As the elevator came to a stop, the guild arrived at a floor that looked nothing like the lobby they had departed from. The corridor was narrow with the walls both cracked and stained with blood. The lights even flickered from time to time with broken glass and rubble decorating the floor. They could even feel a shrill breeze echoing through the hallway, chilling them to the very bone.
[Soldier 76]:
Jesus FUCK, what floor is this? ...Are we still in Second World?!
[Malzahar]:
The floor changes graphic to reflect on the rating and quality of the games on the floor in order to deter players from bad games. But I've never seen anything like... this.
[Kratos]:
I LOVE IT. It's like the floor is a horror game itself!
The guild threaded carefully through the hallway, the glass shards cracking under their feet as they searched the corridor for a door that would lead to a game. After about five minutes of slow walking they met a dead end and the group turned to their leader for answers.
[Geralt]:
Rein, what the eff. I thought you said there would be a game down here.
[Reinhardt]:
Ah, but I'm quite certain this is the right floor. My friend said the door would be here.
[Malzahar]:
It doesn't make any sense. Floors are only created to host games, there's never been a floor without any games. Maybe it's still loading?
[Ryu]:
That would make this the bottom floor. Games are sorted in ascending order. That's the only possible answer.
[Dragonborn]:
What kind of game would set the floor to this graphic before it's even loaded??
[Sub-Zero]:
An evil game.
The guild looked around as if to anticipate a door appearing at any second. But seconds soon turned to minutes and the guild realized they would probably be waiting down here for a couple of hours. The spooky tension had quickly wore off as the guys lolled around realizing nothing was going to happen anytime soon.
With a disappointing sigh, Geralt pulled out a few logs of wood from his inventory and stacked them. He then ignited them to a campfire and light up the dim corridor, pulling over a piece of rubble to take a seat and invited the others.
[Dragonborn]:
Couldn't we just check back when the door is here?
[Malzahar]:
Someone else might enter the game then. Games like these always close after the first player has entered.
[Sub-Zero]:
Like a venus flytrap. But instead of catching a fly. It is a sword slicing down the stem.
[Geralt]:
Stop being poetic, ninja. Although... that did sound kinda cool.
[Soldier 76]:
We only have five minutes after the first person has stepped inside before the door closes. So we're camping, boys. Like the good old days.
[Kratos]:
We must be the first to enter the evil game. Patience is the test of a true raider.
[Geralt]:
A test you always flunk, you impatient fucker.
[Kratos]:
...Patience in the game is not required.
Pantheon shrugged his shoulders as the guys talked around the campfire before making a special gesture with his hand in the open air. The movement caused a "
Window" to appear, a transparent floating square to appear with glowing white text on it.
He then proceeded to press one of the text options with his finger, "[Chat]." The window immediately shifted to a number of options, from which he picked [Join Private Room] and typed in the required password.
JOINING PRIVATE CHAT ROOM: TARGON
[Pantheon]:
sup girl
[Leona]:
u off to raid now?
[Pantheon]:
y. bottom floor. hardcore stuff, y'know. a fucking dude fest tho. wish the guild master would let u join
[Leona]:
its k. farming lowbies atm. meet later?
[Pantheon]:
did you talk to Diana?
[Leona]:
y. she said she'll only join if you gift her a +120 damage scythe...
[Pantheon]:
u got it babe. looking forward to it. xoxoxo ill get u something too~
[Leona]:
OMG! ♥ ♥ ♥
Reinhardt, who had otherwise been calm and collective so far, sunk his helmet into the palm of his big gloved hand as the guild followed Pantheon's poorly-written conversation on the floating text box. Kratos poked over Pantheon's shoulder and commented with a raised eyebrow and finger.
[Kratos]:
You're aware that these women are only using you for loot, yes?
[Pantheon]:
Yeah, but I'm getting a threesome later.
[Geralt]:
Nice!!!
Geralt gave Pantheon an approving grin and thumbs up while Kratos looked like he was internally debating whether women were worth giving up so much loot for. As Pantheon continued to write with his girl, The Dragonborn approached Soldier 76 who was standing next to Reinhardt and small talking.
[Dragonborn]:
Uh... Soldier, right? Could I ask you a question?
[Soldier 76]:
You're the new guy, right? We haven't really played together yet. It was Malzahar that vouched for you, yes?
[Dragonborn]:
Yes, uh, sir. Although technically I've been in the guild for a year now-
[Soldier 76]:
So what did you want to ask? Spit it out, recruit.
[Dragonborn]:
Since this is my first real raid, I was wondering... are there any tips you could give me?
Silence immediately befell the scene. Everyone turned to the warrior asking the soldier a question as if he had just said something forbidden. Soldier 76 instead seemed like he beamed with excitement and shaking slightly as if he had just been asked the question of a life time.
[Malzahar]:
Oh no.
[Geralt]:
Here we fucking go.
[Soldier 76]:
You may have read my first guide to raiding already, but did you know I've written a second part exclusively for guild members? Don't want to share our secrets to success to avoid too many competitors. But since we're the only one here, I can read it to you if you like.
[Dragonborn]:
Uh...
The Dragonborn looked around and everyone looked at him like, "Please don't." With half a faked smile and gritted teeth he responded,
[Dragonborn]:
Maybe I could just read it myself?
Soldier let out a deep sighed as he reached into his own body, like his hand just phased through his solid mass, and pulled out a document from his supposed "
Inventory." Instead of manually carrying excess items, players simply had a "storage" inside their avatar. The Dragonborn however seemed excited as he was handed the famous "raider's guide."
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