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The Most Dangerous Gamer by chimmon
Books » Worm Rated: M, English, Adventure, OC, Bonesaw, Siberian, Words: 431k+, Favs: 3k+, Follows: 3k+, Published: Mar 8, 2021 Updated: Feb 27, 2023
1,306Chapter 4: Thrown Into the Deep End 3
Maria Gomez was thirsty. More thirsty than she'd been in her entire life. The last few days had been torture. Her windshield had exploded, causing her to crash into a tree just a block from the school. Going home and back during lunch hour had seemed like such a good idea.
Well, it had been a good idea, or at least a lucky one.
She didn't know how much time had passed. The blood on her forehead was still wet, so it couldn't have been that long. She sat up and looked around. Nobody had come to check on her yet. That struck her as odd, but right now, she couldn't precisely say why.
"Hello?" She tried to yell, but her throat was dry and barely a whisper escaped. "Hello..." The second attempt was slightly better, but her breath suddenly caught in her throat.
There was a naked black and white woman darting around the street up ahead. Killing her classmates. Maria froze. Like a deer in headlights. She couldn't think. She couldn't move. Her head stayed just above the steering wheel. Was it enough to remain hidden?
30 agonizing minutes passed. Once the naked woman had killed everyone, she calmly began to drag their bodies back into the school. Occasionally pausing to tear off a chunk of flesh with her mouth. When all the corpses had been accounted for, the creature began to walk into nearby homes before returning with fresh bodies.
Maria prayed, and it apparently worked as the murderer began to sweep the school in a clockwise motion. That took her in the opposite direction, at least for a while.
She didn't dare run. She'd seen what that got you. She also couldn't hide in a house. So Maria slowly unbuckled her seatbelt and slowly moved to the backseat. All the while acutely aware of every sound she made. Her gray Nissan Maxima had a connection between the trunk and the middle backseat. She just had to... there! She pulled the cushion down and squirmed her way through before pulling the seat up behind her.
The closing click was music to her ears.
She then focused on staying perfectly still, and breathing as little as possible.
That lasted for two days.
She started feeling faint, even when she was awake. The constant fear was finally replaced with the need for food and water. Especially water. It consumed her every waking thought. Especially that she had a full bottle in the cup holder. If she could just get to it and crawl back to her hiding spot...
It took hours for her to build up her courage. There were cracks around the edges of the trunk that let in sunlight, and she waited until dark. Then she waited a few hours more, just to be sure.
She could barely move her arms, but thirst drove her. Opening the panel, slowly creeping towards the front, panic when she didn't feel the bottle at first, and finally exhilaration when she grabbed it and successfully retreated.
The wet sensation as she gulped down the liquid felt like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She'd told herself that she had to ration it. Be smart, make it last. But she just couldn't help herself.
She regretted it again the next day when she had to pee. Using the bottle would make too much noise, so she soiled herself.
She lost track of time. The water had caused her stomach to expect food, and the hunger pains were crippling. They passed. The sound of somebody running, and cars being knocked to the side nearly gave her a heart attack. Fortunately, her hiding spot wasn't hit, though a shadow did pass over the trunk.
Maria tried to think of a plan, but nothing came to her. Then the shadow reappeared. She braced herself before there was a soft thump and a crinkling of plastic.
Something rolled towards her. It was cool, wet... water! Her eyes had adjusted to the dim light, so she could see the small pile of food and water that had just appeared. She was saved!
Or was she?
This had to be the work of a cape, a hero come to save her, but why hadn't they spoken? If the heroes had arrived, there would be sounds of combat - or at least the sound of a search party. The only reason why someone had surreptitiously given her food was that they were also hiding from the zebra woman.
A hero, but one that couldn't fight that monster. One that did find and help her.
She decided to wait until night to eat and drink. In the meantime she prayed. Both for herself and the person who had delivered her from a long drawn-out death.
I didn't get a notification for dropping off the food. Did that mean the driver had already died? Or would the quest only complete when the Slaughterhouse Nine left the town? I didn't know.
In any case, I had to keep a steady pace as I walked back towards the school. I didn't need to see Bonesaw work, and I'm sure Hatchet Face wouldn't be too happy to see me when he recovered. Killing him a second time would be harder. It wasn't likely that he'd fall for the same trick twice, and I didn't have any other plans.
