Bilgamesh 4

level 100

G-G-G-Guild Name!!!

Age 7 years 8 months
Personality gentle
Guild Guild Name
Monsters Killed about 453 thousand
Death Count 197
Wins / Losses 60 / 55
Temple Completed at 10/22/2012
Ark Completed at 06/20/2016 (249.3%)
Pairs Gathered at 01/30/2019
Savings 13M, 829k (46.1%)
Pet Terror bull Boo 28th level


Weapon Sword of a Thousand Truths +110
Shield surge protector +111
Head industrial military complexion +109
Body trenchcoat of arms +110
Arms warm embracelets +110
Legs spurs of the moment +110
Talisman amulet of false hope +110


  • strong brow level 110
  • palm of the Panda level 108
  • cobweb gulp level 103
  • thumb blowing level 102
  • liana-eyebrows level 100
  • steel finger level 83
  • explosive character level 82
  • unbearable boredom level 78
  • pathological honesty level 68
  • spoon-bending level 62




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

Hero's Chronicles

knock knock::

Bilgamesh put down his clay iPalm and cocked his head at the front door.

knock knock::

“Uhm… okay,” he muttered as he pulled back the ox-skin curtain that covered the front archway. “How did you knock on a ox-skin curta…” His voice stalled in his throat.

In front of him was nothing. I mean nothing. No visitor. No rutted mud pathway. No sleepy Mesopotamian town. No horizon. No sky. Nada. Nothing.

Gilgamesh? A voice intoned from the Nothing.

“Uhm, no… uh…”

Gilgamesh? The Nothing repeated. I have a package for one Gilgamesh.

“Uhm… he, uh… he’s not here. Something about questing. A long one. I’m his son.”


“Can I help you?” the lad asked, carefully peering around the corner of the archway. The nothing was making his head swim. If nothing else, it was far more interesting that the iPalm he had been poking on all morning. Clay just wasn’t much fun after it hardened.

I… really need Gilgamesh. The voice sounded nervous. I mean, it’s important.

“Not here.”

But I have a package for one Gilgamesh

“Still not here.”

Are you sure? What’s your name?


Close enough. Sign here.

Blinding white pain rapped him on the inside of his skull. He fell to his knees.

And here.

Crimson lightning raced up and down his spine as he gasped silently in horror.

And finally, here.

Rainbow droplets of liquid metal erupted from his eyes as he shivered in strange ecstasy.

Good. Come with me.

“I… I don’t think I can leave,” Bilgamesh exclaimed after finding his voice somewhere near where he thought his liver used to be. “I mean, when dad gets back…”

... he’ll understand. You’re doing him a favor, really. Trust me.

The humble wood and adobe home faded into more of the Nothing.


You’ll be questing. Just like your dad. Kinda.