User:DZ Unit-1

Hiya, I'm Dizzy.

Started monster hunting when the first came out for ps2 along with that, I paintball, commercially now, sponsored, have a home field, and proud. I also play scenario paintball as well, and whenever I campout for multiday games, I play nothing but monster hunter on my spare time, aside from cleaning my markers and gear alike. (just incase you're wondering, I only run with the best markers around, Planet Eclipse FTW)

Not gonna hand down all my personal info, but just to clarfy the confusion people might have about me, (Ha! found a boy-ish pic of me, but I don't know which one to post) I'm a guy, I know I look like a chick in all my pics, so don't be like the last handful of people trying to hit on me on other forums okies? now you know. I just happen to be feminant and like make up, not ashamed of admitting it either, infact, all my friends, girlfriends and even my ex's love me for it. =3 =3 =3

Okies, now thats out of the way. was HR 20 in the first MH, and never got up and off on MHF (stayed HR1) I'm currently HR 5 on MHF2 and writing a story about my adventures starting from the first MH, it's about me and how I would have started off if MH was real. Lame I know, but to kill the time at my work.

I play lots of games and as you know it, Halo 3, Rainbow 6 Las Vegas 2, FF11 online, Ragnarok online, COD4, lalala. I live a gothic subculture type of life, luv shopping at hot topic, renegade, black fly, lip service and blacklist. =3

I luv to eat fruity pebbles, drowning them and burying them in my belly. =3 I'm a mutt, a mix of alot of things, generally korean, german, and hispanic. Luv my kimberse 45. tis shiny. nya

I'm very easy to get along with, and not easily tempered. Am not crazy... ...nya

oh and and and

I hate oxygen.

=3

The Monster Hunter Known As Dizzy


I use my real name for my character, Dizzy. I consider myself somewhat of a newhalf, I'm androgynious by nature, and am quite content with it. If I'm to be labeled something, male to female transgender/hermaphrodite/whatever is fine, people mistake me for being a girl very often, but I care naught. My character is Dizzy, female, HR 20, and was well known by many on the first Monster Hunter. My character wore a High Metal Cap, with the following, Personal Vest, Sleeves, Frills, and Pink Metal Boots. No matter how many more powerful weapons and armor I possessed, I ALWAYS used this armor combo, with the Dead Revolver, save for against the Fatalis. MHF1, I didn't have much of a go on for that game, since it was pretty much like the first MH and brought bad memories. MHF2 however, I enjoyed very much, and continue on with some of my many lost friends. I'm HR 5, still having much to do, and lots of monsters to slay. I've managed to get alot of my old armor back like the personal items, and stuff I had back on MH. However I currently run with full set custom Kirin, and specialize with Hunting Horns, especially the Basarios Rock MkII being my next signiture weapon, with my least used weapon being Dual Swords. I look forward to running with you all someday, and perhaps, for the few who might remember me, we might see eachother again.

Ask Dizzy Anything!
A "Let's get to Know" Dizzy Questionaire!



''Originally submitted upon Myspace, therefore will carryover questions that were asked there. Please make the questions appropriate, and public friendly.''

Rae: What's your name? Dizzy =3

Rae: Are you really? Yus

Holly: What's your favorite color? Purple

Michelle: What color is your eyes? Amethyst (I'm wearing contacts, my eye color is naturally brown)

Michelle: What color is your hair? Black and purple (naturally black, what can I say, I like being artificial)

Michael: Have any piercings? Err used to, but they healed up due to my work policy, and I couldn't wear em for awhile

Michael: Have any tattoos? Eh no, but i'm thinking about getting one

Ralph: Whats your favorite fruit? Watermellon

Salty: What are you? "He R Legend" [VeriSquad] Nah, I'm just a gender confused, transgender boi

Seph: ''Are you Gay? Bi? Straight?'' Straight, as far as I know ^.~

Jennifer: ''What are you? ethnicity wise?'' I'm half Korean, 1/8 German, 1/8 Hispanic, 1/8 Okie, 1/8 something else I can't remember.

Rachel: What things are you into? I love power metal, metal, rock, and pop music, goth/gothic lolita subculture, paintball, video games, make up, guns(antiquety) save for the FN 2000, thats a nice modern one, my planet eclipse markers, my head wear, and umm, food, shopping, mall, being myself, ofcourse my friends and family, and ummm, chocolate. =3

Rae: ''What about air? =b'' Nuuuuuuuuuu, I hate oxygen =3 didn't I already tell you that mango?

Rae: ''Can I has you? =3'' Nope, I already belong to you =3

Nitara Have you forgotten me yet? Hey, I remember you! =3

Jon Is it true you still practice Kenjutsu? Oh wow, how'd you learn that? No, did for awhile, but I nolonger practice Kendo.

Keep em coming

Dizzy Tips
Check in every now and then for more tips!

"Always keep your eyes on the enemy, study it's movement, learn what all he's capable of, then learn how to counter it's exsistence"

"Watch for momentary lulls in your opponents attack pattern, strike at the center of that exposed moment of vulnerability, and victory shall be yours."

"Never become to cocky to swing away your sword, for you're very much bound to swing away your life as well."

"Most foes will take atleast two turns to face you before engaging, stay on the move til he's finished, and you will witness a easily seen flaw as your foes claw/breath/tackle the empty space where you once stood"

"There are many ways to avoid the stunning result of a roar, you can either block, execute a fleeing dive the moment it roars, throw a flash bomb, strike at it, or stay clear from it's general area. However, be aware that not all of these options will save you with certain foes."

"Aim at the head as best as you can, for most creatures leave them prone in some way or form when fighting."

"Know your enviroment, for nature is as much as your friend... as it is your enemy..."

"For those whom cannot block, a 'Fleeing Dive' is your best bet to avoid taking damage, and status infliction."

"Only recover when your opponent is pre-occupied by executing a maneuver"

"Always make an attempt to paint the beast you're hunting. This is especially useful when you're fleeing with a valuable item in your hands that renders you from running at full speed. With your opponent painted, and marked on your HUD, you can anticipate from where he's gonna attack next without watching him."

