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I don't think I've got a flu. It's just a cough at the moment.

I had my zinc, I had multivitamin plus Vitamin C and zinc.

It starts as a cough. No,

it's getting better from today.

I'm already feeling great.

I don't believe you.

Market open in 2 hours.

Okay, should we do some gammon?

And then we do

Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house? You remember our venerable house?

Love

it.

Why?

Was

ist so lange?

And then we do— oh yeah, consecrated it.

Load my account. I can't

do anything.

Injury until I can do a challenge. For heroism or cowardice.

And now the true test. Hold fast or expire.

More dust, more ashes, more disappointment.

Everyone dead. Failure of heart, brain, and body. Let me share with you the terrible wonders I have come to know. New team. Tortured and reclusive. No money. This man is More dangerous than he seems. All right, so I've got 2 tanks.

Shovels, lights, those kind of things. Well,

I thought the category would automatically change. Guess I'll do it myself.

Where's gaming?

Darkest Dungeon.

There, I fixed it.

Okay, must be driven back. Fresh team. Better place to begin than the— this time I'll die. Noble line.

I'm gonna make the strongest OP.

Equip one. Yeah, that's the one.

I'm missing everything. Crush Retribution. We're tossed.

我是 sky up. Five dodges, fuck target.

Blinding there.

As the fiend falls, a faint hope blossoms.

Another abomination cleansed from our lands.

Executed with impunity.

This expedition at least promises success.

Easy.

Okay, I've got some gold.

You've got to play strategically.

Even the cold stone seems bent on preventing passage. It's a good game.

I like the mood

of it. I like how depressed they look.

I

don't like the Plague Doctor. It's boring. One damage. I don't know, we're just debuffing.

I like this guy. I don't know about the web. I mean, he's like— I like how he takes himself with that name.

Yeah, I do.

15% damage while guarded. A brilliant confluence of skill and— I like Retribution.

Knowing uncertainty, the birthplace of dread.

Noxious Blast, 20% damage buff. Damn, I want a buff this time.

Got 40% damage buff.

Press disadvantage. Give them no quarter.

Reeling, gasping, taken over the edge into madness.

I can de-stress.

This guy's going crazy. Perform beyond one's limits.

Inspiration and improvement. Rage. Whoa, big thing down.

Where everyone tuned in from, even the oldest gays. The gays. 20% damage plus 3 speed.

God, fucking God, I keep stressing out my guys. Whoa, 23 damage.

I want to get rid of the weight.

Oh, I put the wrong one.

Damn, formation is broken. Maintain the offensive.

Foolish horrors brought low and driven into the mud.

Easy.

Whoa,

one

shot.

Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles.

Continue the onslaught. Destroy them all.

Hmm, this one counts as poison.

And then we take this, and then we go. Terrors may indeed stalk these shadows, but yonder, a glint of gold.

Back

to the pit.

Death waits for the slightest lapse of concentration.

Guys, did you see the damage? Guys, taking

lots of

damage.

What? Abyss.

Mhm.

Fear and frailty finally claim their due. Where everyone tuning in from, guys?

Starts to get hard. Frustration and fury, more destructive than 100 cannons. Oh no, life wasted. He died. I didn't even get to do anything. Gold.

What? Oh my God, why

are they so strong?

Why is it only doing 2 damage?

It's resisting everything. Oh my God.

Like what? And now he's gonna die as well. Hold fast or expire.

Not dying.

Going

so badly.

Injury and despondence set the stage for heroism— or cowardice.

What? How'd you miss?

Oh, this team sucks.

He's going to die. Oh, thank God. That was not good. I lost— be wary. Triumphant pride precipitates a dizzying fall.

Oh,

I'm so dead.

I'm so dead.

Okay, I think 20% damage or a stun or plague grenade. I don't need to have high blight resistance. I only got 20% blight resistance. A blight— blight resistance.

It's all about that. And then this guy, I'll do 5% dodge.

Or should I do rage? Do rage. Are you fucking— so dead.

