Alex was walking back to his dorm room, wondering whether he should log in to Deep Ground today. The Black King had just opened the flood gates, that meant a whole swarm of newbies who could barely aim straight were going to try make a pilgrimage to the Black City. The problem with happened because of the guild he was a part of, the Fanged Rangers. Focused on leveling up and optimizing builds meant that it was full of new players learning the ropes, something that after becoming an Artificer Alex had decided to stay with the guild and help. Now he had reached a bottleneck, he wasn't tough enough to yet go out with the fours and fives, but too strong to progress while helping the ones and twos. 

Alex had expected to have to grind for months, but now? The Black King made their proclamation. A mob of newbies and gawkers going to the Black City? Well this meant that a veritable army of Outlaws would be lingering about, probably just inside Black City gates waiting for the masses. [color=00a651][i]Maybe there would even be some trying to pick off weak enough looking groups along the way![/i][/color]

Convincing himself Alex had a spring in his step as he made it back to his room. Crashing on to his bed Alex booted up Deep Ground Online and waited for that falling feeling...

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[u][H1]Welcome, Unrelenting Jukebox, where have you been?[/H1][/u][/center]
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This welcome screen always unnerved Alex, now Jukebox, it always had some extra, snarky, wording. From what he understood everyone else just had 'welcome'.

Jukebox figured it was just some flavor text based on a timer or something. Anyway, once the welcome screen faded from view Jukebox was in the Green Guild's base. There really isn't much to say about it, the Green Guild lives up to it's name. It's green and a guild. [color=00a651][i]I should probably get going before someone tries to talk me down about not being around...[/i][/color]

Checking his inventory Unrelenting Jukebox reminded himself of what he had [color=00a651][i]Oh good, I still have those 'joke' weapons, Walther PPK and the LAPD 2019 blaster with two triggers for no discernible reason.[/i][/color] Jukebox is of the opinion that no one suspects the guy with the character with joke abilities and weapons to ever win... shows what they know!

As Jukebox entered the garage, just where a whole bunch of vehicles were gathered really, he grabbed bike as as he got a helmet a voice went up behind him "Oi! Jukebox! Where the hell have you been!" 
[color=00a651]"Um, the real world? Doctor appointments and injuries happen you know?"[/color] the lie rolled smoothly off his tongue [color=00a651]"Rehab didn't allow access to DGO for the past while. What can ya do, right?"[/color]
"Where are you going?"
[color=00a651]"A bunch of newbies will be heading to Black City, right? Maybe I can pick up some recruits before they commit to the great unknown guild without knowing which way to point a gun, if not I can at least make sure they don't get ganked by Outlaws on the way there. Why? You wanna come?"[/color] the other player obviously wasn't convinced, but couldn't find a legitimate reason to stop him so just sighed and waved Unrelenting Jukebox away.

With a kick and a rev Jukebox gave the player a mock salute and roared off out of the guild and on his way to Black City. As he rode [i]Soundtrack of Life[/i] started up
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRvCvsRp5ho]Road Trip![/url]