[User has killed (2) low-level Disaster Class. +30 stat points.]
[User has killed (1) high-level Disaster Class. +20 stat points.]
Mark landed on the ground and he cleaned the blood that spread on his face as he looked around at all the monsters in the area. They were still charging for him, so he would not have time to rest yet.
Mark glanced at his system tab at the side and he saw that he now had a hundred stat points to work with. Since Mark was going to be fighting against a lot of monsters right now, he needed to improve both his agility and durability so he could move around however he wished. He was already very agile and he could tell that his strength and stamina were not lacking since he was barely tired after that altercation.
"Vanitas! We need to move the other superhumans out from here! Most of us are dead and the rest can't fight anymore! There's a helicopter on the far side of the beach. If we move over there, we can use it to escape!"
In the story, a lot of people refer to Mark as Vanitas. There's no special reason for this beyond the fact that the word Vanitas rolls off the tongue and sounds better than Mark. The different peole who call him Vanitas don't even know each other.
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My sister studies law in the university and she's witty as fuck. So things usually get heated whenever we argue cause I also have a witty remark or two to throw back at her since I'm kinda good with words.
But recently, thing have been wierd because we haven't argued once since she came to live with me. We share everything in this house and I thought we would have murdered each other over the silliest thing by now, but nope. Everytime we are about to argue, she just pouts, apologises, and retreats. It's fucking infuriating.
P.S. We argued yesterday about the dish soap. Everything is right in the world once more!
Join Mark as he battles Gods, Monsters and fights for survival!