Wound. No! Oh, I thought he died. Oh, dust. More

I lost both my shields. Disappointment. I, I lost him. Last man alive.

Well, that did not go well.

Fold us.

How quickly the tide turns.

Slowly, gently. This is how a life is— Oh, I'm dead.

Oh, I lost the whole team again. You think you know

women and men.

Okay, I've got a wall. I've got loads to choose from now. All will find their way. Okay, now we make the best team. Can you shut up, fucking man?

Okay, so I'm gonna make the best team ever. We want— this man understands that adversity and existence are one and the same. Pistol man.

What's a Houndmaster? Helion's pretty good.

Uh, I don't really like Houndmaster.

Yeah, I like the pistol guy.

Oh, she's like a crossbow woman.

I use these 2 Tanks. These guys are strong, the Lepers. What are these? Oculus. I don't like Oculus. Occultist. I don't like the Plague Doctor,

but I need healing. I might get a Vestal for healing.

A Sister of Battle. Pious and unrelenting.

Uh, how do I train them with new skills? So, oh, guild.

All right, I want— Hugh is pretty good. I've only got 1,000 gold. Oh my God, I don't have any

Loot. I got no gold.

Okay, why is Ruins so hard? Maybe I need to do something easier,

cuz that's level 2.

Might do Warrens.

Okay, I'm getting destroyed. I don't have any gold to buy food either. Oh God,

I need a win.

They breed quickly down there in the dark, but perhaps we can slay them even faster this time.

So I got intimidate. Target self with the mark. Heal. Chop.

Judgment. Heal. Heal. Oh, that's pretty good.

Damn, these guys are good.

Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles.

Such blockages are unsurprising. These tunnels predate even the earliest settlers.

This should be easy. Then I do back.

Hello, Bryce. Yes, I'm playing Darkest Dungeon, my favorite video game. Where are you tuning in from today?

As the fiend falls, a faint hope blossoms.

Getting destroyed. Come on, dude. Oh, he dodged it.

Oh no.

Oh, I'm stunned. I can't do anything. I fucking dodged it again. You joking?

Oh, what?

Their formation is broken. Maintain the offensive.

Back to the pit.

Press this advantage. Give them no quarter.

Packs laden with loot are often low on supplies. Damn, even this level 0 dungeon.

Curious is the trap maker's art, his efficacy unwitnessed by his own eyes.

Mechanical hazards possessed by evil intent.

It's not looking

Okay, think carefully, right? I can heal 6,

or I go with aggression,

or I could do withstand, intimidate.

I think I'll go with Aggression.

Now I do a Heal Party or Heal One Person.

Maybe I do a Judgment. Continue the onslaught. Destroy them all.

Whoa, one shot, 25 damage.

Come

on.

Yeah,

scamming videos are so

Destroyed. These nightmarish creatures can be felt. They can be beaten.

Secrets and wonders can be found in the most tenebrous corners of this this place.

How quickly the tide turns.

Oh,

you missed both of them.

Another one.

Guy on YouTube plays horror indie games. Yeah, I don't really— death waits. I don't like ladders.

Frustration and fury more destructive than 100 cannons.

Yeah, I like these sword guys.

Many fall in the face of chaos, but not this one. Not today.

Where everyone turning?

Dead. So clearly imbued, or is it a trick of the light?

Without tools of iron, you must rely on flesh and indefatigable purpose. Indefatigable.

Injury and despondence set the stage for heroism or cowardice.

What?

Unnerved, unbalanced. Oh no, don't die!

Oh,

oh no,

not my pistol, man! Hold fast or expire.

What?

Oh my God, fucking crap! My pistol man! Oh no, why are they all getting heart attacks? Oh my God,

why are they all dying?

Are you joking?

When's it my turn?

Can I run away?

Oh no, retreat! Oh, I hate this fucking game.

They all got heart attacks and then died.

As life ebbs, terrible vistas of emptiness reveal themselves.