Could I get my hands on some of Crawler's acid? I bet I could inventory it, and that it was powerful enough to turn most Brutes into a green puddle. Come to think of it, I bet Bonesaw had multiple ways to kill him that I could use. If I knew where to look that was. Something to try and Observe in the school.
I glanced over my shoulder. Jack wasn't following. I don't know who's test was next. Who was even left? Shatterbird? I didn't know of anyone else on the team. Right. Time to try and get some shuteye and restore some of my Con.
At the school I saw someone else sitting on the front steps. She looked older than me, with brown hair I suspected was cut with a knife. Her pale skin had round burns trailing down her cheeks. I Observed her.
[Mimi Borland (Burnscar)
Fire
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: Slaughterhouse Nine
Mimi Borland had always been fascinated by fire. Her parents noticed and took her to a psychologist who classified her as a pyromaniac. She was kept away from matches, lighters, or anything else that could make an open flame.
Unfortunately Mimi discovered her father's old magnifying glass, and figured out what it could do. The resulting fie burned down her house. Seeing her parents die in the inferno she'd inadvertently created Triggered her.
The fires became hers to command. Unfortunately, her pyromania and her Shard fed on one another. For Mimi, fire is a drug. When there's none around, she's lifeless and depressed. When there's some in her range, she's full of energy and the desire to burn. This feedback loop caused her to be placed in protective custody.
That was where she met her best friend, Elle. They bonded in the asylum, and Mimi still cherishes each of their conversations. When Elle was freed by her teammates, Mimi escaped as well.
Shortly thereafter, the Slaughterhouse Nine found her during one of her psychotic episodes. With her conscience and empathy being suppressed, she found them good company. By the time Mimi cleared her head... she had a kill order.]
Shard? There's something that gives parahumans their powers?
*Your parahuman lore skill has increased by +1.
Guess so... Not as tragic as Riley or Alan, but still a victim. But could she be saved from herself? If her power was what caused her to kill...
She looked up to me with dead eyes. "Your next test is an old one. We normally don't get to do it, but since you pointed her out... We really can't let it slide." Her voice was emotionless. I wondered if I could do something similar to fake... whatever she had wrong with her.
*Your acting skill has increased by +1.
"Don't know if this is your worst fear, but I'm betting it's a big one." She reached into a pocket, and pulled out a small black box. "Destroy your past with violence and blood. You have to murder your emotions." How could she sound so bored while saying something like that? She pressed a button on the remote.
*A new quest has triggered: Burnscar's Philosophy
[Burnscar's Philosophy
Kill your mother.
Success: +100 exp; ?]
"Kevin? Is that you?"
No.
"Kevin? What's going on?"
*Panic condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
*Hyperventilation condition negated by Gamer's Body.
It was my mom. She moved out of the school with small tentative steps. I closed my eyes. I should've seen this coming. My fear of this had given them exactly what they needed to make it happen. A self-fulfilling prophecy.
I took a step back. I couldn't do this. I didn't care if the Siberian ripped my head off. There was no way in hell I could kill my mom. I'd rather die running away... which would leave her in Jack's hands.
Shit.
My mom didn't have my powers. I couldn't escape with her either. Unless... no inventory was inanimate things only, not that I had the space to spare currently.
"What happened to you?" She looked around confused. "What happened to me? Tell me, please."
I took another step back. Even if I managed to escape with her, what were the odds Bonesaw hadn't booby-trapped her somehow. 0% She was dead, I was still alive...
No!
I couldn't rationalize her death like I'd done with Mr. Price. Despite Gamer's Mind, I was still in charge of my actions, and this was a line I couldn't, I wouldn't cross. I needed a plan. I needed more information. I Observed her.
[Bonesaw's Meatpuppet
A corpse Bonesaw has re-animated. Its body is composed of pieces of multiple people, kept together by internal wiring.]
This model has no additional combat abilities, but does possess tracking and self-destruct capabilities.
I blinked. It wasn't my mom, just bits of her sewn back together. I didn't know if Bonesaw was incapable of bringing her back, or if there was something worse in store. Regardless, my next step was simple. I only had my left arm, and that was missing one and a third fingers. My strength had only leveled twice, enough to just be average now. It didn't matter. My mother was barely 5 ft. With my murderer bonus, killing her would be easy.
I can't believe I just thought that.
