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Post by melcaroni on Dec 9, 2016 6:00:53 GMT
-- SessionOne -- Hello, valued GFTO players! We have a quick developer update for you all, regarding the patch that hit last night. Please read these notes thoroughly, they are VERY IMPORTANT. - Health Packs and Ammo Packs have been changed to 50% refills, to better balance the classes.
- Fixed a bug causing players to occasionally turn naked
- Buffed Sniper class; can now wipe sand off their scopes
- Banned GameFreek14 for 13 hours. She knows what she did.
[/b][/quote][/ul]Now that you’re caught up with the developments, it’s time for the STATE OF THE GAME! Current Territories: The current TOP 5 PLAYERS are... 5. YammingNinja (Unaffiliated) 4. KYSERO (Unaffiliated) 3. glove (Luminous Royals) 2. TooSoon (Unaffiliated) 1. LiteralDog (Death’s Bullets)
Daily Missions:
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Post by gemellidreamer on Dec 13, 2016 2:27:20 GMT
Zone 16
"Time to kick things off with style!" Jiae shouted to herself, attempting to pump herself off for an exciting day of GTFO, which was clearly a thing worth getting incredibly pumped for! She decided to pose next to her Jeep, attempting a somewhat complicated-looking pose that involved her holding her Iron Rod in a ridiculously impractical way, and involved her standing on one foot for some reason. She then proceeded to fall down, not able to keep her balance, and groaned in pain. A promising start!
"I, uh... Meant to do that. You know, to make people underestimate me so I can impress them more later! You could even say I'm falling... In style! Falling at failing! ... Wait, I mean failing at falling. Except I actually DID fall, so I didn't fail at that, and um... Wait, no one's paying attention to me. I can work on that line later..." Jiae said, in a very fast pace that made it so that even if anyone WAS paying attention to her, they wouldn't be able to follow along. Right... Her fellow Luminous Royals were busy doing their own things. Important things. ... Jiae was important too, but she still needed to prove herself, then everyone could recognize her greatness. Then there would be no way for them to ignore her. She could picture her fanclub already... It was a goal that was already within her reach!
So far Jiae was pretty sure that she had everything she needed to have a successful day in Gun Terra Factions Online. She had the best possible appearance, including a cool pair of shades that basically guaranteed instant respect and adoration from everyone. She had an awesome jeep, which she had cleverly nicknamed the 'Jiae Jeep' for alliteration, which would no doubt be associated with her in the many stories that would be told about her. She had an Iron Rod, which meant she could fight off anyone if she was ever in a situation where her jeep couldn't come with her. Maybe if she ever explored a cave or something. ... There were caves in this game, right? Her knowledge of GTFO was somewhat lacking, because having less of a plan was cooler. That aside, she also had extra fuel in case she ran out, always a necessity, both in-game and in real life! ... Real life would be so much simpler if she could just beat up enemy encounters for fuel, but that sounded like an extremely good way to get arrested, and nothing else. Ah, the sad truth about the separation between reality and fiction!
A reasonable person would probably look at the mission list and plot out the fastest way to get to one, especially if they were lucky enough to have a vehicle that made traveling easier. This was boring stuff that she could worry about later! Clearly the best first step was to go to the neutral zone, a place of socializing, and expertly flirt with people. She was pretty sure expertly flirting with people was a way of socializing, but considering what an obvious expert she was, it could even be considered her greatest weapon! Hopefully that didn't violate the neutral agreement. Really, she was pretty sure everyone would be asking her to join their party.
It went without saying that Jiae was kind of being dumb and was setting herself up for disappointment.
"Okay, let's teleport there. Lights out!" Jiae shouted to herself. Thankfully her jeep would be summonable again without having to drive it around everywhere, so she could teleport freely without worrying about losing it. ... Wait, actually... Her line just now wasn't that good, was it? Why did she say 'lights out' if the teleportation involved being surrounded by a lot of light, meaning it was basically the opposite? ... Oh well, who cared! It was totally cool and stuff, so no one would ask questions.
Jiae fast-traveled to the Neutral zone.
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Post by NihilisticNoodle on Dec 13, 2016 2:33:44 GMT
Iphigenia had heard people complain about the "pulling" sensation that one felt the moment they Dived- how it was uncomfortable, too forceful. Iphigenia had never disagreed with her fellow players more strongly. To her it felt welcome- dragging her out of her life and beckoning her into a new world.
Iphigenia landed- appropriately- cat-like on the sandy terrain of her territory. Already having her destination in mind, she cheerfully began her trek. Some time ago she'd learned a neat trick that made her tracks incredibly difficult to detect, and while it certainly wasn't necessary at the moment, it'd become instinctual.
As a result, Iphigenia's walk more closely resembled a sort of dance, her feet seeming to barely touch the sand as she glided forward. As she walked forward, her smile widened as she took in the landscape in front of her. She was Home.