What? The sin is not in being outmatched. Right, how do I recognize— oh, oh, I escaped with the last man. Some experiments should have never happened. You're still alive. Just work ending them. Everyone else died. The poor caretaker. I fear his long-standing duties here have affected him. Okay, I'll put him

Where does he go?

Treat diseases. He's got bulimic and he's got in town will only drink, obsessed with material. Ah, he's okay.

Okay, he needs 3 more friends since he's— oh, I got bounty hunter.

The thrill of the hunt. Just the promise of payment.

And I got speed.

I

want him to have—

no, this is fine. Uppercut, flashbang, bleed,

stun, dark stun.

Finale. Uh, so I don't like this chest.

Let's do that.

Idol amulet. Or lucky charm. The simplest object can be a talisman against evil.

How do I give him the speedstone?

Switch outfit. Oh, I can get him the speedstone. Okay.

Bleed, slice off.

I try.

Okay.

Mastery over life and death was chief among my early pursuits. I began in humility, but my ambition was Limitless. Who could have divined the prophetic import of something as— whoa, light strategy up 12% in the leg of a dead rat.

I'm up 12% on

light strategy. Nice.

A devil. Okay,

only the mad or the desperate go in search of him.

Oh, focus. Nice.

Even the cold stone seems bent on preventing passage. Okay.

I want to harvest.

Makes him later.

Um,

uh.

Mark target

and, um,

target with me.

Then he does what?

Grievous injury. Palpable fear.

He dead. Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles.

He dead. Continually onslaught. Destroy them all.

I like that. Easy.

Go over here. Wow,

big Batman, man. Slicing. Oh, how brilliant confluence of Skill and purpose.

Ow! The wielder fight for.

Uh oh.

And then duck snap. A time to perform beyond one's limits.

This guy's Come on, press disadvantage. Give them no quarter.

Um, um.

Monstrous size has no intrinsic merit, unless inordinate exsanguination be considered a virtue.

This is Mark Target. Mark Target. Because the bounty hunt gives us 90% more damage against Mark Target.

Oh,

90% damage versus not 15 damage.

Fucking dog.

Whoa, that's pretty good damage.

That's insane damage.

Their formation is broken. Maintain the offensive. Don't have any room.

The light, the promise of safety.

Why do I have no room?

Bandit.

Give me

this.

Thank

you.

Hey, dead.

Literated.

Yeah, that's my favorite guy.

He's dead.

I'm gonna be dead soon.

Success so clearly in view. I'm already dirty down. Trick of the light.

I feel like I've got to run away before I lose it again.

If only treasure could staunch the flow of other worlds. Absolutely corruption. Should probably leave, otherwise I'm gonna lose the whole crew. Reassemble. Evil is timeless after all.

Risk and reward, a siren's call to the enterprising stalker. What's this? 15% debuff skill chance. Sell it.

I need maybe a healer. She searches where others will not go and sees what others will not see.

I don't like this. In time, you will know the tragic extent of my failings.

Is that a healer? Uh, oh wait, it's not a healer. I thought it was a healer.

What is she? Oh, she can heal.

I might get out of here.

Shoot, bandage, and pillage. The thousand steps of war.

They dodged. I lost my

fight.

Okay,

well, everyone tuning in from, guys, Whoa, I'm up £7 on my long! Market's ripping! I'm up £8.

I'm up 12% on light strategy.

I'm up £8.

Should I take profit? Market's ripping.

No, not yet.

They breed. Yeah, light, I'm up £12. We can slay them even faster.

If it gets 10x, my £100 will become £1,000. Wealth beyond measure, awarded to the brave and the foolhardy alike.

Okay, what about hitting a sniper shot? Whoa, it's helping! Ah, you both

Weakened. How do they get to move so many times? There's only 2 of them, they've done like 4 attacks. Another abomination cleansed from our lands.

Uh-huh. Gently. This is how a life is taken.

So I want to focus all fire on the drama

guy, otherwise he's going to depress my whole team. So this does 50% damage versus marked and 9% crit versus marked. That's pretty good with the Bounty Hunter.

