level 58

On my hundred lovely legs

Age 1 year 4 months
Personality neutral
Guild Loverslorn
Monsters Killed about 100 thousand
Death Count 45
Wins / Losses 5 / 0
Temple Completed at 08/31/2016
Wood for Ark 30.1%
Savings 1M, 652k
Pet Heffalump Fido 30th level


Weapon mourning star +67
Shield unconscious armadillo +67
Head Guy Fawkes mask +68
Body boiler plate mail +69
Arms rotator cuffs +68
Legs pantaloons of fury +69
Talisman LOLympic torch +68


  • concrete placer level 32
  • peek-a-boo level 30
  • steel finger level 27
  • scissorhands level 27
  • sword-swallowing level 26
  • inept singing level 25
  • pseudopod attack level 24
  • spoon-bending level 24
  • oak cloaking level 23
  • powerful sneeze level 22




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