Not that this Home was perfect anymore either. Her lips curved slightly, her footfalls became more forceful and rapid. The rumors were becoming more and more common about... well, it didn't seem like the players had decided on any formal name for them, so they were still known as the "PKer". The company's "reassuring" missive had hardly helped. She was glad that not many people seemed to have left yet- the game was still pretty vibrant.
Regardless, she was hardly in a mood to engage in any missions at the moment. Her plan was to head to the non-combat zone and hopefully find people she could rationally discuss the issue with.
And as if on cue, she encountered a teleporting area. She walked into it and closed her eyes, feeling that familiar tug as she dematerialized.
Teleporting to Non-Combat Zone.
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Dec 13, 2016 3:17:31 GMT
Zone 4
Sand. More sand. Still more sand. Yup, that was still sand.
The Gunslinger stared off into the distance. If she could shoot the sand, she probably would. Well, she could, but it wouldn't really do anything, and it'd be a waste of ammo. It still pissed her off, but she didn't feel like wasting ammo. She pulled down the bandana over her mouth, and spit in the sand. That'd show it, sitting all smug there like that. She didn't like smugness.
Of course, there was way too much sand for her to go around spitting on all of it. And there were things to do, probably. Either way, she'd need help. Perhaps she could find someone else to help her in her cause, or maybe find one of the aforementioned things to do. Only time could tell. Or the people. Probably also the people.
The Gunslinger teleports to the neutral zone.
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Dec 13, 2016 3:32:25 GMT
Non-Combat Area:
"Yeah! So then I completely noscoped the SOB! Barely made it out, you should've seen it!" LordTyrant777 bragged to one companion as he polished his sniper rifle.
"Really? I was there, and it looked like you were running away in fear most of the time." Raptor_Flesh curtly replied with a snarky tone, pocketing a wrench. The two players kept walking until they happened upon a droid standing stock still.
"Dude. Is that guy AFK?"
"Can you be AFK in this game?"
"I don't know, man. Let's check him out."
"Heh. You would."
"SHUT UP, JACKASS." The two players approached the droid, whereupon it animated and greeted them in a tinny yet inviting male voice.
"Hello! I am the Starting Player Assistance Machine, your personal-ersonal-ersonal-al-al-al-al-your personal-" Suddenly, the SPAM's neck jerked violently to the right, and shot out a small shower of sparks with a startling POP, alarming the duo. SPAM then went limp, seemingly in sleep mode. LT and RF just shifted their gazes between SPAM and each other, long enough for the robot to reanimate.
"Hello! I am the Starting Playe-" SPAM didn't even get that far in his monologue before stopping. An unnerving whirring sound could be heard from the bot, and after a loud CLICK, there was a pause before...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" SPAM started seemingly screaming. This went on for an indefinite period of time before the two players just walked away from it. This failed to cease SPAM's screaming.
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Post by melcaroni on Dec 13, 2016 4:03:16 GMT
Neutral Zone/Non-Combat Area:
The Neutral Zone was busy as ever, with almost too many players to count, the hovering Username displays all meshing together into unreadable messes. Players ported in and shipped out as others sat around, relaxing, or browsed the shops, biting their nails over their pitiful funds. Weary crews rolled in on barely-moving jeeps, until crossing the threshold of the area and being instantly restored to full. Recently killed players bitterly burst back into the game, swearing to themselves as they headed out for another shot at glory.
Large gold orbs shot into the air-- GTFO's "party search" system. The orbs were used to signal that players were looking for groups to party up. Many orbs filled the air, but one stood out from the rest-- An orb with the name "KYSERO" orbiting around it.
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Post by NihilisticNoodle on Dec 13, 2016 5:06:50 GMT
Neutral Zone/Non-Combat Area:
The hustle and bustle of the non-combat area put a smile on Iphigenia's face. Maybe she'd been paranoid about the "PKer" thing- it certainly didn't seem to have dampened these people's spirits. She was glad.
She looked at the various group requests, her eyes lingering on one or two of the larger name ones before darting away. It could be beneficial for her to join one of them, but at the same time, they'd likely just get her sucked into one of the missions of the day. Didn't sound like fun.
So, lacking much further direction, Iphigenia went and sat at a bench in the area, hoping that some plan of attack (or even someone) would come to her.
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Post by instantsy on Dec 13, 2016 5:21:27 GMT
Neutral Zone
Back in the game. Back in the thick of it all.
These were not thoughts crossing the mind of Beef Armstrong.
The fat robot was much more concerned with quenching his thirst with some sweet fizzy goodness while sitting on his creaking lawn chair.
Tho today was a day like no other for Beef, today he would try the legendary 100% Sugar Blitz Blast Soda!