And then this guy,

I can mark this guy as well.

Or I could just chop,

and then as the fiend falls, I don't want to get stressed out.

Blossoms.

I'm up £9.60 on my long. Okay, I've got a sniper shot, blind fire.

Their formation is broken. Maintain the offensive.

Death waits for the slightest lapse in concentration.

That's not good.

He's de-stressing everyone.

We did. Continue the onslaught. I'm up £10 in my long. Wow,

market is ripping.

Do I stay long or

Take the £10.

Not

sure.

You want to drop 1K into Litz? 1K into 10K could be pretty cool.

Oh, I didn't know I could camp you.

I don't have any runes.

What's that? Executed with impunity. You're dead.

The pit. Everyone dead. What's that?

Battle with Curio. What's that? A box.

Many fall in the face of chaos, but not this one. Not today.

Oh, I missed.

Mortality clarified in a single strike.

Missed again. Oh,

disadvantage. Give them no quarter.

A momentary abatement.

Paranoid. The walls close in, the shadows whisper of conspiracy.

Oh, oh, what?

Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles.

What's that? Foolish Horus, eye protection, and driven into the mud.

I want this one too.

Hello, Zoned Out here. How are you doing today? Where everyone tuning in from?

25% damage versus stun. Oh, one shot.

The Danker Stun.

Oh, 18 crit!

Insane damage!

I feel sorry for that dog having to fight these disgusting things, says the dammit.

Imagine having to bite one of these to attack them.

Disgusting filthy pig.

Destroyed. A trifling victory, but a victory nonetheless. I want the jade.

Oh no, I'm off tanking.

Can't take

the gold.

Uh,

150x on bit of what, leg strategy? That's a lot.

Okay, focus fire on the fat guy.

15 damage.

Come on, I'm nearly 2-shotting. He's still not dead.

He died. Bigger the beast, the greater the glory.

You dead.

£10 profit is now £6.

Yeah, that's £5.

Come on, kill me, miss me.

Hey, guy.

Where's the food? Food and drink.

Next room.

Ambushed by foul invention.

If

only Treasure could staunch the flow of otherworldly corruption.

Stop walking into the trap. Curious is the trap maker's art, his efficacy unwitnessed by his own eyes.

Obliterated. Ringing ears, blurred vision. The end approaches.

Yeah, it's

very strong.

Focus fire.

How quickly the tide turns.

Come on, running time!

Where everyone tuning?

He dead.

Dead again.

Nice to see you again.

Remind yourself that overconfidence is slow and insidious.

I want the emerald. Oh,

I finished it.

Get rid of the dog biscuits.

Could keep going.

Mind that such missteps are the exception and not the rule.

Darkness closes in, haunting the hearts of men.

Hit

it, hit

it.

Try Insider Trading, the deck building game. Wow, that sounds so great. I like trading. Thank you so much for the suggestion. Seize this momentum, push on to the task's end.

Can I leave the dungeon now?

Their squeals fade, their confidence is shaken. Wow, I got 5,700 gold.

Pretty good run. All right, I have 14,000 injuries. Makes this place perfect for the study of suffering. Stress 100. I need to de-stress my bounty hunter guy.

How long does it take? Increase stress recovery. Increase stress recovery. I put them in brothel. All manner of diversion and dalliance await those who cross the threshold with coin in hand.

Coin. All right, I want to give this guy Hugh. Hugh's pretty good. Where's Hugh? Why doesn't he have Hugh? The other one did. Oh, he does. Why wasn't he using it? Oh, I didn't have it selected. That's why. Um, I'll buy a trinket.

15% healing skills, 15% blight, 20% move resistance, 3% crit. Healing skills is pretty good. I want to get that with a healer. I'll buy that and then— oh, Highwayman, 4 dodge, 3 crit. I want to get healing. Oh, a Crusader.

Mighty sword arm anchored by holy purpose. A zealous warrior.