"When working with teamates, be conscious about them, avoid upperswung moves with a GS, Hammer, or maneuvers that'll send other players around you, into a tumble, that can result in a tragic end."

"Whenever they're present, eliminate minions, as they can very well send you to your doom as much as the boss himself."

"Never meet a monsters charge head on."

"Do your best to avoid getting cornered."

"Stamina is required to uphold your shield, without it, your defense will fail..."

"Make sure to stop by your Felyne Kitchen for a good meal once awhile, they offer alot of good treats and yield valuable items to you whenever you should speak amongst them."

"A weapon is only as good as he or she whom wields it."

"Numbers don't decide victories, only the players whom know how to apply it, when and how will win."

Odd Dizzy Discoveries!
"The Enemy Of My Enemy, Is My Friend...Well, was anyway..."

Long ago, as I made my way to finish the job of hunting a Rathian in MHF2, I entered the same cave where it slumbered in the jungles. It twas naught only the Rathian and I who occupied it at the time. For in that very same cave, (not really amusing for the least part) Velocipreys roamed about till they noticed me. They did the occasional "I RAWR AT CHU" bit, but what happened next, came as somewhat of a shocking, pleasant surprise. After they rawred at me, they made their way towards the Rathian, and began attacking her... I'm wondering at this time, is this a glitch? or are they actually tired of being eaten in the CG movies lolz. Anyho, I couldn't think long about it, as the frustrated Rathian began to attack me with Velos trailing her. As she and I engaged, the Velos continued to gnaw on her back, not once attacking me. My newly found allies, despite their best efforts, were eventually put down, from getting in the way of the Rathians charge and fireball attacks. They were avenged however, as I soon slew the bewildered Rathian, and ended the queens reign.

If that was indeed a glitch, I liked it, well, sorta. You see, I can't exactly catch the Rathian when they keep waking her up. >.< If not a glitch, then the Velocipreys and I are friends. ^.^ Wii

"The Disappointed Hunter"

I'm seriously disappointed...after engaging the Lunastra for the first time... I'm sad... The Kushala Daora could put up a better fight with both of his wings tied. Here I was expecting a challenge...something new and different...well, while it did display some mild forms of fireworks, none of it saved her skin in the end...how lame. I'm gonna go cry now XC

When Dizzy Was A Newblet
A newblets insight of how Dizzy did it the first time.

Q: How did you first take on a Kut Ku?

A: "Well, after getting ran over by him the first couple of times, and getting tail whipped, I just generally sat back and watched him, and observed his blunt movements, which way he swings first, ya know. I soon learned to stay away from his right side, and generally stay out of it's way should he make very sharp turns. After that, it became easy. oh, they also threw in the dive attack, both short and long range."

Q: What about a Gypceros?

A: "I learned very quickly about his flash ordealy, and either countered it with a block, or fleeing dive. He pretty much lets you know when he plans on executing this move, he'll initiate the 'HitMeNow' (generally the only time you have to make a descision about how to counter the flash) then is followed by the flash, inflicting the status known as 'Knock Out'. but other than that, moves similiarly to a Kut Ku, once you break the stone upon his head, it's like a double opportunity to keep striking him ya know. Oh and other than venom for fire, and the flash deal, he also tends to feign death quite a couple of times, usually you can tell when he fakes it by the music playing. The boss theme ends generally when the thing dies by a initial hit, when the music is still playing by the time he hits the floor, he's bull POOPING it, get what I mean? If you're unsure, throw something at it when it stops squirming, oh and stand the hell away from it if you have weak armor, it's 'wake up thrash' is not pretty."

Q: Whats your insight about a Cephadrome?

A: "What, that coward? sure they're big, long and tough looking, but leaves his head too exposed for a good clean hit after he decides to shoot you with sand (hint hint) not too mention, I generally stay underneath his feet, and roll towards the opposite direction of his 'Hip Check' attack, while i'm underneath, which in turn, misses me, and leaves him exposed once more, very clean, and simple enemy to fight, save for the fishing part in my opinion, oh and his additional new sand skip technique"

Q: Basarios?

A: "Probably amongst one of the few favorite and adorable wyverns I like to fight. One who can pull an egg roll, and make it look pretty. =3 The first couple of times I fought this creature, I used a gun, never died once against it, very slow. In the first generation, he was actually capable of using the 'Red Beam Of Death' which was very remote, and very rare to see, most commonly seen used by his elder form Gravios. His chances of using this attack was at a all time low, I've yet to see him use this in MHF2. He use his 'Hip Check' move commonly, along with a lil toot of poison and tail whips. Most notably one of the first monsters I started to trail after he charged, and witness the first of many 'Tail Wagging' moves, which generally turned me off, and had to wait for him to quit being excited. Never had much of a problem fighting him, just keep your eye on him, I know he's cute, but hits like a truck should the victim be wearing prey armor and below. If you can take a Cephadrome, you can definantly take this cutie. His big brother though...x.X nya."

Q: His big brother?

A: "Nya! Tis what we call a Gravios. While the Basarios is the juvenile form, the Gravios is one big bacon compared to the bits. This was actually infact, was my first wyvern to fight and defeat in my younger days, thanks to Jace and his instructing, I learned how to fight these effectively today. I'll be honest, it wasn't easy, when he rages and roars, that a good possibility it'll all be over for you. When i finally soloed this guy, I went by gun, Grenade launcher, and wore amongst the weakest armors made, the hornetaur armor. Sure it was crap, but allowed me to continue fighting without the shock from the roar immobilizing me. Ear plugs, can change combat big time, make things easier for you. Be aware though, if you don't stay on the move, one plow is all it takes from a Grav to finish you. The hornetaur armor was one of the easiest armor sets to get at the very beginning with high grade earplugs, good option if you can't get ahold of garuga armor."

Q: ''Interesting, doesn't the Cephadrome have a similiar relative? except it actually swims in water?''

