[b]"Well met, comrades! I am one of the big wigs of this guild, the Liberation Group! My level is 78 and my name is Garnet! Glad to have all of you onboard, bastards!"[/b] Tyrael listened carefully to Garnet. He remembered back when he was in his 50's. he was actually somewhat important. Not a bigshot, really, but enough that most people were at least aware of who he was. Still, he didn't regret resetting his level. Since then, he'd been spending most of his time working on and making weapons and armor for the lower-level members. It had been hard work, and his level wasn't amazing, but if he spent a day or so grinding with Hjalmar, it'd be fine. He could make twenty or so levels in that time, or two if he was lazy. 

Garnet continued as he unsheathed his sword. [b]"Right now, we are headed to the bridge connecting here, Alkharn, Tokyo, and The Island of Departure! But don't fear, people! If you fear the enemy right in front of you, then you're just as good as dead! Don't you all want to get out of here?! But don't fear, people! If you fear the enemy right in front of you, then you're just as good as dead! Don't you all want to get out of here? Because I do! And I don't care, I repeat, I don't frigging care of what any of you has to say about it! I am getting out of this world filled with uncertainties and return to my normal, real life! And I will stomp anyone who stands on my way! Be it a boss, be it the Island Of Departure or be it those jackasses from New Terror!"[/b] 

Tyrael hated the New Terror. Hated them. He wasn't some loser who had twenty characters in the game, used it as his only method of socializing with other human beings, and had literally nothing else of importance in his life. He had friends, college, and a girlfriend he wanted to get back to. A life of constant peril and bloody work might be exciting for some, but why the hell should he be forced to stay somewhere he didn't want to be?! He joined in with the cheer, his voice straining as he shouted. "TO HELL WITH THE NEW TERROR!!!!"