Okay, this one I can get. 5 action See your melee skills.

Oh, Demon's Cauldron, 30% stun skill chance. So you want to get these items to buff your characters, really. Damage Stone, maybe I'll go for that one.

And then I give— I want to give him a few.

Revenge. What about— why can't I get Revenge? Oh, I didn't buy it. Get that one.

Then I give him crit damage. Whoops. And I give this guy the dodge.

And he's got smite. Maybe I'll put him in the front.

I don't really have a healer. Oh, I've got— I don't have a proper healer apart from her. And she can do heal 2 to 3. Maybe I give her the healing buff for now.

Okay, go again.

Where everyone tuning in.

Corruption has soaked the soil, sapping all good life from these groves. Let us burn out this evil.

Evil.

I actually kind of like this game.

A guard. I hate these things. Back into the

pit. Where's he? Ah, with impunity.

Ambushed by foul invention.

Wow, hold my leg.

So I don't do buff self 10% on

Smack you up.

You're doing a lot of damage.

Uh, Smite.

Still want that.

I'm dead. Continue the onslaught. Destroy them all.

Did I disadvantage? Give them no quarter.

This 15% healing thing isn't too bad.

As the fiend falls, a faint hope blossoms.

Nature herself, a victim to the spreading corruption, malformed with misintent.

I don't like this.

I'm done.

Their formation is broken. Maintain the offensive.

He dead. Can I buff him again? Not having—

rotating. He dead.

This game reminds me of DBZ. Bloodbath. Fine.

Just suck you up too. Bet you jealous. I always suck things up for real boy. Obliterated.

Crossfire wouldn't stop. Damn it, son.

Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles.

Darkness closes in, haunting the hearts of men. He's doing it real—

Build. And I got this.

Many fall in the face of chaos, but not this one. Not today.

You—

a dizzying blow to body and brain.

When's it my turn?

Oh, you dogs, man. How do they get so many moves? It's not fair.

He dead. He dead. Slow death, unforeseen, unforgiving.

Missed.

Yes,

exposed to a killing blow.

Oh,

okay.

Is that fine?

Uh-oh,

how dark it is. Why is everything missing?

What? Why do you keep missing? By inches. What's that? Scouting drones.

The way is lit. The path is clear. We require only the strength to follow it. I can put the torch out as well.

This way, where everyone's tuning in from. Requirements of survival. Oh, I don't have a camp. Why don't I have a camp? Oh no, I'm going to be abusive to your doggy.

Injury and despondence set the stage for heroism or cowardice.

What?

It's the last

A handsome reward for a task well performed.

God, remember Jonathan?

Oh,

6.

Great is the weapon that cuts on its own. And then I do healing.

11 damage.

And then I do— many fall in the face of chaos, but not this one. Not today. Hell, and

then get annihilated.

Compassion is a rarity in the fevered pitch of life.

Wow, 8 healing.

Wow, poor human.

Hit

that droid! That was it. Brought to life and driven into the mud.

Driving out corruption is an endless battle. In time, you will know the tragic extent of my failings. Who needs stress relief? I don't like the Houndmaster.

Crossbowwoman sucks as well. Grave Robber is pretty good. Oh, I'll get her here. A sister of battle, pious and unrelenting. Where's my main guy? Uh, Kwezna. Can

I upgrade his sword? I need weaponsmithing level 1.

Weaponsmithing. A sharper sword. Oh, stronger shield. I need to prolong a soldier's life.

Nice. What the— death uppercut, knockback 2 and stun. This stuns as well.

8 dodge, 1 speed, 10 damage. Damn. Scouting chance, don't need that.

4 dodge, 3 crit, 1 speed. Okay, I want to turn and get rid of these 2. I want to get rid of these,

but I want to get Healing Woman so she's got healing. But then I also get my hidden charm.

Oh, what are they?

Another healing skill.

10 damage, and then I get— who shall I say? Might say bounty hunter.

Fuck, I

give him 8 dodge on him, so I win. Okay.