Doesn't make it untrue. I stand. (When had I fallen to my knees?) She barely came up to my chest. I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder, before spinning to her back. Now that I had her in a choke hold, damage notifications popped up one after another.
*Strength check passed.
She tried to escape. Her fingers ineffectively clawed against my skin. Her struggle didn't last long, but I continued my hold. Only when I got the notification of her death did I release my grip.
*You have defeated Bonesaw's Meatpuppet! You gain +10 exp!
*By performing a special action, your 'Murderer' title has improved.
*Burnscar's Philosophy complete! +100 Exp. Fire Control Perk has been unlocked.
*The Nine Tests of Highly Effective Monsters 6/8; 6/8
No reputation increase with Burnscar. I don't think she really cares. If she's as depressed and emotionless as her profile said, I'm not surprised. Whatever. I sit down next to her and close my eyes. It's nice and quiet for a few minutes until I hear familiar claps.
Jack Slash stands above me. He smiles as he looks down. "Guess that wasn't really a hard test for you, Killer."
I wince at the name, which just makes his grin wider. "Finally your turn Jack?"
He shook his head. "Nope, I get to go last. Perks of making the rules." He motioned to follow him. "Shatterbird is up next. She's waiting for you in the gym."
I looked at him. "I though she was helping Fuckface."
Jack smirked. "It's Hatchet Face."
I shrugged, or tried to. "Not like he told me his name before he tried to kill me."
"Well, we do attract the silent types." He shot me a sly grin over his shoulder. "You're not one to talk."
I blinked. Did he just make a joke? His grin grew wider at my surprise and he started whistling as we walked around the main building. When we got to gym, he did a dramatic bow (with his hand moving in a little circle). I ignored him and kept on going.
The lights were off, which was soon compounded when Jack closed the doors behind me.
Odd. I got a feeling of... annoyance? A small bit of anger because of... unoriginality?
*External Broadcast redirected by Gamer's Mind.
Huh?
**Jack Slash is annoyed that Shatterbird keeps on using the same test.
What the? A new Observe power? I hadn't gotten a notification about any more upgrades. For that matter, how was I seeing the notification in the dark. It seemed to glow, but its light didn't touch anything else in the pitch-black room.
*A new quest has triggered: Shatterbird's Prey
[Shatterbird's Prey
Survive.
Bonus 1: Escape.
Bonus 2: Defeat Shatterbird.
Success: +2,000 exp; -10 reputation with Shatterbird; ?
Bonus 1 Success: +2,000 exp; +10 reputation with Jack Slash
Bonus 2 Success: +4,000 exp; -10 reputation with Shatterbird; +50 reputation with Jack Slash]
-0 HP
-0 HP
-0 HP
Dozens of notifications popped up as I felt scratches all over my body. After a second, the tickling focused on my eyes and mouth. It didn't matter to Gamer's Body. I took the time to contemplate my situation. After Crawler and Siberian, Shatterbird just didn't feel like much of a threat. I'd love to get that 2nd bonus - for multiple reasons, but I lacked offensive capabilities. Hell, I was probably less capable of hurting someone than before I got powers. A week ago I at least had two arms.
-4 HP
Something large slammed into my back. I staggered forward slightly, but not as much as I should have considering the size of the thing. Another quirk of Gamer's Body. The mass floated away before slamming me from the front.
-4 HP
At least I thought it was the same spike, no way of telling for certain in this darkness. I wasn't taking as much damage as I had from Crawler's claws, and Shatterbird was attacking much slower than the 6 armed creature could. That was the good news. The bad news is that my HP pool was a lot smaller due to the exhaustion debuffs. I also had no food on hand to heal with.
-4 HP
I took a step forward, and I heard clinking as my foot stepped on something. Glass shards were strewn about the floor. That must be how she's keeping track of me. If I could get out of the glass, she'd be just as blind as me. I could Inventory it, but that could tip my hand.
-4 HP
I tried to remember. What was the layout of the gym. The basket ball hoops were probably down, the backboards had likely made the glass shards that were attacking me. The bleachers would be put away - folded against the wall. The door to the locker room was on the opposite side to the right.
-4 HP
This time when the glass spike hit me, I wrapped my arm around it. It flew away with me attached.
*Strength check failed.
I slipped and fell, but onto smooth wooden planks. I quickly rolled forward and was on my feet in a flash. My strength wasn't impressive, but my agility stat was superhuman now. I didn't bother being quiet, I doubted I was being tracked by sound. I found the small access panel, and slipped into the bleachers.
