level 58

On my hundred lovely legs

Age 1 year 2 months
Personality neutral
Guild Loverslorn
(chief master)
Monsters Killed about 98 thousand
Death Count 45
Wins / Losses 5 / 0
Temple Completed at 08/31/2016
Wood for Ark 28.2%
Savings 1M, 549k
Pet Heffalump Fido 29th level


Weapon mourning star +67
Shield unconscious armadillo +67
Head Guy Fawkes mask +68
Body boiler plate mail +69
Arms palm readers +67
Legs pantaloons of fury +69
Talisman ring of the lords +67


  • concrete placer level 31
  • peek-a-boo level 30
  • steel finger level 27
  • sword-swallowing level 26
  • scissorhands level 26
  • inept singing level 25
  • pseudopod attack level 24
  • spoon-bending level 23
  • oak cloaking level 21
  • powerful sneeze level 20




  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Favorite, 1st rank
  • Animalist, 2nd rank
  • Fiend, 2nd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Martyr, 3rd rank
  • Renegade, 3rd rank
  • Shipwright, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

On my hundred, metal legs, I click and I clack over all in my way. Searching, sampling, crawling, and eating all day. I don’t bother anyone, I just stay alone, for I am heading for a destination, yet where it is, completely unknown.

I saved a man along the way, he was bleeding, gasping, and crying; he spoke of another, much more important than him. Some other creature he loved, but I saw not a soul in sight, except for this man, who laid struggling and dying.

So I used my hundred legs, clacking and crawling, I went up his skin. Into his body, I welcomed myself, around his very bones, his spine, I wrapped my grasping limbs.

Now we both travel, we know not where. He becomes more silent, and I continue eating. But we depend on each other, our minds and our weak bodies we harmoniously share. Though sometimes desolate, in our unknown yearnings, for somewhere we know not where, at least we have each other, and the going has been fair.