Mastery over life and death was chief among my early pursuits. I began in humility, but my ambition was limitless. Who could have divined the prophetic import of something as unremarkable as a twitch in the leg of a dead rat?

Why is it taking so long? A devil walks these halls. Only the mad or the desperate go in search of him. I think my team's pretty strong.

Let's see how strong they are. Where everyone tuning in from today? We go on a one-man I got heal and heal.

Sedated.

He dead.

Oh, missed. Damn, the healing's pretty good.

He dead. Their formation is broken. This team's pretty good.

I got insane damage and healing.

I wonder how far you can get without a heal.

Tough, but then you have some reward. Well performed.

Oh no.

My

healing sphere. Treated with impunity. Impunity.

Exposed to a killing blow.

Press this advantage. Give them no quarter.

A singular strike.

Ah, you missed.

Too bad. Destroyed.

Wow, sick skill.

Wow, ain't healing. Sedated. Still not dead.

Hello, Zoned Out here. Yes, I'm having so much fun. He dead. Wow, what's that? 15% minimum skill time. Slow and insidious killer. Don't know what that means.

Put him here, put him there.

Even the cold stone seems bent on preventing passage.

My team's getting stronger now.

Watch me destroy these.

Oh no, the walls close in. The shadows whisper of conspiracy.

Okay, stun.

Death waits for the slightest lapse in concentration. Do I get bonus against stun? No.

What did ACB— oh,

he missed both. One move.

Full healing.

Oh, it's like faint falls, faint hope blossoms.

Oh, he dodged.

What can she do up front?

Oops,

I brought one.

Hailing. Sedated. Okay, well struck.

He's getting really stressed.

How do I do this? Oh, he died.

Annihilated.

Hmm, sedated. That makes me so funny.

He dead. Another one falls.

Success so clearly in view, or is it merely a trick of the light?

The way is lit, the path is clear. We require only the strength to follow it.

Why is the game not good to watch?

What's a good game?

Glittering gold. I don't like games where I get locked. What the fuck is that? What's that? The wounds of war can be healed. Fear, but never hidden.

Oh, it's that thing that keeps spawning the skulls.

It keeps spawning the skull things. They do quite a lot of damage.

And then he keeps healing himself. Uh, so he just healed himself.

Can't be tough. Um, do it.

Oh, you fucking idiot! Missed 2. The blood quickens.

Continually on. Destroy them all. Undo mark target.

Stun target.

Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles.

Oh, you missed again, idiot.

Oh, he keeps spawning these skeletons.

Yeah, I

hear

one.

What about— I'm done. No, not my healer! Perched at the very precipice of oblivion. Do not die.

Do not Come

on,

stun.

Mark target and pull.

No, no, fucking hell. Ashes, more disappointment.

Killed my fucking healer. They went all in for their healer.

Does that mean I lose the item as well?

Yeah, I played— no, I have to get

Now I don't have any healing.

Injury and despondence set the stage for heroism or cowardice. It's so close to being good.

No, he's healing himself! Oh my God.

Come on, just kill him.

Why do you do so much damage? That's insane. As life ebbs, terrible vistas of emptiness reveal themselves. Oh, does it mean the others die?

Oh, they die as well. Ha, fuck it.

I get back the thing? Be wary. What's that? Triumph precipitates a dizzying fall.

I think I just leave this without a hero. Fuck.

Do not ruminate on this. The campaign is long, and victory— trouble yourself not with the cost of this crusade. Its noble end affords you broad tolerance in your choice of means.

Can I get a new hero? Grave Robber or Hellhound? Barbaric rage and unrelenting savagery make for a powerful ally.

I'll upgrade that.

Fan the flames, mold the metal. We are raising an army.

Um, I don't really care about this one.

So my front person will be this one.

Lead— no, I don't like it.

And then I get, uh, stun. I want that. I want Iron Swan and Breakthrough.

Take— I don't love to hear this.

I just have pure damage, man. I don't need

Dagger

and

I've got no money to buy food.

