Aincrad - floor 50 - 1 year into the game

The game was halfway complete. But over a year had passed, and everybody who had it this far were becoming fewer in numbers, and becoming drained. A meeting between all of the front line players, and even some from the supporting guilds turned up. It was essentially a war meeting, in order to strategize every boss room assault, to reduce the number of casualties greatly. 

Bachus stood near the outside of the gathering, cloaked up, listening somewhat. 'Karen' very rarely appeared for him anymore. He had begun to get over her death. Finally. They were talking about the use of shield groups with rushing groups alternatively. That could work he thought. It was also time for him to stop hiding in the shadows, and actually help complete this game. For Karen's sake. She died so he could live, and he wouldn't throw that chance away. He opened up his menu, and unequipped the cloak. It had been a while since he showed his face at any front liner meeting, perhaps since the 3rd or 4th floor, so he doubted any of the main players would recognize him anyway. "I agree." He grumbled in agreement with the plan, leaning on his large sword.