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[color=red]Health[/color]: 600
[color=slateblue]Mana[/color]: 450/650
[color=orange]Renn[/color]: 137


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	[color=deepskyblue]"Dub's plan is sound?"[/color] Dubstepp rubbed his head a bit. [color=deepskyblue]"I think he did that on purpose,"[/color] The musician nudged Karma to see if he caught onto the pun. Dubstepp grabbed the last of his fries and ate them without a second thought. Pushing the empty basket away, he smacked his lips. 

	He sighed while listening to the closing speech of Kajin. His face scrunched up when he heard they would have to wake up early in the morning. Dubstepp never considered himself a morning person. More so, he liked sleeping in and staying up late. Scratching his head, he figured everyone else would go to bed early for the big day tomorrow. 

	Dubstepp did not the feel the same. He felt there would only be trouble in trying to find slumber. If anything, he could stay up a bit later. Giving it a bit more thought, he assumed a single quest would have finished and back to the inn by 2 am or 3 am. This would most likely fix him 5 or 6 hours of sleep.

	[color=deepskyblue]"Hey, Karma. I'm heading out. There's a guarding mission and I want to start it right away before I go to bed. I'll see you in the morning,"[/color] The musician gestured a thumbs up to his comrade and headed out the door. He whistled a couple of notes. While picking a tune, he pulled out the pen and paper from his inventory— the items he bought earlier today. The teenager decided to pass the time along the way by writing a rap regarding his adventure. A little hobby he picked up from his old life but hoped to continue in this virtual reality. Dubstepp secretly hoped the guard mission was mundane enough for him to keep on thinking of lyrics. 

	[color=white][i]I cannot seem to tell what's real or fake.
	How many levels is this going to take? 
	Going too fast with no brakes. 
	I'm in a virtual crisis
	with no mage license
	and no time to be righteous.
	I feel sick, call it a virus. 
	Can't hit zero or I'm lifeless. 
	Say goodbye to family,
	Say hello to virtual reality.
	Say goodbye to the academy, 
	Say hello to fantasy. 
	Almost too real, it's a practicality. 
	I'm in agony trying to find ways to avoid catastrophe. 
	Redheads in the front lines, 
	Mages on the outlines. 
	Killing boars, man, I'm bored. 
	Too much lore, too much war. 
	Wish I could escape if I could.
	[b]Atleast the food's good.[/b]
	Fish, fries, and chicken broth. 
	By the way, [b]screw Morgoth.[/b]
	
	[/i] [/color]  

	Dubstepp stopped writing after completing two pages. He realized he already made it to his destination. [/color]

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