Chaytil Ironbled is the oldest Warzoon on Warworld. His design is very funny to me because every link on the chains is one kill he has committed. Which makes me wonder did he kill all those people before or after 3 of his limbs were cut off? Also every time I try to type his name it gets auto corrected to chattel like chattel slavery. Which is a very nice coincidence because Warworld is all about enslavement and subjugation.
This is probably already know but if you combine the knee pads and the ass wheel together you go really fast when sliding.
21 hours of playing Sulfur. The majority of that I had not died. I slaughtered goblins and cultist as casually as one would peel an orange. My congregation grew in size and so did armory. My armor granted me speed that could rival Hermes and jumps that allowed me to touch the moon. Despite all this I had never fully vanquished the dungeon. I had came close but always teleported back to base before I got to the boss. This time would be different.
I had a sniper rifle that did 440x3 damage and had a 25% crit chance. A LMG that was kinda disappointing to be honest but would get better as a made my way through the dungeon. The dungeon was a tough battle and death breathed in my face many times but we would never touch. The boss came a giant man with a ball connected to a long chain. I shot his helmet off and revealed a miniature sun for a head. I spent less than to clips popping his head open. And like that I had vanquished the great torturer but this would be the beginning of my end.
I decided to go forth to the castle and not return home. The castle felt easy every cultist fell swiftly to a shot from my mighty sniper. I had many food to stuff my self with. But it happened. I got overwhelmed and died. All I could do was stare at the screen as what happened sank into my soul. Not even the 10s of thousands of dollars my congregation mustered up could dull the pain. But alas I decided to start back from the beginning and venture into the Goblin cave.
I wore some lesser but still mighty armor. A gun that spewed poison from the snake of Eden and an energy revolver that was meh but would become better as I ventured though the cave. But playing through the cave everything felt different. I could not jump toward ledges I once could with minimum effort. My sprint felt like I was still walking. I now had to actually worry about food. I had to return to my church after nearly dying from a mere ghost!
Everything felt worse now but I know that I can climb my way back to glory as I did once before! But this time I have hours of experience in my soul and a determination to get it all back!