A: "Let me tell you something, all Piscines are natural cowards in my opinion, and a Plesioth, is most definantly one of the biggest. Fights exactly like a Cephadrome, except take it's natural sand attributes and traits, and switch it with water, and let it grow and gain a extra couple of tons and few inches (okies, a few yards). maybe a few changes like... IT'S THE FIRST FISH TO RUN LIKE A CHICKEN! haha, no joke though, give it room should he dicide to run towards his preferred spot of jumping in the water. that, and ofcourse he's bigger, his attacks are gonna have some ri-donk-culous range. They threw in the land skidding technique in for him too. Very prone to Sonic bombs, just like all piscines apparently. I prefer taking this thing on with a gun, or a bow nowdays. although when fighting in pairs, i'll let someone shoot, while i go CQB."

Q: Is it true you found the Rathalos to be intimidating?

A: "Honestly, yea, I never did want to dance with that thing at close quarters, after seeing my friends had so much trouble with it. But I was eventually forced to solo it, and my weapon at the time was a Shotgun (Azure). I pelleted him all hardcore, unto his dying breath, along with what ammunition i could buy, didn't know what items made which and stuff when I was a newblet hehe. Then I learned how easy it was to craft Clust lvl 2s, made combat alot more easier, and at the same time, my skills with a hammer was flourishing. Took a los with a anvil hammer, then a dead revolver to the rest of the Rathalos I would come to fight before the closing of the first generation. They added quite alot of tricks up it's sleeves since last I fought them, like the increased range on the aerial claw attack dealy, I remember back in the old days of MH, you could stand away from that technique and not be fazed by it. That changed when I got on MHF2, decided to take it on, and whoa, did that thing zoom in fast on me. I use hammers more often when fighting, so my only choice to evade that technique was to run and dive, or hide behind something solid. You're generally safe from his airbourne fire attacks if your underneath him, and should he take off, never take your eyes off him period."

Q: What about his female counterpart, the Rathian?

A: "Same deal, save for the fact that, in my opinion, is far more combative and fiercer in battle. It was a lil more tougher to take out when I size up the two, and that should be natural. I firmly believe that the female of the pair should be more difficult to fight, seeing as she would need to be to protect her youngs from being eaten by the daddy (insert national geagraphics intro). Different things I found was the fact that she can follow up with another tail flip after her first one, which changed some of my tactics alil. other than that, her home-in charge is still annoying as ever. I'm aware this is a more ground based version of the Rathalos too.

Q: What of the Diablos?

A: "I was freaked about fighting this thing, that was until I found out it too was prone to sonic bombs. I used to gun him down often, but now am very comfortable fighting him with hammer based weapons."

Q: Monoblos then?

A: "I honestly didn't fight this monster til after the servers got closed, by then, I was already well adept at handling sub species of the Diablos, but if I had encountered him for the first time online, I would have used a gun."

Q: On to Elder Dragons then, Tell me of your first engagment agains't the Lao Shan Lung?

A: "This was me. (O.O) I didn't want to get closed to that thing so I used a heavy bowgun. It was later that I found it relatively safe getting close to it, started with a lance on the head, then found it to be more vital attacking the feets, with a hammer. actually slowed him down faster and longer. I one has to say is watch out for his tail."

Q: Fatalis?

A: "I had heard so much about this creature and was waiting for it, I learned fast about taking it on, and listened to my friends whom had experience fighting it. I never did go close quarters with it, after watching players with stronger armor go agains't it, only to fail miserably. Now in MHF2 these things don't even do that much damage to you when just stepping, and turning, making close quarter combat possible."

Q: Now moving onto some of the more newer generation, what did you think of the Congalala?

A: "Er, wasn't too much of a challenge, very simple to combat, slow, his charge bit can be irritating, but basically just a hit, dogde to the right, hit again, repeat the whole time, and you're pretty much fine fighting this pink fur ball of joy...and odor"

Q: And his snow top bretheren?

A: "By far, one of the more tricky and cowardly fighters in the series (IMO), alot of moves to watch for from this primate, but generally maintain distance, and hit the Blangonga with something that offers range, Hunting Horn, Longsword, blah, repeat fighting style used for the Congalala, and you're fine, keep a eye on him at all times though, he moves decently fast."

Q: Daimyo Hermitaur?

A: "It was very intresting taking this creature on for the first time. While mildly slow, one of his attacks had a re-donk-ulous area of damage (his bubble blast namely) i'm noweher near his face when he lets this one fly, near his claw more like and i'm still effected by the blast as if it hit me directly, oddly enough, he just didn't seem to wanna die for my first time, just generally use the same stradegy.

Q: Shogun Ceanataur?

A: "Definitly offers up more of a challenge, but is generally the same as a Diamyo Hermitaur, in the same sense as fighting style, except quicker, which would be natural for a shogun of the carapaceon dynasty, haha."

TO BE CONTINUED

Memoir
In honor and memory of those special to me (Dizzya_Faith) whom served before the closing chapter of the first Monster Hunter generation, may we see eachother again.

Uni_Uni: Who was absolutely obsessed with taking away my innocence, and a reliable gunner.

N1tara: Very reliable lancer, she and I along with one other made up the "Femi Ninja Squad", dedicated to serving lonely hunters with one quest only.

dizzy1: A guy with a wonderful personality and excelled at a wide variety of weapons, skills only outmatched by his goofiness.

R3yK1nG: The one and only mexican marine, and my bestest friend in the whole world. Although silly he is, very capable person, and couldn't ask for anyone else better, to look after my back, especially in paintball.

RyuBane: Despite lacking humor, due to autism he claims, he was very informative, and persuasive. Please be noted that being humorless is not implied to everyone whom is diagnosed with autism, everyone can, or cannot be funny, it's all about the beings personality.

EmoVixen: Whom was not very emo acting, thankfully, she was a very upright and high spirited figure around the group.

KitKatKO: A very insane person, whom was very random and cheerful.

Dex_Raven: Only second to R3yK1nG as far as best friend, he's well known for his history of multiple rivalry, thus being dubbed "The Infamous Dex Raven". As a paintballer, he has happily accepted the new nick name I bestowed upon him and his paintball marker, Red Raven.

Leon_Xcalavor: Amongst my favorite cousins whom play, he favors the dual swords over everything.

Sefirix: Another one of my favorite cousins, he's very indecisive, but shares many qualities very much like my own.

XRaineX: Lethal, brutal, but very kind hearted. A leading motherly figure amongst the group, she's very helpful as far as dealing with emotional problems others may have troubles with. Very proficient with a heavy bowgun.

