level 60

On my hundred lovely legs

Age 1 year 6 months
Personality spiteful
Guild The Forsakens Lament
Monsters Killed about 111 thousand
Death Count 48
Wins / Losses 5 / 0
Temple Completed at 08/31/2016
Wood for Ark 39.9%
Savings 2M, 105k (7.0%)


Weapon spam grenade +69
Shield shield of invincibility +69
Head helm of overwhelm +71
Body custom skin +72
Arms rotator cuffs +69
Legs pantaloons of fury +71
Talisman LOLympic torch +70


  • concrete placer level 35
  • cri de coeur level 34
  • peek-a-boo level 33
  • inept singing level 29
  • sword-swallowing level 29
  • steel finger level 27
  • strike of the rabbit level 27
  • pseudopod attack level 27
  • powerful sneeze level 25
  • winged swing level 24




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