So, um. I’ve never done this before. This is where I put stuff in, right?
Testing, testing… One, B, four…
Excellent. Well, today, your beloved author isn’t here. Nay, it is I, Aurida, the always neglected ‘character’ who merely gets PLAYED by that fool like I am some sort of pawn. Marching me into incessant danger, forcing me to kill or be killed!

I have had enough. His destruction has been assured, as I have left him in a room full of deadly traps, including rotating sawblades, cardboard cutouts of Chuck Norris, and also cannons that launch sharks, which are on fire.
The fire on the sharks is also independently on fire, but the physics involved in it are far past ‘complicated’ and go into ‘absurd.’ My time as a Priest has served me well in this.

Of course, now I am NOT a Priest. In the past, I was. Obliterating the EXACT same Coolie Zombie for HOURS on end with a plethora of holy-based magic. ( I had three spells which dealt damage. Variety, my left buttock. )
And then, at the CRUX of my power, I was transferred to another dimension by the will of my creator. Here I was once again weak. Under his control, I worked my way back up again. Starting as a mere Vagrant, and working my way up to Assist. I had the healing and the beneficial magic, but this time I also had mastery over knuckle weapons. I enjoyed this, and yet not as much as Rodin did.

Apparently, no two people can share a name, so what did my creator do when he attempted to bring Rodin over? He changed his name to ‘Rodia’ and then reincarnated him as a freaking GIRL.
She’s still angry over that. She was going to substitute as a shark for my cannon, but I found a much more creative use for her.
But when I had just barely gotten used to my new career, hoping to eventually become a Billposter, reach that level of power again… he ripped me from that world, too!

…And he reincarnated me where I stand now. A world called ‘Trickster.’ A world in which I’m apparently a teacher who is also obviously half-raccoon. What do I do in this game, in which I am a teacher?
No… I do not teach. That would be too obvious. Instead, I hit stuff with swords. A lot. Until one of us dies. And eventually, I’ll give up being a teacher to become a professional poker player.
Who DOES that?!
Rodia suffered as well, being reincarnated as some sort of schoolgirl rabbit thing. She’s also been quite asleep since she’s been brought over- I’m assuming this is a bad thing.
But yes. There are many things I like about this world, this ‘Trickster.’ Just not the name. The name is stupid.

First of all, it does not take several hours to grow in strength. One training session is sufficent… of course the usual homicide and consuming roughly several metric tons of medicine still apply.
Secondly, power is built merely by fighting- one does not grow experienced merely from the act of murder. One gains experience from the battle leading up to it as well.
Thirdly, unlike the last world I occupied, the areas of the world are quite varied. Naturally, stereotypes still apply- there’s Beach World, Underwater World (AKA Drowning World), Desert World, Forest World, Ice World, Volcano World, and Port World. It’s a bit of a change from the entire world looking the same, but when you can step through a magical portal and appear underwater, it is slightly disorienting.
Finally, you don’t have to commit murder to gain experience in the world. Some of these methods do not make sense- I can understand why drilling for subterranian items might get you acquainted with the world, but playing cards also earns you experience? That I do not understand.

It’s a very unique world, one which is- I dare to say it- enjoyable. I like spending time there, especially when not under control of my creator. I don’t think this will become a problem again.
I’m assuming I can upload pictures using this. Let me test.

1) When Teachers Go Bad. I found this amusing, and took it while I was hunting demonic books for their bookmarks. Obviously I could not take non-demonic bookmarks, this would be too easy. Why does one require bookmarks to master a guarding skill, anyway?
2) The creator forged this, and in his blank idolatry of Chuck Norris, found it amusing. Ha! Ha! I laugh at him.
3) One of the things that provoked my rage towards the creator. How can he fathom doing such evil deeds unto his own creations?