1234JACE: Though very naive, and annoying, he was nevertheless, a very capable instructor and guiding teacher when I first started monster hunting.

FoxyGrrl: Amongst the few internet lovers I've encountered, she and I have worked with eachother before on Ragnarok Online.

VALORIE: Regardless of her melancholy like state, she is very compassionate about her friends, even if she doesn't state it, nor share it.

XmeCRAZY: There's not a care in the world that can bother this chick, very upbeat and positive, her temper can easily flare by negativeness brought upon us.

LosKilla: Amongst the few professed swordsmen that'll never upswing, unless if to save a life.

oohlalalara: A very cheerful girl, whom enjoys a good conversation, and always manages to smile her way out of drama.

MrRice: "Moble Dictionary" as we always called him, this asian kid, talks with alot of spunk and makes learning more interesting.

fangoboy: A crazy, selfcentered kid with an interesting take of how we should live under his rule.

KrunkKrux: Whom hardly ever acted mature, but was funny, and determined to die with a smile or a joke at the end.

FelicityRage: One of the later "Femi Ninjas" she had been there to help solve some of my emotional issues at hand, issues long cured because of her.

XxCLOUDxX: Great player, all around kind and wonderful person to chill and play KOTH with in monster hunter, often used the eternal annilator.

Dizzys Diary
Monster Hunter

Look forward to hand sketched illustrations per each log in the future.

02/21/XX

Today I depart from Kotoko village, my loved ones, my mentors, to embark and embrace my fathers legacy as a monster hunter, serving the guild as he did before me. I begin my step unto the rugged dirt path that stretches out beyond the hills and forest, laying before me, the open valley, river, and beyond, the twin peeks of the proud guild hall for which I make my destination, to begin my long and enduring training. Once many a times ago, long have my childhood friends and I had our fun and games amongst the creatures feeding amongst the land, swimming in the rivers and catching exotic bugs of all colors and sizes. During the days I lived as a child, I had looked up to my father, til the day he had disappeared into the light, and could do nothing more than remember him during slumber at night. I was but twelve then...and still I, know naught what became of him. Rumors from the mouths of travelers and peddlers are but my only source of information about the outside world now. Long have I waited to break free, to explore, and fight extroadinary battles agains't fire breathing fiends. My father had long taught me of these wyverns, creatures of old... terrors of might...and tales after tales of victories bought by many hours of rigorous training. My father was a hero to all of Kotoko and her neighboring lands, had a lovely wife, and had, for the most part, a happy life. Monsters stir and were promptly slewed, caught, carved, and twas always different each day. My father would return, bearing gifts of all kind. Beautiful ores, hides, scales, claws, fangs, and fluids...though many of his finds seemed grotesque. To some, each finding offered potential, and with what all the ores he possessed, he made me my very first sword and shield to practice with. My friends and I would make belief we were all on a daring quest, to slay the wild chicken like wyvern called a Yian kut ku. Funny by nature, but nothing I would have expected til I took on one head to head my first time. I had thought my friends had colored and designed a tree quite well to resemble one in fact. My friends would cry for help, and throw stones at the fake Kut Ku, pretending to run away... a long, long time ago... The following days after, would forever change me...

02/22/XX

It was not long before I found myself at the river bank, and crossed upon the bridge made by outsiders in order to trade and do business with eachother. Just beyond that, laid the gates to the urban town outside of the guild halls. By the gods, I had never seen so many peddlers and merchants crowd one area. Many sold goods provided by neighboring villages and towns like the one I grew up in. In fact, I recognized a few whom spotted me, however aged and change they may seem, I still remembered them. Whether they remembered me, twas of no concern. I was shocked when one peddler hailed me, asking if I had a brother, from Kotoko named Dizzy. I simply did not reply, and she went about how, something about me reminded her of the young lad whom I used to be. I was embarrassed, but showed no sign of it to give myself away less I avoid being regonized, but what harm could really have been done? I pondered. She changed the subject and asked where it is I hail from. I behaved and acted casually as I should have, being kind and sweet, but false and desceiving, my only means to hide my true identity. She never caught on, but how it pained me to lie to a caring lady who had watched over me when I was a young boy in Kotoko. We finally exchanged our farewells, I turned and began to leave- When she finally asked me my name... She would've never expected the route I had chosen for myself, the changing of my identity, my gender, my origin. All done to protect myself...and at the same time...destroy myself, O the irony I silently laughed to myself... Ironic, I would do so, go about, living the lie, all for what really? To hide away past memories that would still haunt me unto my dying breath no matter what? No, I will start over, I will find a way to help him, and at the same time, save myself. Dex Raven will not be far behind me, vengence as wrathful as the gods, seeking a ever weary Dizzy...unsure of what ill intentions he may rear.

02/24/XX

Although, what may have sparked many confusions for years to come, I assumed the form of my feminine ego, and sat quietly in my new acquired room, one of many that sat beside the guild hall reserved for the soldiers stationed here. It would later change as new barracks were being constructed, although it wouldn't matter to me for awhile anyway. I silently stared at the uniform that laid out before me. Aside from how familiar they were compared to the ones my friends wore long ago, and that this set was ofcourse for enlisted females, I had heard the leather combat attire had improved much since then. I saw naught what all could be improved upon... Disgusted by the ill suited looking helmet, I decided to 'lose it' during a gathering mission that I and three others were assigned to. I was the only one armed with a hammer, while the others used swords, shields and great swords. Unfortunetly we were still given a green contract. Picking mushrooms is not what I had in mind, and my team was rather... well...incompetant, least to say, as the leading figure died and another one was wounded from engaging a pack of Bullfangos... To be killed by one Bullfango was indeed a lame way to go, but I would quickly learn how much of a nuisance they can become. I was put in charge the next day of a group of girls, asked to gather herbs. Irritating... It's a good thing it was only a request, because I had something else in mind. It was that day, we would fend off a measly crowd of velocipreys, and build our companionship. It was that day, I was reminded of Uni, and Raine made me feel better.

