Hero

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Switchblade

level 57

On my hundred, metal legs

Age 1 year 1 month
Personality wicked
Guild Loverslorn
(recruit)
Gold about 5 thousand
Monsters Killed about 92 thousand
Death Count 45
Wins / Losses 5 / 0
Temple Completed at 08/31/2016
Wood for Ark 24.3%
Savings 1M, 375k
Pet Heffalump Fido 27th level

Equipment

Weapon sword of irony +66
Shield unconscious armadillo +67
Head Guy Fawkes mask +68
Body boiler plate mail +68
Arms ultimate arm equipment +66
Legs Pandora's boxers +66
Talisman medal of horror +66

Skills

  • peek-a-boo level 29
  • concrete placer level 28
  • steel finger level 27
  • inept singing level 25
  • sword-swallowing level 25
  • scissorhands level 25
  • pseudopod attack level 23
  • spoon-bending level 22
  • tin throat level 21
  • somersault squatting level 20

Pantheons

Might16834
Templehood20174
Mastery6863
Taming2013
Survival1966
Savings6464
Destruction944
Arkeology7109
Unity539
Popularity47

Achievements

  • 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.