Ryan smirked at all of the talking, it seemed they would all be good friends soon enough, fighting their way through the game with ease. He accepted the friend request from Raven before suddenly hearing someone shouting nonsense about the log out button being absent. "Of course it's not..." He looked in his menu, getting a confused look as he looked through each section, finding absolutely nothing. "Uh... Log out! Link end! Nothing...?" He glanced to Bacchus for a moment before closing the menu he had opened. "It's just a bug, there's bound to be one or two... As soon as they decide it's best, they'll just boot us all from the game and take the servers down for maintenance..." He smirked, looking around at the group, "Guess we're stuck here, might as well have some fun while we are... Let's go hunting until we're strong enough for the next area!" 

Suddenly, Ryan felt the push of a punch, though didn't feel the pain yet, and saw lightning. [i]What the hell!?[/i] Suddenly he wasn't where he had been before. He was watching a cloud tell them the about how they would all be trapped until the game was beaten. [i]We'll... Die... If we die in game...?[/i] He stepped back, his eyes widening. The confidence that he could take every strike that went his way simply disappeared. [i]What happens when I get hit by an attack too powerful to survive...? What happens when I'm the only one being attacked... The only one risking death!? Can I change roles now... Would I even know how to play a different role than the tank? Oh god... I'm going to die...[/i] Suddenly, he felt an impact and pain in his chest. His eyes widened in fear as he put his hand to his chest. [i]Oh god... I'm going to feel my death, too![/i]

Ryan looked around at all of the others around him... Why were they all afraid? Why were they all worried... Who was the one who stood at the front, taking the pain, taking the risk for them? None of them... That's the tank's job. He looked down at his armor, all of it too heavy to avoid hits in. [i]This... this is real life now... How can I... I have to... I have to be the tank... No one else will stand in the front and block the hits for the others... No one else will take the risk... Will... Will I even take the risk? I could... Become a blacksmith... Protect people with armor...?[/i] He put his hand to his head, his eyes still wide with fear. [i]No... No... Most people will think like that... If we all do that... None of us will ever escape... Ever... I have to fight... I have to... I have to be strong for once, in real life...[/i] "Oh god... this is going to be Hell..."