*By performing a new task, you have created the Stealth skill.
I paused. I could hear glass scrapping against the floor and walls. Should I stay? No. Time favored her. Shatterbird would find me eventually. Besides, I wanted the bonus exp. As I felt my way through the bleachers, I heard a sound from above.
*Perception check passed.
*Your stealth skill has increased by +1.
Footsteps. She was on the roof. How to get up there? I was going to go to the locker room and get outside from there, but the gym was tall. There wasn't any roof access, no stairs or ladder. The closest thing was the bleachers. I began to climb up. It was a tight squeeze, people really weren't supposed be back here. The lower part had access for storing things like chairs, so there was a crawlspace. Climbing the inside wasn't something whomever made these things had expected someone to do.
*Dexterity check passed.
*Your stealth skill has increased by +1.
I got to the top. If I remembered correctly, there should be a window right above me. I hoped whatever they covered it with to black it out wasn't sturdy. I eventually managed to brace myself against the wall. I pushed against the 2nd to top step.
*Strength check failed.
Damn. I need to move the entire structure to extend the next to top step. I heaved again... no new popup. I was afraid of that, I failed and wasn't going to get another shot. So I put +1 in STR.
*Strength check failed.
In for a penny... +1 STR.
*Strength check passed.
There was an incredibly loud creaking as the bleachers extended about a foot and a half. There wasn't much of a gap, but I'd goofed off in this gym enough to know how to wiggle through.
*Dexterity check passed.
*Your stealth skill has increased by +1.
Wow. That was easy. I stepped up to the top, and felt along the wall. Cardboard paper. Perfect, unless Jack connected a trap to it or something. Below me I could hear the glass sweeping across the ground - trying to find me. I took a deep breath. And tore open a little hole. No change in the glass sound. I tore it a little wider and looked out.
*Your stealth skill has increased by +1.
No one in sight. I leaned out the window and pulled myself up. With my feet where the pane of glass used to be, I could peek over the rooftop. Shatterbird was there pacing back and forth.
*Your stealth skill has increased by +1.
I could run. Or I could get that bonus. Like I could throw away an opportunity like this. I slid up, surprisingly easy with just one arm. Improved strength and dexterity were nice.
*Strength check passed.
*Your stealth skill has increased by +1.
I came up behind her. She had a colorful glass outfit and helmet. I couldn't choke her out with them in the way, but I reached around her and got her in a headlock. Just like I'd done to Bonesaw's puppet. I then inventoried her glass.
*Opposed Strength check passed.
She tried to claw me and yell, but I was much stronger now. I also had a higher rank of 'Murderer'. Glass flew up and began to rage around me, but my damage resistance rounded all the HP loss to zero. A hundred times zero is still zero. I released her costume into the whirlwind of glass. We were making a lot of noise and somebody was going to come look sooner or later.
**Jack Slash is amused.
The ineffective whirlwind stopped. Glass wrapped around my head. She obviously thought turnabout was fair game. Minutes passed. Looks like Gamer's Body allows me to go without air - as long as it's not negated. I could feel her pulse quicken. Glass pulled me in one direction, and her in another. She could move glass with a lot more force than I could hold onto her. So I cheated. Rapid fire inventories kept disrupting her power. I had 30 lbs free. As long as what she made weighed less than that, I could keep disrupting her attempts. I knew Jack was watching, but I was betting that neither him nor Shatterbird could fully grasp what I was doing. Even if they could, rapid flickering of items around me was a far cry from a dimensional pocket.
Glass crawled between my arm and hers, trying to pry space for her to breath. It vanished, only to reappear a split-second later in a different location. Panicking, she started creating spears of glass and driving them towards me. I tried to Inventory them, but they moved too quick. I watched my HP tick down from strike after strike. 90, 80, 70, Gamer's Body neared its limit. However, I displayed no outward signs of injury. In her eyes, I was impervious. Her throat moved, as if she was trying to say something, but she had no breath left. The glass storm started to weaken, and with it the speed and power of her spears. All in all, it took more than 10 minutes for her to pass out. I maintained my hold until the victory notification came.
*You have defeated Shatterbird! You gain +5,000 exp!
*Shatterbird's Prey complete! +8,000 Exp. -20 Reputation with Shatterbird. +60 Reputation with Jack Slash. Silica Control Perk has been unlocked.