Mastery over life and death was chief among my early pursuits. I began in humility, but my ambition was limitless. Who could have divined the prophetic import of something as unremarkable As a twitch in the leg of a dead rat.

A devil walks these halls. Only the mad or the— at best, he never can be.

Their formation is broken. Maintain the offensive.

Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles.

He dead.

Continue the onslaught. Destroy them all.

Again, the wheel to

Fight! Fall!

Obliterated!

Press this advantage. Give them no quarter.

As the fiend falls, a faint hope blossoms.

Time's up. Might take a break after this round.

Another abomination cleansed from our lands.

Where everyone's— he dead.

Oh,

that was close. He dead.

Miss. Oh,

miss.

To that

droid.

A trifling victory, but a victory nonetheless.

Well, this— my mum just randomly messaged me, they are here. Freaks me out. Begone, fiend!

My left. He

looks like he's grown, like he looks less weak or something. He used to like

Executed with impunity.

Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.

Not really winning.

Everyone's

blazing.

I can't use my can because I don't have enough food.

Oh, I can— I could have— what? I can use it now.

Huddled together, furtive and vulnerable, rats in a maze.

What do I do? Encourage,

produce random supply.

Why is there no stress?

It's a mark you in a breath or not. It's up £10 now.

Darkness closes in. Oh, we got hand— hearts of men.

As

life ebbs, terror Vistas of emptiness reveal themselves.

The light, the promise of safety.

Doing kind of okay without a healer.

Ah, missed.

There can be no hope in this hell. I am— no hope at all.

They're the ones that stress you out, really annoying.

He dead.

Injury and despondence set the stage for heroism. Poor cowards. Oh, he missed.

Haha,

the horror.

Be wary, triumphant pride precipitates a dizzying fall.

It is kind of like Final Fantasy. Oh, Mark, are you putting for me? Curious is the trap maker's art, his efficacy unwitnessed by his own eyes. Yeah, it's like Final Fantasy but not the game.

How much is Lit Strategy up?

Oh, it went back down to 3%.

Why does it go up 12% then? It seems to only go up 10 or 12%, it goes back down.

Force of will can overcome my failing body. I got no healing. Great adversity has a beauty. It is the fire that tempers women and men, soldiers and outlaws, fools and corpses. Highwayman. All will find their way to us now that the road is clear. I want Highwayman. They're good.

Where's the Highwayman?

Where's— no, it's not in the list.

Can I kick people out? I think I've got too many.

Oh, I've got too many people. How do I kick them out?

Dismiss hero. Yeah, suffer not the lame horse nor the broken man.

Get rid of the goat guy.

Those without the stomach for this place must move on.

Highwayman. This is my main guy.

And, uh, I just still don't have any gear.

Slimes, crystals. Although I like Duelist's Advance. I want to

get

that 33% hit in the city.

20% max HP, the best one.

Light

resist, I want that. 8 dodge.

Oh God, I lost all my gains. I was up £10, now I'm at £1.

Make some gold. Market's open.

I knew all these paths once. Now they are as twisted as my own ambitions.

I'm not strong this time.

The walls close in. The shadows whisper of conspiracy.

啊，拉死我了！

As the fiend falls, a faint hope blossoms.

Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles.

Press this advantage. Give them no quarter.

Executed with impunity.

The mats is in there.

Market ripping. Market's ripping, guys.

Oh, how did they both dodge?

How did they both dodge? I don't get it.

I got 100% dodging.

Oh, how did it dodge every fucking one?

17 crits, are you joking?

Why does it dodge? Holy fucking damn it, smash it! Watch it dodge again. I swear it's dodge, it's just dodge. Thank you.

Why do they Keep going for him.

Sorry, babe. Ah, another life wasted in the pursuit of glory.

Dead because they kept dodging everything. I'm going fucking rage. Continue the onslaught. Destroy them all.

Uh,

terrors may indeed stalk these shadows, but yonder, a glint of gold.

Well, I might end stream and start a new one in a bit.