The Death Thread


#1526

i needed 7 wis to get 5/8

FUCKINg DECA


#1527

My beautiful son, you were so young but full of life. Going deep was in your nature but alas one day, you went too deep.

I think of you every day my son.


#1528

That’s not an 8/8 grave tho :confused:


#1529

Read his chat.


#1530

oh okay, i thought he meant the grave next to it


#1531

Walked almost tangent to an ice sphere explosion on the way to 1st.


#1532

The only detahs worth sharing I have


#1533

FTFY


#1534

sry im bad at editing pictures


#1535

So, yesterday i was in a castle with this one guy (@Medusies)
And he got his first ever 6/8 in that castle.
Then some guy made a joke about him getting killed by a key of light.
That exact same castle (2 mins later) this happened

the next day, i saw him in game.
This happened.

RIP HIM


#1536

The statues claim another life…


#1537

Rip man, saw your grave.


#1538

I saw urs too

We saw each other die
;-;


#1539

Gather around young ones, and let me tell you a story of woe. Nay, a story of tragedy. Nay, a story of grief that goes so deep down into my roots it has become one with me, one with my soul and my very life filled bones. It is a tale of despair, of darkness and evil, 'tis a tale of a beautiful light being snuffled.

4 years and 204 days in the past, a child was birthed into the Realm. A feeble babe, named Medusies, unknown to most, but loved by those who knew him. He lived a life of ignorance, knowing nothing of these ‘statistics potions’ and whatnot. He lived a life of bliss.

Until one fine day, when he quested into the mountains, as a proud level 20, to fight the Fallen Gods of the Realm. He collected fame whilst cleansing the Realm, as he usually did. Spotting a creature that needed to be cleansed, he quietly approached the being. It was a monster of pure hideousness, something that most referred to as ‘Flying brains’. He fought a hard battle, but the dark, twisted creature wore him down. Desperate, he started running backwards, shooting in front of him, pitifully hoping to kill the foul, malevolent creature. Unbeknownst to him, he had entered a vacated home of the Kage Kami. He sought refuge in the trees, and after great difficulty, slew the deathly creature. Suddenly, a magical blue bag appeared in the spot where the monster had been. He approached it, curious to see what this enticing, silky bag contained. To his sheer delight, he had discovered his first statistic potion, the Potion of Attack.

This intrigued our young adventurer, and for the next few years he collected these potions, or ‘pots’, and drank them. He occasionally maxed a stat or two, but our player was so inexperienced that he often died shortly after his ‘maxing’. He would then assume a new, equally brave, yet equally inexperienced form, and repeat this vicious, horrendous process.

The more he repeated it, the more he became accustomed to it. The more he learned of the life as an adventurer. He banded with several others, made many friends along the way, and made many enemies. Such was the life of this adventurer. Simple, repetitive and sweet.

Time passed. The adventurer grew more serious. More quiet, more reserved. More determined. No longer was he the innocent blue star that questioned everything. He was now a red star, a rank that was coloured like his rage. Bright, red hot, and could turn enemies to dust. He stalked the lands, decimating all that crossed him. He focused on maxing 6 of his stats, to make him even stronger.

After what seemed like centuries, he had nearly reached his goal. He had to drink one speed potion, and that would be it. He would be a 6/8. 4 years and 203 days after that feeble babe had been birthed, that same babe now stood, strong, confident, and determined. Filled with hatred for all of Oryx’s minions, he chose to do battle with Oryx’s Door Warden, Sir Janus.

This knight had collected a dye for his shield from the Ivory Wyvern Dragon itself, what had he to fear? From a single one of the Puppet Master’s theatres, he had collected both small and large Jester cloth dyes, and the Legendary Prism of Dancing Swords. What had he to fear? He had collected a flawed yet beautiful staff, that most refer to as ‘EP’, from Limon the Sprite Goddess herself. What had he to fear? He confidently strode towards the entrance of Sir Janus’ domain, where he met a fellow adventurer, @AshOfDeath . This adventurer bartered with Sir Medusies, and provided him with the last ingredient he needed to achieve his goal.

With one mighty gulp, Sir Medusies drank that last potion, and he entered a new state of euphoria, which can be referred to as 6/8. Ecstatic, he roared in his pleasure, and demanded that Sir Janus come out for battle. Others jested, saying that Sir Janus might best this fresh 6/8 with one of his deadly Keys. Sir Medusies jested along, as some cracks began to appear at the entrance. Sir Janus’ voice boomed throughout Oryx’s castle, as he thundered “You thrash His Lordship’s castle, kill his brothers, and challenge us. Come, come if you dare.” Every adventurer was suddenly on their guard. The final battle was to begin.

