A rather lusty and buxom woman stood among various stalls, mostly glancing at the many weapons most them held. Only a few hours in, and the person behind the avatar was extremely bored. As expected, starting over from a fresh character was never any fun. No special weapons, no enhanced armor, just the basic leather armor that newbies received when they started up the game. 

At least he had a bit of fun, tricking some hound dogs with his choice of character. Tall, blonde, big chest. Sort of an amazonian woman that a lot of hopeless people balked at. It was really just to get an odd laugh out of them. That and to test out the capabilities that the Nerve Gear had and how it all felt so real. His only problem was how heavy the damn things were. He had no idea how women dealt with them all the time. Of course, as of recently he had found he had been unable to change characters, as the log out button was gone.

And then the bells began to toll. Soon enough, the entire starting town was filled with the inhabitants of the game so far. Every last one. It was starting to get uncomfortable, seeing as every meter of space was filled with at least one person. It was even worse as panic began to spread as it was soon revealed that something was going down. The red bubble over their heads with the apparition of a giant robed man surely didn't help. Wes had done a tiny bit of reading on the man. And by tiny bit of reading, that would be the back of the case. Kayaba Akihito, developer of SOA. 

He clenched his feminine hands in anger as he listened intently to the man. He didn't have time for the kind of bullshit being spouted. Only did he stop when he heard of a certain gift. A mirror had found its way into his inventory, and, being like most everyone else, he was gullible enough to pull it out. 

Flashes broke out through the crowd, and one burst came from himself. A second later, the tall ox of a man stood well over most of the young people in the crowd. Thankfully enough, the leather armor seemed to have fitted to his size. With a sigh, Wes leaned against the stall he was standing next to. Someone was going to pay, but not now. He looked down at his waist to the short sword that looked pitifully small, barely more than a dagger.

He was going to need to find a bigger weapon.