Phoebe had just the worst time adjusting to New Terra. 

Besides being a noob at MMOs, Phoebe happened to choose the day of the crash to join the game. She hadn't even finished the tutorial! That was quite the experience. Luckily the higher level players took many of the noobs under their wing and trained them in the ways of MMOs and powerleveling. Phoebe chose the monk class at random, and picked Dark Elf race based solely on the premade face choices, so she also had to adapt to a class she rarely played. Thankfully she found the Apothecary skill, which was kinda like cooking and chemistry, both she was already familiar with. Plus, it was a fun little minigame, and very useful in battle.

Apothecary skill brought Phoebe--WORhMnGd now--here. In the six months inside the game, two large factions formed; the Liberation guild, and the New Terror. Both were fighting for the future of New Terra, the future of the famed Isle of Departure, and for control of the game. Phoebe liked the power and wealth she had in this world, but she knew she couldn't escape her real life. She knew she was in a coma, and this might not even be real, no matter how real it felt. So Phoebe stood right there, at the back of a crowd of Liveration Guilders, in the middle of the "support group", holding a throwable Health regen potion. 

The clearing exploded. A giant winged beast, as green and menacing as the forest around them, stood where a tree used to be. The tanks rushed it. Garnet, the leader of the Liberation, shouted orders, "It's just a Forest Wyvern!" WORhMnGd heard and threw the potion. It splashed on the heads of the front lines. Good; they'll gain a little extra health for two minutes. 

Wyverns were high level creatures. Phoebe took out some babies--Hatchlings and Runts and Whelps--but never a full grown one. The health bar was easily twenty feet up and nearly unreadable, but Phoebe saw an 8. Shit, this thing was at least level 80. 

((Couldn't see the pic. I'm assuming it's green, cause it's a FOREST Wyvern.))