Tho his enjoyment was slightly hindered by the noises coming from a near by bot, or maybe it was a player too? And in fact he could notice a few more people around then usual, but...
"Ech! What does that matter. They aren't what I'm here for."
With that, the fat robot cracked open his soda and kicked back on his chair.
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Post by Try Biển Noodles on Dec 13, 2016 15:07:01 GMT
Neutral Zone "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." Penelope let out a sigh as she stretched her arms above her head. Now that her first session started, the EchidnCat felt her insatiable blood lust boil. "I wonder how long it will take me to fuck over the pker this time?" Taking notice of the announcements, she started heading to area 2 as that mission seemed like a good starting point. "I should probably due the easier quest first, but fuck it, I don't want to waste my time with insignificant newbs. As she walked, her boobs bounced with a natural tempo. How long have I been living this life? Putting myself in these MMOs only to hunt the prey of others? How long has it been since he died? How long till I join him.Penelope stopped in her tracks and grasped her head. "What the actual fuck am I doing? Am I actually doing one of those dumbass monologues." She then took out her sword and looked at her reflection in the blade. "Listen Penelope, you're a murderer, a stone cold killer. You ain't some sappy protagonist. You are Penelope the EchidnCat, and you are here to have fun and fuck with whatever coward who is going around killing people in the game." Noticing that her hair was a little messy whilst peering into the reflection, the EchidnCat fixed it up and then continued moving towards her goal with boobs bouncing and sword rested on shoulder. Penelope the EchidnCat heads towards area 2
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Post by gemellidreamer on Dec 13, 2016 16:50:16 GMT
Neutral Zone
Of course, it was only to be expected that there would be so many players in the Neutral Zone, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with the fact that there were a ton of people who should have been captivated by her, and not one of them had immediately decided to approach Jiae. Clearly they were just really intimidated and shy, already captivated by Jiae's awe-inspiring coolness. Yeah, that definitely checked out. Anyone who said otherwise was objectively wrong forever. Without a doubt.
This wasn't what she had expected, but it seemed like she would need to seek people out instead. This was fine. That just meant that she would expertly scout out the best possible people, instead of having literally everyone come to her. Excellent justification. Totally not an excuse.
"Let's see... Who looks cute..." Jiae whispered to herself. She was well-aware of the fact that not everyone's game avatars looked like the actual person in real life. In fact, she was probably in the minority in that she more or less used her actual appearance, and she even took it a step further by using her real name as her username. ... Well, that didn't matter too much. Cute was cute, and if she identified someone as cute, they were surely cute in real life too! Yes, that was how logic worked. She was also aware of the fact that some male players chose to use female avatars, or that some female players chose to use male avatars. That wasn't an issue at all, considering gender was pretty irrelevant in terms of cuteness and attraction for her personally.
She looked around the Neutral Zone for a bit, and decided on someone to approach. A short Chatalian player, one who she quickly identified as a Sniper. Was she waiting for someone? It didn't seem like she was doing much. ... Of course, it became clearer once Jiae thought things through. Clearly, this Sniper had known that Jiae would show up to talk to her all along, because of destiny or something. Alright... It was time to make a good first impression! Jiae walked towards the bench, doing her best to seem as cool as she possibly could. Now she just needed a suitably good line...
"Hey, is this seat taken? More importantly... Are you taken with me?" Jiae said, using the best line that she could think of, which she naturally thought was the best line ever in the history of lines. ... Needless to say, she did not have the charm to pull it off as well as she wanted to. The effect was also completely ruined when she tried to take a seat next to the Sniper... And awkwardly stopped for a moment as she was momentarily hit by lag (a rare thing! Her internet connection was pretty good!), causing her to sort of tackle-hug the bench instead of actually sitting properly. Not missing a beat, she proceeded to actually sit on the bench properly and face the Sniper, hoping that she wouldn't bring up what had just happened.
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Post by NihilisticNoodle on Dec 13, 2016 18:19:36 GMT
Non-Combat Zone:
Iphigenia gave off a small smile in relief the moment that the Pilot approached her. She'd honestly been afraid she'd need a Plan B in order to get a person to talk to... and she didn't have one of those at the moment.
Then she started talking. Iphigenia had no real experience with pick-ups lines, but that had to be bottom-tier, right? Well, regardless, no need to look a gift horse in the mouth. She opened her mouth, planning to just cordially ignore what the other woman had actually said...
And then remembered her conversation with Liz.
Her brain short-circuited and she looked anywhere but at the Pilot- the still empty portion pf the bench was particularly fascinating she found- desperately trying to hide her blush. She had a hunch that wouldn't hep matters.
She sudddenly remembered this was a conversation and she had to respond.
"Oh, it's available. The bench. That is. Yes. Feel free to sit on it. It a nice bench. One of the nicer ones around. I think?" She babbled.
