"Immortal Legends" was the most famous and highest rated guild in Second World. In a world where the villains tried to use games to take your currency and items, its heroes were the players that would beat the evil back into oblivion. And it was thanks to their work that the upper floors remained clean and safe.
"Wait, is that the immortal guild?"
"I heard they never wiped once."
"Man, their avatars are awesome!"
"What floor do they play on??"
As Soldier 76 and Malzahar joined the rest of the group, the guildmaster "Reinhardt" nodded to begin discussing their objective. He was a massive knight, a mountain of a man in a mechanical suit of armor plated in solid steel. Despite his massive appearance and titan-sized sledgehammer of a mace, he was probably the friendliest of the lot.
[Reinhardt]:
Ah friends, you're all here.
[Soldier 76]:
This raid better be worth it, Rein.
[Dragonborn]:
It's gotta be. I haven't even been in a full raid yet since I joined the guild a year ago.
[Kratos]:
It's been too long since we had a real challenge.
[Geralt]:
Those scamming cunts quit trying a long time ago.
[Sub-Zero]:
A scammer wants to make money. Yet they made no money. Because we always beat them.
[Illidan]:
I think my player killing days were more profitable than our recent raids.
[Ryu]:
You're not going back to that.
[Pantheon]:
Can we get a move on, dudes. I was in the middle of something nice.
[Malzahar]:
Who is it this time? Leona? Janna? ...Rek'Sai?
[Reinhardt]:
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