the goodies that came with it. And of course - she needed to select her own weapon. Even heal bots had to sometimes fight, and she was certainly not spec'd for a tank.

"All right, I think I got the basics of it all down," she let the others know as she rearranged her most required keys into ease of access and speed. "So when are we going for this train squish boss thing? My fingers are ready."

Now, she took a moment to consider everyone's avatars. And smiled.
 

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