Pwned!

[A®heim]

21!

24!

Miss!

21!

Critical Hit!
49!

Experienced Gained: 12 exp

Ayaitus lowered his staff and sat down to eat some food. So far this game wasn't bad, Ayer had already gotten his character to level 5 and he had only been playing for two...three...seventeen hours!?

Alright so maybe he was still kinda new to this. After all, it was trying on Ayer always having to walk everywhere and he never was up to date on the whole "magic" thing yet. Only reason he had even picked the mage class was because it was the only one left that hadn't been chosen by one of his brethren.

Ayaitus stood and faced one of the several bandits ahead. Holding his staff ahead of him, he began to gather the power from the earth, the spirit, and all that other crap they said magic was. Sounded like a cheap knockoff of the Force to him. Soon, a churning orb of heat and flame enveloped the end of his staff. He stepped back slightly to put every ounce of velocity into the shot, the thief would soon pay for his crimes with the pain of hellfire.

11088!

The bandit fell with a gaping, bloody hole in its chest. The fireball continued past and burst with a somewhat pathetic spurt of smoke on the hillside.

11! I get it already!

A willowy figure in sparse, dark clothing unstealthed over the fallen bandit with a wicked grin on her face. lol. not my falt ur such a n00b. u need 2 lvl. alot.

I WOULD if you would stop killing everything I try to fight!

rofl face it nub u r only lvl 5 nao cuz i help u wit starter quest. u kept walking into wallz!

Ayer finally figured out how to turn his character around and now Ayaitus faced down the rogue with a scowl. Oh please, I'm not THAT incompetent.

"RAAAGGGULLLARRFFFLAARRAWWRRR!" said the gnoll as it ran up and killed Ayaitus with a single blow of it's club.

The woman materialized behind the beast in an instant and ended its life with a quick slash. She stood over Ayaitus' corpse with a smirk. well, i got a raid 2 go 2 gtg. good luk wit teh grindin. ttyl

I hate this game so much...

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

The annoyance she experienced was beyond comprehension....why had she EVER allowed 11 to talk her into trying this stupid game? There was just no point in it. The visual simulators that ran the program in perfect three dimensional clarity behind her visor kept the little droid perfectly still as she 'watched' the game unfold before her, hidden to any other eyes except those also 'plugged in' to the simulation. This, in itself, was no problem for her...it was almost enjoyable to be able to see these strange beings interact...what wasn't so enjoyable was the pointlessness of the game itself...

Certainly there HAD to be a point to it all!?

11 had mentioned something about a "story line" the player could follow...but there was nothing she could see aside from the broad and vague outline of 'there's a war going on and we're enlisting your help' that so many of these games seemed to start out with.

...Not that she'd ever tried any of those other games, of course....

A notable sigh escaped the droid (and thus her avatar), as she felled yet another of these seemingly countless creatures. Turning "her" head to the side, the elfin ranger watched yet another monster spawn out of thin air.

...How absurd...completely unrealistic...how can a creature just appear out of thin air like that? Better yet, how can these other beings actually accept such a thing? It bothers me to no end...

Deciding it was high time to get out of this virtual hell, 13's ranger "Nephthys" turned and started jogging back in the direction of the nearest 'friendly' town. This itself would take no small amount of time. Grumbling to herself as she trotted along, the droid's avatar slowed to a walk after a little while as something else came into view...a very familiar (no pun intended) looking mage, sprawled out on his back and looking very dead. Huffing a sigh, she tromped up and looked down at her brother.

Did that dolt leave you out here to die again? Hold on, I think I have a resurrection scroll around here somewhere.

Another heavy sigh as she opened the various content folders and files that allowed her access to her virtual backpack and spell scrolls. Flipping through the various scrolls she'd collected, she let out a little grunt that could have been associated with some form of pleasure. In moments her character was chanting away and surrounded by sparkling lights and colors and all the foofarah that the game associated with 'magic.'

You should know better than to let him talk you into coming all the way out here where HE gets experience and YOU get killed. It's about as far from logical as you can get Ayer, really.

[A®heim]

Ayer had switched off his VR display in disgust. Why did he ever let 11 trick him into playing this bloody game? The bird droid hopped down from his perch and looked around his room. Bright white walls, featureless. This had been his home when he was first created, and now that he had been rescued and repaired, it was his home once again.

He sighed, an odd metallic groan, as he gazed around this room. Blast that REA, there was nothing else to do in this place. He goggled back in.

Just in time to be resurrected. Which was good. Last time Ayer had died it had taken him a mere 2 hours to figure out how to return to his body. Apparently walking off a cliff is worse when you're a ghost than when you're alive. Bloody illogical game mechanic...

Oh. Hello- uh... He glanced up to read the name hovering over her head. Nephthys. Thank you for your timely assistance. Ayaitus spun around several times before finally orienting on the ranger. I can hold my own out here, thank you! They're only...12 levels...higher...than okay fine, I have no idea where I am. The textures in this world are fantastically rendered, I tend to wander while I look at it. It's my inner recon drone I suppose.

The mage knelt and flicked his wrist. A flask of water appeared in a mote of glittering magic. He downed this quickly watching as his "mana" bar steadily restored itself. Rather like his energy meter Ayer realized. Perhaps his life already was a sort of video game. What did that make this then?

11 said he was going to "PL" me. I have no idea what that means, but alas, here I am with an out of date spellbook, no 11, and a quest to kill something that can halve my hitpoints by staring at me.

Ayaitus sighed as he tosses away the flask, watching it sparkle back into the nether as it bounced across the floor. He looked back up at the other player. I don't believe I recall which Familiar you are. All this dying must be fragmenting my memory drive. 05, is that you?