*The Nine Tests of Highly Effective Monsters 7/8; 7/8
*You have leveled up! You gain +5 ability points! You gain +1 Perk!
*You have leveled up! You gain +5 ability points!
*You have leveled up! You gain +5 ability points!
I look down at the dusky skinned woman who was now wearing nothing but her underwear. I hadn't Observed her yet. I wondered which she'd be, an innocent turned into a monster? Or just another monster. Who was I kidding? They were all innocents tuned into monsters, even Jack. The question was, if there was any hope for her... or me?
I knew Jack was watching, even if I hadn't gotten a notification about it. So when he started clapping, I didn't bother to turn around. His test was coming next. I needed to know if I had choked to death someone who was a helpless pawn or a despicable monster. I Observed.
*Due to Observing 10 parahumans, your Observe skill has gained a level!
[Akilah Rahal (Shatterbird)
Silica
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: Slaughterhouse Nine
Akilah Rahal was born in the Arab Emirates, the daughter of a Sheikh. She lived a life of relative luxury, until the day she was raped. She'd done nothing but walk to her friend's house on her own. She thought it was the worse day of her life, until she was charged in court.
Her assailant walked free, and she was stripped naked and thrown in jail. She couldn't believe the look of scorn in her father's eyes as he handed down her punishment. Her actions had tarnished his name, and he took it out on her.
After a week of eating nothing but moldy bread, he visited her cell with a vial. "Drink this, and I'll accept you back as my daughter." His eyes contained no warmth. She refused, convinced that what was offered was nothing more than poison. That didn't stop the Sheikh. He ordered her guards to force the liquid down her throat.
He'd bought five vials for a large fortune. The merchant promising that each would turn someone into a cape. This was something the Sheikh needed to test first. He needed someone disposable. Someone he wouldn't miss if the vials didn't work as promised. Most importantly, he needed someone he could control. His disgraced daughter met all those criteria.
Or at least he thought she did.
Upon drinking the vial, Akilah gained the power to control Silica. There is a lot of sand in the desert, and the city her father once rules is now buried. Thousands dead for what they did to her. She eventually made her way to London, then America, joining the Slaughterhouse Nine.
Shatterbird is a silica kinetic. She has the ability to manipulate silicon through high-frequency sounds. This grants her perfect control over all glass, sand, and other siliceous compounds within hearing distance. Glass under her control can resonate, which increases her distance exponentially. She has been extensively modified by Bonesaw to be more resilient.]
A lot to unpack there. She got a raw deal, but has in turn has killed tens of thousands. She's not a victim in my book. She also got her powers from a vial and not a Trigger? Never heard of that before.
*Your parahuman lore skill has increased by +1.
I wonder if it's different from a Shard, or if the vial contained a Shard. Whatever that was.
What else? I guess Observe lvl 2's effect is that last paragraph. That's amazing. Dangerous too. Observe has turned me into a high level Thinker, and if anyone finds out... well it probably won't be worse than the kill order I'll get for joining the Slaughterhouse Nine.
I finally look up at Jack and Observe him.
[Jack's power is to broadcast. The outward effect that he uses is to let bladed weapons project their cutting power anywhere in his line of sight. However he subconsciously broadcasts to other Parahuman's Shards. This lets him intuit what drives them, and in turn manipulate them. It also gives him a Sixth Sense that can warn him of what another Shard is going to do. Finally, he can direct them subconsciously as well. He has been extensively modified by Bonesaw to be more resilient.]
I knew he was more dangerous than just cutting things, but I'd thought he was hiding his abilities like I was. At least his broadcast was unconscious, unfocused. Unlike my Observe. Wait, did my ability come from his?
*Your parahuman lore skill has increased by +1.
I'll take that as a 'yes'. Even with conscious control, Jack had decades more practice than did. I could grow stronger - an incredibly rare ability, so I might surpass him one day. Assuming I lived long enough.
Jack stopped clapping and was nudging Shatterbird with his foot. He gave me an appraising look while pulling out his walkie-talkie.
**Jack Slash thinks you have potential.
"Riley, get Mannequin to come pick up Shatterbird from the gym's roof." He smiled at me. "Looks like Killer got another one."
"What?" Her voice came from the small black box. "Does he have some kind of drowning ability?"