Had she just complimented a bench? Did that happen?
Iphigenia took a deep breath, and took a moment to fight down her blush, and then finally returned her gaze to her partner- CONVERSATIONAL partner.
"Yeah, um, hi! Didn't introduce myself. I'm Iphigenia, pleasure to meet you!"
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Post by gemellidreamer on Dec 13, 2016 20:00:35 GMT
Neutral Zone
"Oh... Cute." Jiae said, failing to keep her thoughts to herself. She hadn't meant to whisper that out loud, but she had done so anyway. In fact, she was still unaware that she had actually said it out loud, because she was just that competent. Some part of her realized that it was Iphigenia's game avatar who was blushing and looking away, and not her actual appearance... But still. It was a nice moment. Clearly her expertise on flirting with people was even more powerful than she had expected, and she was secretly the best at this.
Well... It dawned on her that she hadn't actually introduced herself. It was time to do that. She could get in a charming line while doing so too.
"Heh. I wasn't interested in the bench as much, but I'll play along. Iphigenia... I'm Jiae, the pleasure is all mine. So... Cat got your tongue?" Jiae had a wide grin on her face as she spoke, feeling much more satisfied about that lame pun than she had any right to. In a just world, this is the part where a giant anvil would fall on Jiae's head and everything would be right. This wasn't that world.
"So... Were you waiting for anyone? Other than me, I mean."
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Post by NihilisticNoodle on Dec 13, 2016 22:38:54 GMT
Neutral Zone
Iphigenia didn't consider herself a master tactician, but she did have a game plan going into this. Maybe not the best game plan in the world, but it was an actual plan. With actions. And things she wanted to say. So if she could stop acting like an idiot and actually say those things that'd be super.
So... just respond. You can do this Iphi, you aren't a middle-schooler with a... okay that might not be the best analogy to think about right now.
Focus, focus. The Pilot had said things. So she just had to respond.
"Oh, I wasn't waiting for you!" She said rapidly. Then a pause. She then clapped her paw-like hands together in supplication. "Not that I'm sure you aren't a great conversational partner and..."
Crash and burn. She began to wonder if there wasn't SOME way to punch someone through a phone. It'd be useful to know for later.
Another pause. Deep breath. In. Out. She cleared her throat. Her smile had wavered slightly so she corrected that, and actually managed to give an actual response.
"Um, no, I wasn't waiting for anyone in particular. I just kinda... hoping to just... bump into people, I guess, and talk about the rumors going around. Feels kind of strange for everyone to be behaving so normally, you know?"
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Post by gemellidreamer on Dec 13, 2016 23:04:20 GMT
Neutral Zone
Naturally, Jiae interpreted Iphigenia's responses in the best way possible: Jiae clearly had way too much natural charm. Clearly she had overwhelmed Iphigenia. Her own charm was much more dangerous than she thought... She needed to keep that in mind for later. Anyway, it seemed like Iphigenia had something on her mind! It was probably better to respond to that instead of awkwardly saying nothing.
"So, Iphigenia... Uh, wait. Can I just call you Iphi? Your full username's a bit of a mouthful, no offense. Anyway, you're talking about the PKer, right? Don't worry, I'll protect everyone. That includes you. It's not like the PKer could stand up to someone like me, anyway. You're not super worried about that, are you? PKer? More like... Lamer. Or something... Nailed it." Jiae said, whispering that last part in self-congratulations. As oblivious to stuff as she was, Jiae DID have to read the system notification about the PKer who was on the loose.
Of course, that didn't mean that she had her priorities in order.
"I wonder if the PKer is hot..."
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Post by Try Biển Noodles on Dec 13, 2016 23:21:06 GMT
Neutral Zone
On her way to zone 2, Penelope sang to herself. "I have a Pen. I have an Elope. Pen Elope Elope Pen." While traveling, she scanned the crowd viewing the other players as well as their locations. Penelope also took in all of the gazes with a shining smile on her face. Hell, she even posed a bit for the staring eyes.
"Dyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn!"
"I wonder if her tits are that large irl."
"Uh huh uh, duuuuuh"
Then some random guy named longJohnson==3 blocked her path. "Hey there kitty cat, what's it take a man to get access to those two specialties of yours?"
Penelope then leaned into him and grabbed his nuts, squeezing them with a death grip. "Sorry to be the harbinger of bad news, but these are taken property. Now how about you be a good boy and watch from a distance with the rest of your virgin friends." Releasing the poor man, the EchidnCat continued to walk on as longJohnson==3 ran away with tears in eyes.
Continuing on, Penelope noticed the party request named KYSERO. "KYSERO? Hm... sounds like the type of name a player killer would choose. I should probably check it out! <3" Halting her quest towards zone 2, Penelope strutted over to the KYSERO party request.
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