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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2015 5:00:23 GMT
Sword Art Online has been active for two months straight. Many on the outside have tried to bring their loved ones back, but, they have doomed them instead. Those that still remain are scared, but fight because they want to survive. The calm streets of the Town of Beginnings are still active with plenty of fresh players.
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Post by Reaper on Feb 23, 2015 5:40:14 GMT
*I run along the rooftops of the different buildings, having gotten much better at such abilities, chasing after a merchant player who conned him out of his scythe*
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Post by Reaper on Feb 23, 2015 21:59:47 GMT
*After catching up to the con-man, I discreetly follow him outside of town, into the wild*
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Post by Reaper on Feb 24, 2015 3:02:11 GMT
*As the merchant makes his way further into the wilderness, I follow closely. My sneaking abilities high enough that he couldn't detect me if he tried. He soon finds himself in a rocky grotto before sighing*
Everything needs to respawn already!
*I sneer before creeping behind him*
And what use do you have for hunting, friend?
*The merchant jumps, startled, before whipping around*
GOOD GOD, MAN! DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT! Wait...You're that guy I bought the scythe off of, ain't ya? Ya! It's you! What'd you say your name was?
*I narrow my eyes*
I didn't...
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Post by Reaper on Feb 24, 2015 6:37:23 GMT
*The merchant chuckles nervously*
Well...You know of any good hunting spots that haven't been picked clean yet?
*I nod and grin widely*
...I have a prize quarry in my gaze right now...
*The merchant's eyes widen*
...Beg pardon?...
*I grin*
...My Scythe...give it back...
*The merchant chuckles before pulling my scythe from his inventory and twirling it around*
Sorry, pal. All sales are final...
*I nod*
Hm...Hm...final...I see...Say, you wanna see a new skill I discovered?...
*The merchant raises a brow*
...I'm gonna go with no-OW!...*a dart hits his chest and he becomes paralyzed*...Wha-!...What the hell!
*I cackle as I approach him*
You feel that? That's called "paralysis". Fun little effect I can add to my strikes...*I snatch my scythe back from him*...I'll be taking that back now...
*The merchant tries in vain to struggle against the paralysis*
Hey! If you think you can get away with this, I got high level friends who will give you hell! I know your face!
*I nod*
Hm...that is right...You do know my face...*I gaze at him before looking at my scythe. The merchant looks on in horror as I twirl my scythe above my head before swiftly swinging it across his throat, the blade easily severing his head. As his body disintegrates, my inventory is filled with his former possessions and I stand there, motionless, taking in what just happened*...Did I...just do that?...He...He's dead...*My eye twitches*...I...killed him...*I look down at myself*...How could I have done that?!...*I begin twitching violently*...I...I...*I pause for a good long while before I finally pull my hood up, shrouding my face as I hang my head low*...I liked it...
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Post by Reaper on Feb 25, 2015 4:02:05 GMT
*Weeks go by after the merchant's death. During this time, more and more killings occur by my hands. I become reclusive, almost never going into safe zones until my cursor returns to green, and speaking to very few. Eventually, word reaches my ears that a raid party is forming to find the boss room and I decide to finally rejoin society*
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