04/12/XX

The days would go by and long I would wait to test my true mettle. During the weening days that would past, I had lost touch with Helena and Gertrude. Helena had been offered a position at the inn that would soon take over the old barracks, have it redone, and become a leading hostess for years to come. Gertrude was promoted and became a gunner that serves with a squad of grenadiers that protected a section of the guild walls. She and I would still run into eachother, but other than small talk, nothing much ever happened. Raine would continue to serve with me, and had been seen fit to be promoted along with the rest of us. But her methods and performance were very brutal to some, and very unnessessary for others. She had been awarded but offered no available positions amongst the ranks of noncoms. It wouldn't have mattered in about three months anyway as the government was beginning to exploit other means of utilizing a hired experienced fighting force, other than the military. It would later appear what I had assumed to happen would come true after all as I made plans to quit and start living as a monster hunter, like my father before me. We would still benefit from doing so as the military would have grown, if it weren't going away. Hiring monster hunters, bounty hunters, and mercenaries would prove to be cheaper than hiring a militant militia to handle the job, as most hunters are more experienced and complex, each specializing, and excelling at what officers whom did little than just read books, and strategize, after they served for a length worth of their time fighting using overwhelming forces, and generally, more expenses. Hunters however, have been doing it for life, and love doing so, with absolutley no political involvment of anykind. Rather than waste money and numbers to do a task as slay a dragon, the guild plans to insert singlular, maybe at most, squads of four experienced hunters to do the task. Naught that they were doing away with the militaristic organization. They would still exsist in the chain of command, as a force, loyal to the guild. They'd be offering elite status and titles to hunters whom wished to join, being so called, 'best of the best'. "Guild Knights" as they were dubbed. My father had reached the honorary amongst them, catapulting him to a position amongst paladins whom protected the crown of Minegarde. Perhaps someday, I'll find myself where he once stood, upon the forgotten towers that watches all who reign her kingdom.

10/06/XX

It's now over for me in the military life, has been for quite sometime now. I continue on my own path now, with friends made and lost to the upcoming rise of wyverns. Its been more than half a year since I had last left my home town and to much surprise, i'm loving it, with fellow company met, and parties following afterwards. Much of my diary is still empty, and I look forward to completing it, as well as accomplishing my original goal. Seeking the cause of my fathers fate, and from there, naught even I'm for sure. Whatever it is, i'm sure something amazing will happen when I get there. Am I nervous? perhaps, scared? no, but I'll let fate take it's course, and continue to do some good for humanity that resides around me. In the mean time, Raine and I are very much alive and doing fine, as well as some of the new friends we've met along the trail. Jace, a faction leader of a group made by hunters like myself, and Ryubane the third, last young member of a guild that participated and fought at the war of the emperium long ago. We hunt daily now, as much as we can, and at night, we spend time mending our equipment, smithing new gear, and generally, having fun at the tavern with other monster hunters. However tonight, I watch from a afar, needing some time alone, occasionally steping out for a breather and gazing at the stars above. Raine had come to me that night and asked if something was wrong, I didn't know, wasn't for sure exsactly. The night would pass, and the day would come. It came infact, a most wonderous day.

12/07/XX

There was a box I was given upon the day they deemed my father was killed in combat. It was said that the box had been kept with him during all of his adventures, all around the continent of Minegarde, and was once, even quartered with him during his lone stay at the cursed fortress of Schrade. It had been with him and found at his last location upon the lonely tower that touches the very center of all that created the heavens. A meaningful wyverian treasure hunter, whom knew my father, found it upon the forgotten tower, along with his belongings and a will. He dared never to return there, but followed the request of a dying man, that simply could not have been refused. His venture was narrow, uncertain, he was scared as we might have all been if the rumors indeed were true. Upon the discovery of the will and the box, he realized that it had belonged to my father. With only haste a hunter could make, he left the top of the tower, and made his way back the the guild halls with urgent of news. Then about a month later, it came to me finally, the rumor of my fathers fell... all true...and his effects to prove all else... I remember never coming out of my room for a long time, but it was my hunger, not for food, that compelled me to come out and find out the truth behind it all. To find out what had happened on the very top of that tower, and what drew my father there. Times I felt hopeless, even for a kid like me, when the chief of my village, urged me to become great, aspire to be all that my father was and better. To become the next in a long line of hunters, born and bred for combat. To win the worlds faith that a gaurdian can be forged to protect the lives of all of Minegarde, and bring everlasting peace to her lands. How could such tales be true like the ones I used to read when I was young... When the world is like this, corrupt and cruel. Such a burden I felt I wasn't ready for. I knew I wasn't the only one, but Kotoko had lost a famed warrior before his time came, when other neighboring lands still had their gaurdians until they became of age towards retirement. Why now would Kotoko be cursed to lose such a healthy, succesful hunter at an early age? The chief felt it was destined, and that, having already beared a healthy son, me... days would look bright again as they have when my father carried the sun. I however, felt cheated, naught once was I of age to assist him during one of his quests, I knew naught, what all I was capable of...I was scared... My only source of guidance...was gone...like the moon in the night, lighting the way... My fairy tale was beginning to turn grim... I still had my friends however, and I would never forget them as they helped me become the hunter I am today. No matter how big each of our burdens weighed, nothing outmatched our strength as we grew. I would never forget them, even if they thought I would, I'd later prove them wrong. The box and his effects are all I have left of him. There were other things inside the box that I dare naught look at, but each day would pass and more I would become curious. I would fight the temptation, and for some reason, I would later laugh at how much I struggled in the past. Whenever I fought a stronger creature, I would always say to myself... "There's no harder enemy to fight, then temptation itself." Odd, but I would challenge myself against the box and cry laughing as I would just about give in and finally open it. I wonder, what could be in it...what could be in it?...