"I don't think so." Jack tilted his head. "Definitely a short range Shaker effect. Some sort of teleportation effect. Unfortunately it's Manton Limited." He shrugged. "At any rate, he choked her out with his bare hands." He stared at me while talking. "Oops, I meant hand."
I'm going to kill him.
**Jack Slash is happy.
Now I'm confused. He WANTS me to kill him. No, nothing in his profile hinted at suicidal. He wanted to get a reaction from me. I had a flash of insight. Gamer's Mind kept me calm, prevented mental effects... including his. He was having a hard time getting a read on me.
* +1 Int for making a logical deduction in a high-stress situation.
That confirms it, but how? My power must be smarter than me, it knows things I don't. A lot of Thinker powers are like that. My 'Shard' must be doing some thinking for me. That's...both good and bad. I get access to outside knowledge, but am I really me anymore?
There was a story, a philosophy exercise about a boat. It sailed for a long time. Through the years, it was maintained, new parts added to replace those that were worn down. In the end, every part was different. Was it still the same boat? I was being changed. Not just my body, but my mind. It wasn't as noticeable yet, but I'm pretty sure if this keeps up one day I might not recognize myself one day.
Would it be so gradual I'd never tell? Like looking back when I scratched an umbrella in my uncle's truck to 'protect it from the rain'. I was stupid, just like every kid. I'm smarter now, but I'm still the same 'me'. So even if I merge with a 'Shard', it's still me. Just... more.
* +1 Wis
Of course, these boosts might just be the 'Shard' hiding how it's slowly taking me over.
* +1 Wis
C'mon! You can't confirm that while doing it! Unless it's just recognizing a possibility. Or it would know I would know. Or it would plant that thought in my mind. Make me doubt myself. I'm going in circles.
**Jack Slash is curious.
Shit! Save the navel gazing when the empathic mass-murderer isn't looking right at you!
*Perception check failed.
What? I looked around. I didn't see or hear anything. Which I guess was why the check failed. It took me a second to notice it. Shatterbird was gone. Had Mannequin taken her while I was freaking out about irrelevant stuff? I'm hitting 84 hours without sleep now. I have to keep it together.
Jack cleared his throat. "Don't fall to pieces just yet. You have one more test to get past before then."
*A new quest has triggered: Finale!
[Finale!
Jack Slash is glad you haven't broken yet, because he wants to be the one that breaks you. Defeat the entire town 0/822 or convince Jack that he knows what makes you tick.
Bonus 1: Make it a goal that you can only accomplish with them.
Bonus 2: Be ruthless
Success: +10,000 exp; +100 reputation with the Slaughterhouse Nine; ?
Bonus 1 Success: +2,000 exp; +10 reputation with Jack Slash
Bonus 2 Success: +4,000 exp; +50 reputation with Jack Slash]
[Kevin Greenhouse (Killer)
The Gamer
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: None
Title: Murderer III (+150% damage to helpless targets)
Level: 7 (1510/7000 Exp)
Mover: 4
Shaker: 0
Brute: 5
Breaker: 10
Master: 0
Tinker: 0
Blaster: 0
Thinker: 8
Striker: 0
Changer: 0
Trump: 5
Stranger: 4
HP: 325 (132)
MP: 133
Primary Attributes
STR: 13
AGI: 32
CON: 60 (21)
INT: 20
PER: 20
WIS: 14
CHA: 10
LUC: 5
Unspent Points: 75
Traits:
Gamer's Body lvl Max
Gamer's Mind lvl Max
Observe lvl 2
Inventory lvl 2
Perks Selected (0/1):
None
Perks Available:
Solid as a Rock
Rapid Regeneration
Summoning
Power Drain
Fire Control
Silica Control
Skills:
Acting: 12
Athletics: 21
Basic Academics: 2
Computers: 1
Damage Resistance (Acid): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Disease): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Physical): 25 - 95.6%
Damage Resistance (Poison): 100 - 100%
Pain Resistance: 16 - 80%
Parahuman Lore: 6
Stealth: 7
Video Games: 26
Ongoing Quests:
Bonesaw's Brother 255/500
The Nine Tests of Highly Effective Monsters 7/8 7/8
Passing on the Torch
Keeper of the Dead 813/843
Hope Against Hope
Best Served Cold
Debuffs:
Tired x10: -10 Con
Exhausted x10: -20 Con
Dead on your feet x3: -9 Con
Physical Deformity x3]
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