[ WP ] An NPC observes the player character , who decided to max out a single stat and neglect all others .

# Play Styles # 
 
 `` Naively enduring personality.'' Plax muttered from his nonchalant position by the wall. He watched as the player strode off towards the entrance to the amphitheater like structure, watched as he grimly noted the blood stains of past defeats. He looked more than a little ridiculous, encased in so much armor that he resembled a steel tortoise more than a warrior. He past out of sight, and Plax grimaced as a dry bellow signaled the duel to have begun. `` He thinks he can just absorb all the damage with that steel, but you ca n't make progress that way. Eventually its gon na be like poking your obstacles with a level seven stick, and then what? They are n't programmed to get bored of whacking your bunker of an armor load out. You end up wasting forty-five minutes scratching at their HP until they finally dent and chip your beautiful armor away and get to that gooey soft stuff you did n't bother upgrading either.'' As usual, Henry, the hanging corpse asset Plax had as a companion in this corner of the game world, was silent. Sometimes Plax wished he'd been paired with someone more interactive, who actually responded to his ideas and theories. But, then again, he did quite liked hearing himself muse, and would n't want another's babbling getting in the way of that. Careful what you wish for, and all that. 
 
 In the distance the sound of scrapping metal and rumbling earth had suddenly stopped. There was another horrible shriek, and the music asset played signalling yet another death, and yet another trudge back here from the last check point. Plax tsked as another player ran by, different from the first. He was lithe, feline-esque in his movements, moving quickly over the rocky landscape. He wore hardened leather armor, including a cap that did n't look like it'd stop a bee sting, let alone a daemonic blade. He shifted what looked like a carving knife nervously in hand as he cautiously approached the amphitheater, not sparing Plax even a glance. 
 
 `` Avoidant personality.'' Plax continued as Henry swung on a time released breeze. `` Ca n't roll away from your problems forever. You might be fast enough to dodge the first couple swings, might even land a hit or two. But the minute he gets a touch on you, its all over. I give this one eighty seconds, tops. I smell a restart in his future too; time to go back and pick a knight class. Even an archer is better than this.'' 
 
 As predicted, the sounds of battle were over pathetically quick, with yet another shriek and another musical dismissal. Plax looked up at the generated sun, calculating that it had moved seventy-six seconds further towards its dynamic night cycle. He smiled at Henry. `` Told you.'' Seconds after the leather clad player was vanquished, a new player mounted the horizon. He was clad in animal skins-wolf, bear, lion, whatever animals the character class was supposed to have killed in their nonexistent backstory-no protection against a blade in any case. But what really drew ones attention was the massive axe the man carried. It was easily as tall as him, though he hefted it casually on his shoulder; double-headed, with the skulls of defeated enemies emblazoned on the blades. Along its breadth fire and ice magic twisted around one another in an unholy union of AOE damage. 
 
 Plax could n't help but smile. He glanced over at Henry concedingly. 
 
 `` Belligerent personality. Do n't know if he's any smarter than the other two, but I like his moxie. After all'' He shrugged, as the barbaric warrior charged through the entrance with a roar to match the bosses' bellow. `` They ca n't kill you if they're already dead.'' 
 
 
 