11/12/XX

Today was filled with more adventure than I could barter for. With a series of random attacks carried out by a lone Gypceros, a decieving wyvern that utilizes toxin, and a crest on his head that can generate a blinding flare, we had little choice but to take the task of subduing the maleviolent fiend. Upon our arrival in the swamp, after it's recent act of disturbance near a settlement, we readied ourselves, and planned out stradegies to counter it's exsistance. At first, it was only Raine and I who had agreed to take the task, as Ryu and Jace were out of condition due to the recent storm of enraged Kut kus. Our battle was soon joined by two familiar faces we had encounter during that storm. Felicity Rage, and Valorie Cross, both of which had similiar duties like ours when asked to protect and hold the town courtyards from the Kks. Felicity, I had known well, however, I had the feeling Valorie didn't like me... was it my purple hair? During combat, we managed to break off the light crystal it had bestowed upon his head, and severly wounded it- until it raged... During the ensuing chaos, It plowed right through Raine and Valorie, and ran repeatively in a number of patterns, spewing venom everywhere, poisoning both Felicity and me. She and I had a very odd moment of intimacy right then and there as I gave her my last vial. After finally exshausting itself, the Gypceros limped away from the fray, and took off in a hurry to recover, which was what we did soon after it left. Raine and Valorie sped to the destination it took off to, thanks to the paintball I threw prior to my intoxication. The poison was slowly weakening as Felicity walked me to the resting place of a peacefully sleeping Gypceros. Raine and Valorie, had just placed a multitude of bombs near the monster face when I had entered the area. We readied up as the lone stone soared and struck the nearest of the large barrel bombs resting beside the Gyps left cheek. With a thunderous roar, the bombs detonated, unleashing fiery upon the weakened Gypceros, sending it to the ground, where it sprawled, letting out a sudtle sigh as it stopped moving. Raine was first to the fallen creature, grabbing her carving knife, and was just about to carve when- Like a trigger gone off, the fallen Gypceros re-animated, viciously thrashing and throwing Raine off into a tumble. It's re-awakening shocked us, but after witnessing what happened to Raine, I snapped. I couldn't recall what transpired after that. All I remember was me colliding my hammer into it's face, then blacking out, brought on by the poison. I thought my life was taken until amidst the confusion, a medical team of felynes awoke me, and after a semi-peaceful ride, tossed me off. I knew I was alive then, but geez, that hurt. Felicity and Raine both exchanged about how my final strike to the face brought about peace for the rest of the community. Valorie helped me up, and I was glad to see that Raine was in one piece, We all made it in one peace. Both Felicity and Raine shared some of their carvings and Valorie would go on joking about me losing one of my nine lives. It was peaceful then, the swamp was truly beautiful, and not the foul stench hole it was made out to be.

01/28/XX

I finally gave up...I caved in and lost to it... well...lost to the box anyway... As I sighed, I began uncovering and removing the silver like linen off the box revealing the dark shimmering wood finish and embroidering that etched upon the corners of the very beautiful prism. I lift off the front hatches, and slowly opened the lid. revealing contents, follwing with a smaller box, letters, jewelries, and paperworks outlining weapon plans, intriqing. I couldn't help but notice all the numerous letters, addressed to my father from my mother. I began to read each one, slowly and calmly, forcing myself not to cry, but I broke as one did. I looked on to see whom it was addressed to, and was all but anything happy. It was me. I opened it and slowly, began to sob as my eyes watered, letters of a story told short, about how a dying man loved his son and missed me. Droplets of tear fell, but I stood strong. The following letter behind it was resolute... and helped me clear up alittle, instuctions upon his behalf and what surprises laid in wait for me, starting with the weapon plans. It was like he meant to give em to me, and if he wasn't able to, the voice heard in his letters would help. Of all the weapon designs he had stashed, one piqued my curiousity. It was the laying foundation of a gun-like hammer. The first, as described, to be endowed with the fire power, quite literally, upon itself to frighten even the mightest of wyverns today. The theories and equations that outlined the project "Revolver" seemed logical, but proved to be a difficult production in the end. I had heard that scientist had formulated methods of creating elemental enhanced weapons through means of monsters slained in combat. Using their organs and glands as means of making the perfect wyvern slaying weapon a hunter could use. While some weapons were produced, well simply made weapons, their usefullness was very well diminished, rumors of a hammer that housed the power of electricity... while all it was, was a cage with a thunderbug inside it...lame... Then a gigantic teddybear, just stuffed with sleepy inducing powder, deprived from mushrooms. No, my father was unto something, as many western black smithers saw and spread the information. He simply took interest and started this project...but was untimely killed. Now I will finish all of these weapons in his honor, starting with this "Gunhammer" prototype. Little did I know that the Dead Revolver and I would forever be one in battles to come, even during the final days of the first generations ending. Even then, I wouldn't know about the lores being spread about me til later in life. A tale of the Gunhammer maiden named Dizzy.

03/05/XX

Naught only did I have to fight off alot of monsters in life, I had to fight off men as well. Sadly, I had to break hearts as I continued on, something that hurt me at the same time. Jace was one of those...I didn't really expect him to go as far though. He liked me...and I only saw how bad it could become from there. So I just said no... He asked why, or howcome questions, questions I couldn't answer honestly, save if I wanted to reveal myself. Then came a day where I would have screamed, less I threw my life away. It never occured to me until now... That I would be inflicted by love, when I knew it was destined, but now? My covers couldn't keep warmth upon me at night as I trembled. Naught after having endure the warm bliss of her skin upon me that night. One of my companions made a move on me, one I thought, would never have imagined doing so. I couldn't reveal myself, naught then, naught now, but it was there, that rare moment... when I felt the softness of her lips, it exsisted in me, as it did for her- but I fled away, and left her confused, and most likely scared. I had no idea she was in love with me, flatuated with my innocence. It didn't even occur to me, she liked other girls. As much as I liked her, she would have been disappointed to find out I was actually a guy. I didn't know she grew lonely that night. By gods grace, he would've helped me see it... but then again, why would he have, for me? When I had already made sin. We're all bound to it. What made me any different? No, it had to have been a test perhaps, I laughed at how faithful I sounded when I had already declared how non-comfomist I was to begin with. Okay, so I believe in a god, I truly do, and accept him as my savior, but I truly believe he gave us our will to do what we liked, and musts. My key concern was to hold fast, and remain anonymously safe, as well as my disguise. However, that feeling I had, I would have equally wanted it too as she did. But it all fell apart as she felt within between my thighs. How would she have felt if she had discovered I was truly a guy, transitioning into a girl? If I could, I would transform myself completely to hide myself, but such magic only exsisted in only fairy tales, cosmetics, natural resources with natural growth could only do so much. O' If only I could tell her. I would promise to reveal myself, only when I felt the time was right. Until now, I would have to ignore all the ignorant men, whom lust for companionship at the midst of night, and be miserable, suffering as I watch couples walk by nearby shops, holding eachothers hands. Once, I began to cry as I saw one of the girls I happened to have liked, walk down towards the tavern with her partner at hand. If only I could tell them. There were only a few people who knew I was transgender. People I could trust. Most of the girls I met with at the pub generally liked me, and over time, even confided with me their lust for my innocence... One of them was a girl named Krystal, whom I would later come to learn was really Uni... The same girl I had grown up with back in my younger days... I was appalled, but remained silent, acted casually til I could escape. O'Uni, why? Why did it have to be you?

