Hero

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Crayfish

level 70

Ambivalence before all!

Age 12 years 6 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 163 thousand
Death Count 111
Wins / Losses 66 / 65
Temple Completed at 04/02/2013
Wood for Ark 51.7%
Savings 3M, 188k (10.6%)
Pet Hyper lynx Sneezy

Equipment

Weapon nunchuckle +83
Shield language barrier +79
Head crown molding +80
Body reversible Mobius jacket +79
Arms ion fists +79
Legs stalactights +79
Talisman albatross necklace +79

Skills

  • eye scream level 60
  • inept singing level 53
  • oak cloaking level 50
  • palm of the Panda level 48
  • beer belly level 43
  • scissorhands level 40
  • death by snu-snu level 35
  • full throttle level 35
  • self-cloning level 29
  • tooth sampling level 25

Pantheons

Might19129
Templehood6473
Gladiatorship9851

Achievements

  • Honored Renegade
  • Animalist, 1st rank
  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Favorite, 1st rank
  • Careerist, 2nd rank
  • Champion, 2nd rank
  • Hunter, 2nd rank
  • Invincible, 2nd rank
  • Martyr, 2nd rank
  • Saint, 2nd rank
  • Shipwright, 2nd rank
  • Moneybag, 3rd rank
  • Raider, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

The Beginning

I sprang out of a small river playing a conch one frightful autumn afternoon at 13:02. The pebbles on the beach whispered “Crayfish”; I did not know what to make of it. Not more then a second later I was struck by inanimate visions of spiraling rainbows and a booming voice said “I am your God!”, and continued “You shall call me Bouncing Balls.. err.. Avenging Barometer.. no.. Swirling Brigadier.. hmm, that’s no good.” I was confused and amused, but terribly underwhelmed. A half hour later, filled with booming mumbling, the sky(?) cleared it’s throat and proclaimed “You shall call me Kvartersakuten! Yes, Kvartersakuten!”. I thought fuzzily to myself, “no use arguing with an ambivalent booming sky voice, is there? Even if that name makes no sense what so ever, better say yes.”; so I said “Yes! Semipotent skygod Kvartersakuten! I shall serve thee until you need me no more (or until my bubbly god complex grows into a blossoming tree of fear and spawn)!”. And with that I was left standing bracingly on the beach listening to the pebbles chanting “Crayfish, Crayfish, Crayfish” in canon while a slightly larger stone wearing pink gloves took three steps back…