Gary-Sue 4

level 114

✔🐙: Cogito, ergo dum

Age 5 years 9 months
Personality wicked
Guild Nautilus
(grand master)
Monsters Killed about 424 thousand
Death Count 30
Wins / Losses 631 / 44
Temple Completed at 11/02/2012
Ark Completed at 08/15/2014 (274.8%)
Pairs Gathered at 01/08/2018
Savings 26M, 234k (87.4%)
Pet Vengeful mole Dug 34th level


Weapon millennium falchion +128
Shield security question +128
Head decorative moose antlers +128
Body skinny dipping suit +128
Arms warm embracelets +128
Legs moon walkers +128
Talisman silver lining +127


  • concrete placer level 127
  • thumb beating level 123
  • effect of the groundhog level 120
  • mass effect level 116
  • bad breath level 112
  • radioportation level 112
  • fanned fingers level 111
  • palm of the panda level 110
  • winged swing level 85
  • tin throat level 65




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

Hero's Chronicles

In memory of Devildog.
And many, many thanks to SourceRunner.

Prologue: The Pride Which Goeth Before the Fall
(…or “Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is!”)

One fateful day in Godville… freshly ascended to godhood, Jimbob64 was out with some other gods his age, celebrating their ascension with a few tall, frosty glasses of ambrosia in the heavenly pub. Nothing of any real interest to the reader happened until near the end of the evening’s celebrations, when a dispute broke out between the young Jimbob64 and the most senior of the elder gods present chaperoning the group. Jimbob, who evidently had one drink too many, went and shot his mouth off at just the wrong person, and what happened next would change his life forever.

What the impetuous and very drunk young god proclaimed, loudly and at length to anyone who would listen, was that the elder gods weren’t really as great as they claimed to be, since they were in fact gods and must therefore be able to do anything they wanted with utmost ease.

Ignoring the warnings (and physical restraint) of his peers, Jimbob64 marched right up to the most senior god present, failing to notice the lightning bolt shining from within a fold of the oldster’s robes. Rashly, he proclaimed “I can do anything you can do, old man- we’re both gods! In fact, name one thing you’ve done and I’ll top it, just to prove my powers and my point!”

The older god paused a moment for effect before responding with “Something I did? How does ‘fathered the legendary hero Heracles, and made him my champion’ sound to you, kid?” Jimbob64, not taking the hint/warning for what it was, continued to press his luck, insisting that Heracles was no big deal because the guy was part god to begin with. “In fact,” he retorted “to prove how easy it is to make a hero like that, I dare you to choose any human in the world. Not only will I make him my champion, but he will be far, far better than yours!”

The old man, (who everybody on the planet except Jimbob64 has by now identified as Zeus, king of the Greek gods) muttered “You’re digging your own grave with those words, boy. Go ahead, keep shoveling, I won’t stop you.”

At a more audible level, however, the great Zeus surprised everyone present by accepting the youth’s challenge to pick out a mortal as Jimbob’s Chosen One. He had only one condition: that his challenger swear an unbreakable oath on the river Styx that he would accept whomever Zeus offered him as his champion, and not return to the godly realm until his assigned human managed to prove his status as epic hero by completing a temple for Jimbob64 that rivaled even Zeus’s own.

Anyone less drunk would’ve apologized and backed down long ago, but of course there wouldn’t be a story here if Jimbob64 hadn’t, in a fit of galactic-scale stupidity, proved himself a perfect match for his future hero by accepting Zeus’s conditions on the spot, and swearing his unbreakable oath to see the challenge through.

“There,” Zeus thought to himself as he watched the foolish young god take his leave to find the oddly-named hero assigned to him. “That ought to keep the little punk busy for a while. At least I’ll never see him again.”

And the rest is (slightly drunk) history.


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