05/21/XX

It's been over a year now, and I still don't fully understand the reason behind my fathers disappearance. It's been troublesome, but I push on. I ran into more pleasurable company, many whom have resided within my newly acquired room. It's very beautiful, queen like almost, and the service is very generous with my stay here. Some of the first times I've ever seen a felyne haul a plate of so much food, I could never dream of finishing, luckily, I have my friends for that endeavor. One of them being Nitara, the lone lancer from the west. It was rumored that one of her fathers before her time, was a fabled "Dragon Rider" a long dead tradition sacked by guild laws, and deemed illegal hence. She is a descendant of the tradtion, bearing the 'Black Dragon Lance' most riders utilized. She knows naught of it's true origins, but grew up with a troubled childhood. She seems very distant at times, but we've grown more attached as the days flew by. She is one of the few people whom knows me well now, as well as Felicity, Raine Valorie, Vixi and Foxy. I try to restrain myself amongst them, but sometimes come short. They don't mind individually I think, but personally, I've come to sense that they like the idea of having me around personally, enough said. Still, I can't help but feel I'm still being watched by him... So much here, and so much learned. I've just about defeated every wyvern thats traveled amongst the guild plains. From Yians to Rathalos, and even a Gravios. Each fight brought me closer to popularity, but I knew better than to become self absorbed by it. I was invited to join the high ranking class of "Guild Maidens" but humbly declined, and stuck with my friends here at the guild taverns. Rumors were on the rise about recent activities that took place centuries ago at Schrade. Rumors that were underdeveloped and exagerated somewhat. I was aware of the black dragon lore, and knew it could be possible. I also thought about the possibilty that I might meet it someday. Other than that, Raine, and everybody are doing fine here at the guild halls, been visiting locations wide and far, oh my god, you would've loved it if I could show it too you. The waterfalls of the jungles were terrific, save for the annoying bugs. When it got cold we all went to the oasis of the desert, encountering bigger wyverns than I've ever seen, except for the Gravios, a Diablos was much faster, and was scary too, I've yet to see the subspecies of the Diablos, called a Monoblos, I hear they're quite a show when they fight territorially. I've aquired so many weapons, and armor, but have chosen to stay somewhat stylish over than protection, arrogant I know, but it has proven resilient for every need. I have just completed my fathers "Undertaker" project, and use it as equally as my newly loved Dead Revolver hammer. However- I feel somewhat hallowed inside, but can't really explain why. I'll right more as I come to my sense, you need naught worry. I'll be back in town soon.

06/06/XX

Today was a bright day indeed, most wonderous a day not seen likely. Beautiful as a lie...A nightmare, more like it. I had just recently encountered a Rathalos that in the past thirty mins, fled from my very exsistance, I don't go killing many of em, but this quest needed it done, so I set forward with just my Onslaught. Something happened then... That I thought, had been long gone and controled. However- the creature pushed something inside me that hadn't been out in a long time. For the very first time, I nolonger felt like I was driving myself, but something within, made me grip my hammer tighter, veins pulsating. The Rathalos was afraid...and to me I thought, It should be. I was sweating...my very muscles shaking at some rage within me growing. The wyvern coward, so much...to the very point that it nolonger had a choice to live and roam amongst the lands as king. Odd that I would kill it so malicously, and continue ravishing its face, even after death...I swear, It toyed with me the wrong way eachtime it ran, like a sniffling quip, I became malevolent, and for the first time, I wasn't satisfied even as it laid before me, drowned in it's own blood. I tore at his face with my bare hands, breaking my own nails as I ripped his flesh apart. I had fought so many of them before, why did I do this to this one I wonder? I grew afraid at the lone fact that I could possibly be losing myself, to an enemy long dead and likely to become forgotten. I was no better than he was. Enraged was I in thine eyes, no man could have witnessed but myself and what creatures lurked beside me. I could smell his blood flowing from a once, very alive heart. I was practically swimming in it, and out of nowhere, I..I...began to feast. Vertigo arised around me, I became nauseated, viciously tearing into his neck with my teeth, doing what all I could to rip it out. I stopped... I blinked, and my sight came back to focus as I began to taste iron from the blood. I let loose what little I had torn from his neck, and stood, barely keeping my balance, I felt I was gonna tumble and fall over any minute. I wiped off my face to see the gore drenched apron of my clothes. I was soaked, drenched with his blood, I searched all about. The cave was quiet, I fell back down to the ground, eyes teary, and wet. I kindled up into a ball, right there in his blood, surrounded by his corpse. Never wanting to be seen, I crawled under his wing, and rested on his thighs, weeping. It became dark, and the stench of his flesh awoke me. I slowly emerged from his cold damp corpse, and felt all my muscles protest at once. I fell at the hilt of my hammer, stains of dried blood decorate it as it laid dormant upon the floor beside me. I crawled for it, barely grasping ahold. I continued to lay there, sorrow overwhelming me, sobbing quietly into the night. Something had gone wrong, I know it, my heart ached and I had naught the urge to live right then and there. I lost it. only one was victorious that day, and it resided within, laughing at my lack of will, as it silently crept away from my awarness. I quickly jerked my head towards the sound of someone laughing in the cave. Naught a soul was in sight. I collapsed, but I'd be ready to fight it next time.