Sir Medusies sauntered in, confident of his abilities, as he should have been. Most of this battle was a group effort, pushing Sir Janus through his phases. Then came the deadliest phase. Sir Janus, wounded, yelled with renewed effort “I AM THE DOORWARDEN! YOU SHALL NOT ENTER!” This is when things started going wrong for Sir Medusies.

Sir Janus came straight for Sir Medusies. Everyone else escaped to safety, as they watched with shock the private battle that ensued between Sir Medusies, and Sir Janus. Sir Janus faked a shot left, then lunged to the right, cutting a decent chunk of Sir Medusies’ health. Sir Medusies countered by running straight towards Sir Janus, whilst Sir Janus’ shots were still being fired.

Sir Medusies dealt massive amounts of damage with his Skysplitter sword, the gold handle cutting into his own hand as much as the lapis blade cut into Sir Janus. Sir Janus, enraged, fired several shots in Sir Medusies’ direction, which would normally result in immediate death. Luckily for Sir Medusies, his newly maxed speed allowed him to escape these shots by a hair’s breadth. He gave his silent thanks to @AshOfDeath, and continued his onslaught. After dealing more damage to the Door Warden, relentlessly wearing him out, he seemed to have the upper hand. Sir Janus retreated, appearing to give the battle to Sir Medusies. Sir Medusies had done it. He had vanquished the Door Warden.

Or so he thought.

You see, Sir Janus the Door Warden pulled off the dirtiest trick in the history of all known gameplay. As Sir Medusies rejoiced, Sir Janus summoned the darkest, deadliest, most destructive monster the Realm had seen. The monster that claimed countless lives, that ruined families, that has destroyed countless aspirations.

He summoned Lag.

Sir Medusies fell to his knees, powerless. He could only watch in horror as the world around him froze, and lifeless beings flew around his vision, friend and foe alike. He tried to run, to help them, but he found that he too, was frozen in time. Sir Janus, bellowing with laughter, decided to finish playing around, and cast out his deadliest key, The Key of Light. If this were to land on any player, and fire a single round of shots, the player would be instantly killed.

And where did this key land?
Right at the feet of Sir Medusies.

Still unaware of this act of pure cowardice, Sir Medusies silently roared as he watched his comrades being swallowed by the black tiles of Lag. Sir Janus, deciding he had had enough, called back the dreaded monster. Lag returned to the dark, fiery depths from whence it came, and time was returned to the present. Sir Medusies’ vision returned to normal. He saw his friends safe and unharmed, and he sighed contentedly. He then looked at the Key of Light at his feet, and then at his hands. He was looking at the sword and shield that had served him so well, for so long. He looked up to the Heavens, and thought: ‘I will die protecting the Realm from the monsters, cleansing the world of all evil. At least I will die an honourable death, with sword and shield in hand.’ And after that? He didn’t think anything at all.

And so 4 years and 203 days after being birthed into this world, 2 minutes and 34 seconds after reaching the powerful state of 6/8, Sir Medusies passed from the Realm.


#1540

:cry:


#1541

I tped to someone dragging a wall of god, insta pop…


#1542

Rest in peace man. What does it say you died to?


#1543

Deadliest abby ever??? Started with four, I was the only one who walked away…

Deadly Abby 1 and Deadly Abby 2
Thanks for showing me how to embed, Nevov!


#1546

I never realize i’m running in evil water when i’m too busy trying not to die by a hoard of pirates chasing after me. I guess it was only a matter of time, because I ran in the evil water a few times before (I’ve been a bit rusty since I came back) and had lucky nexus’s. By the time I hit nexus this time, it was already too late. (Not sure how quickly I reacted, but the last number I saw was 60 before I died and when my finger was midair frantically on its way to the nexus key, everything went black… This was one of those close calls where you’re questioning whether you nexus’d or died. Unfortunately, the last blow registered probably before I even saw it.
Oh, well… he had a good run and i had fun with the poison…

I’m back to this now, though.


A whole lotta pots I’m not getting back :T Took FOREVER to max the classes I have maxed right now since my return. (I only have fourteen slots, one for each character, no “backup” slots, or fame farming slots AKA the slots that make people’s realmeye pages a lie.)


#1547

Best story ive heard in these forums.
Sorry for ur loss tho :cry:

(I was one of the adventurers in that story too, but i was safe)