Behold the beautiful bright big bodied beams booming and bursting begetting a backwash of brilliance behind the badmouthed bastard bearing bad-ass bravado that breeds beguilement. That's right ladies and gentlemen, RedDoc is now completely kitted out. He takes long, proud steps out from the cosmetics store. Though there aren't actually any heavenly lights shining upon him, it definitely feels like there are. And though he's still technically wearing starter gear, it's the confidence boost of a sick as balls new outfit that's going to help him through the initial area. He stretches his arms and legs, taking a good look at his outfit and grinning slightly in satisfaction. Now that that's sorted...

It's time to beat the ever-loving shit out of stuff.

What is to follow is a swathe of destruction in his wake as he takes frequent trips between the nearby wilderness and the town. It's all about the potions kids. Fight until you feel like your arms are about to explode and then run away like a little girl (respectfully). He's not really doing too much interesting. Just going about and completing the starter and side quests. The sooner he gets to get to the cooler parts of the game the better, and he's wasting no time in order to get there. This carries on for a while and he finds himself starting to catch up to those who had already begun playing while he was off shopping. Mind you, those people have stopped every now and then to actually make friends. Which he'll get around to. Eventually. Though he can't help but pause sometimes to observe just how goddamn tall he is, even compared to regular sized humans. Half-dragon master race indeed. Reminds him of how he feels at work.

After what can only be visualized as an 80's montage in the form of a half-dragon man dressed as a doctor beating the fuck out of unsuspecting wildlife and aggressively speaking to the local populace and running away the moment they give him their seemingly endless amounts of Cor, RedDoc finds himself experiencing one of the worst things in an MMO. Too many fucking sidequests. With so many different tasks to do all at once he stops. How long has he been doing this? God damn. Maybe it's time he have a break. And no, not a break from the game. Just a break from the quests. He spins on his heel and picks a random direction to start walking in. This way seems about right.

After some travel he happens across some other players. Hm. Maybe a chance to ta-[b]HOLY SHIT.[/b]

Angels from above sing down to him as he witnesses a massive snake appear before the other players. Not really, but once again, he likes to imagine. He opens his quest log and painfully zips his way through it. Is this the snake from his quest? Come on... Shit, it's not. He huffs and almost goes to walk away before he remembers. He's here to get away from all that questing for a while. Hm. He crosses his arms over his chest and starts to approach them, calling out.

[color=f26522]"You lot need a hand over there or do you reckon you can handle it?"[/color]

In any case, he's at least gonna stay to watch.

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