06/07/XX

Odd for the time being, I never spoke a word of the psych attack that day. I must've been over the edge, I was tired upon my return home, sore, and needed much rest... as well as a bath. I collapsed and was out before making contact with the mattress below. I didn't want to think, dream, eat, hunt, nothing. For me, it was a hiatus that would be short lived hopefully, but until then, sleep was all I sought, and found. I eventually did however, dream...that night, and a similiar night I had 'lost' it. Both were bloody, both were inhumane and brutal. I feared for the worst, becoming the thing I hate. The weight of my brows were heavy before, but made lighter, by the gentle sound of knocking at my door. I sat erect in my bed, aroused by the sweet smell of tea. Nitara quietly walked in, and was promptly startled by my sudden re-awakening. She then sighed, asking how were my fingers. I hadn't noticed before, but found it numbing at first. My finger tips had been en-laced with bandages, but to the extent of my knowledge, was the only medical attention I recieved in the midst of my slumber, all I required I guess. Nitara was a very caring person, but very lonely at times of the evenings. She had thought I'd be one of those hunters whom took her forgranted, and would soon forget her when others came. I smiled at her, gladly accepting her gift as we sat and spent long hours of conversations at hand. I never grew tired of her company, and would naught forget her generousity, as well as her kind soul. I had left on my own, knowing I could handle it myself. It was very different to me however when I went. I couldn't see why. I wouldn't be putting others in harms way, but just myself. So why did I feel like it was to be another century later, I would lose them all?... Maybe thats why, but it wasn't then, I was most likely becoming paranoid... most certainly not a good thing. Helena came to visit, baring an arrangment of exotic flowers found deep in the jungles. How'd she get them when she worked full time at the inn was my question. She recieved them from a handsome hunter whom spotted her, just outside the inn. He presented them as a gift to her, but saw very little interest in the gentleman, poor hunter. She had altered it a little and left them on the table next to me. I couldn't except them, but along with her insistance, and my sore legs, she had little trouble forcing them away from my grasp and watch, laughing at me struggling to give them back. We laughed, and chatted, sharing rumors amongst travelers and merchants. It had seemed that the famed mountain dragon of lore, stirred quietly again, but made no sudtle movements. Other than that, nothing else was new. I was beginning to think everyone worried about me too much. If I had ever gottened into a huge tussle, and ended up short upon the recovery bed, there would've been a ceremony in my honor, huge as a ball party fit for a king. My room was even decorated, it was embarrassing, both mentally and physically. I lose a few finger nails and it's as if I had came back from the dead. "It was a frickin Rathalos!" I would claim, "By god, it's not the only one I slew." While that was most certainly true, this one had been different, and somehow, had opened my eyes, and realize what it was that I hated. Next was the sufferable fact that, while I was indeed a transgender female, I still considered myself feminist, and grew disgusted with all the pink in my room. I sighed, such is the price for my well being. Raine told me it was temporary anyways, and that, everyone just loved me, get used to it. I loved everyone too... but I didn't have the heart to tell them what I saw in my dreams, the inevitable end to our adventures together...

08/16/XX

Today was pleasantly calm, generally because of lesser contracts of having heard civilians die from wyvern attacks, most wonderful. The Guild has been adding modifications around the fortress however due to the recent rumors of a mountain like dragon stirring, the famed Lao Shan Lung lore. Why it might come here, we know naught, rumors of it are scarce and rare. Having achieved a high rank in the society of hunters, and been called to serve before the guild halls before, I was amongst the many invited to the field testing of the modifications made to enhance the defenses of her walls. While I'm aware of the cannon and ballista launcher emplacements, something else stood right above the already towering entrance of the guild gates, along with six symetrical holes aligned with each other on her walls. The intructor and host promised to get to that eventually, but outlined us on the 'up-to-date', arsenal list, for which we could use should we require. I figured the boys and girls at the military academy would sit this one out should it occur. The cannons looked very much alike from the general cannons that laid about and around the court, and urban areas. My perception of them changed, as we gathered on top and looked from behind. There was a hole behind it, and not the cast iron lid that closed it. So it wasn't muzzleloaded, but at the same time, the breech was very vulnerable, and would make breech loading very easy, but severely dangerous. There were no ram rods, kegs of gunpowder, or fabricated primers of anykind. Suffice to say, all that it required was the cannon ball. For the lack of better elaboration of how such a device operated, It would indeed be a mystery, and became classified material. As smart as I was, I still couldn't figure it out, but it later did prove to be safe, it was carrying the round that posed something of a hazard to the hunter...The huge slug was round, as most cannon balls were, however, this round was not a solid thing of lead. It was indeed explosive as the round soared and struck the wide open ground that laid before the guild hall, harmlessly. It was very fast, all one did was simply 'drop' the cannon ball into the open slot, and BOOM! it was off. Many of peasants whom watched from a distanced, cheered as the thunderous resonation of the howitzer fell silent, putting a period to it's performance. I still don't get it however, it's like a mortar, but breech loaded from the rear with no seal, and still sent the round forward...whatever... Next was the Ballista launcher, while instead of a huge bowgun deal sitting on wheels, it had been improved upon, with a self, partial reloading upgrade consisting of two bow like features. One for the actual ballista round, and one for absorbing and returning the inertia of the opening sling. Therefore, returning the cocking lever back considerably for a easier re-cocking action for the single lone ballista cartridge fed bowgun. The same deal used for lighter, man-carried bowguns, save for the smaller, but more plentifully filled cartridges. In addition, instead of being on wheels, it is now bolt-bounded to a ball bearing plate, capable of turning a hundred and eighty degree turn and can achieve as much aiming as the required fortyfive degree mark elevation, utilizing the basic principle of using a quadrant and a plummet, quite impressive, I hope they add a more lasting cartridge round, one shot per cartridge could prove to be rather...diffciult should the time come. Then finally, they introduced the final addition, one that'll be forever dubbed as, the "Dragonator" or 'Nator' for short. Much of the information is classified, but I can tell this much that, by triggering the huge red button that lays before me, the six holes in the wall produce six, very long, drill like spikes, piercing whatever may come, and most certainly, 'drill' it's insides, gruesome. All of these were open to use should we require defending the fortress, It'll be a time that I would like to use em, but at the same time, hope I never have to.

Having "Writers Block" unfortunetly, will update eventually.