“This is so~ fucking gross~! Can’t you bastards please stop exploding on me?! You’re making me feel like a dirty whore! Ugh, die cleaner! Oh for fuck’s sake! I don’t want your scabies, I already have plenty of weird diseases already, so go away~! Rah, no, that’s a bad touch! Kill these bastards faster damn it!” Michael was trapped inside of a cocoon of Goblins, Orcs, Hobgoblins, Imps, and Hellhounds, but none of them could actually attack him anymore, because everyone was being crushed by the piles of corpses outside. Continue reading →

“You have become a Summoner Level 1: Capable of absorbing the souls of the dead, and can temporarily store them within their own mana-core. Able to place those souls into new, rank-G vessels, under level-five. All Passives and Spells will be lost and no stats may be carried over from their previous form.” Continue reading →