[center][h1][color=8882be]Reylan[/color][/h1]
[b]Arrows[/b]:17
[color=a2d39c]Renn[/color]: 767 >>>> 766[/center]
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Finally, after a long and warm bath, Reylan flopped onto the bed which by his exhaustion felt like the softest one he ever laid on and simply screamed, completely without emotion, into the pillow "[color=8882be]ahhhhhhhh....ahh[/color]" His arms and body laid out like a plank on the tidy sheets. There was not a single movement from him for several minutes wondering why he had complained about games 'not being realistic enough' on forums. Eventually his sore arms pushed up from the bed, sliding his feet off to the side to sit up on the very edge and his hands slowly but firmly drug over the surface of his face. Reylan was used to being carefree and without any real responsibilities but now he was going to be in charge of a guild in a freaking death game?

There are some people that say there comes a moment in every person's life in which they must adapt to change or be destroyed by it. Reylan's moment just so happened to take place locked in a death game with a some kind of lunatic GM with people that may rather this digital world than the real one (himself included) trying to do some anime bullshit using the power of friendship or whatever to beat the game, that his mother bought for his birthday mind you, and try to transition back to a reality that doesn't involve giant freaking wolves attacking at every corner you turn while trying to deal with the mental scars of caring for people and watching them die. [color=8882be][i]Shit.[/i][/color] He thought as that internal rant faded. [color=8882be][i]Maybe I'm taking this harder than I thought?[/i][/color]

The pressure not only to survive, but now to lead others and make sure they survive as well while also trying to clear the game...it was something he would simply have to learn to deal with. Nothing was going to just get easier on its own, he had to make the effort to make it better. That was a lesson he wished he learned in the real world or rather he listened to in the first place. He brought up the in-game menu and pressed the button combination that removed his armor and gear, perhaps it was the lack of sleep that was messing with his mind right now. However he couldn't just go to bed right now, he wanted to make a list of all the tasks he had to complete tomorrow.

[b]Task 1[/b]: Ask Aster to Spar with him and try [s]not to get beaten senseless[/s] to level up his sword skill
Without any kinda points into that skill, he would probably harm himself trying to use it in actual combat. Aster seemed pretty good with a blade and even though she might totally kick his ass, it was needed for him to grow stronger.

[b]Task 2[/b]: Draft a Guild Treaty and [s]Force[/s] Convince Dub to join
He would probably take care of that after the sparring session, the name he had been thinking about every since him, Karma, Aura, and Dub first grouped up. The team just wouldn't be the same without Dub almost like a piece of their team spirit would be lost.

[b]Task 3[/b]: Sum Arrers fer da Killin'
A stockpile of a 100 arrows would serve to keep his mind at ease and it wouldn't hurt having a few new skills to flesh out his combat abilities. 

[b]Task 4[/b]: Mo' Art, Mo' Money
He really needed to start looking at making art and selling it to the NPCs, he wasn't sure how they would understand the value but he was sure that it would just work out.

[b]Task 5[/b]: Select a [s]sith apprentice[/s] guild vice-commander
A guild was going to hard managing on his own so a second-in-command would help him out with all that. He had two people in mind for the position but he was definitely leaning towards the one.

It was going to be a long few days for him before the second dungeon run, there was much that needed to be done on his part. With a tired sigh, he pulled the cover up and tucked himself underneath them. Before trying to fall asleep, he decided to check the game's newsletter that 
he had noticed awhile ago. The current headlines made him wish he hadn't. Four employees of the game died trying to prove this was a hoax and now a total of 32 people had died. [color=8882be]First Dungeon Clear?!?[/color] The news should have made him happy, it didn't matter who cleared the game right? The sinking feeling in his chest told otherwise and perhaps it was extremely selfish, but he wanted his guild to clear the game. The first guild had to be that same group, a team of pro e-sports players? That was difficult competition if only for their knowledge and experience, this was different than any e-sports game on the market. A slick grin crossed his lips as he closed the newsletters, they would not sit at the top for long. 
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[center][h2]5:00 A.M.[/h2][/center]
Reyland would soon curse the person sleeping in the room next to him, it had taken a hour to finally fall asleep with the constant snoring creeping through the wooden walls. He didn't want to begin to express the issues he had with the game developers for allowing people to be able to snore, it wasn't fair. After a few frustrated turns and rolls, he finished with pulling his pillow over his head and fell back asleep like that for the next three hours.

[center][h2]8:00 A.M.[/h2][/center]
What should have been a lovely, long rest after an exhausting day turned into a mediocre sleep at best. Reylan let a long groan birthed from his reluctance to get up and start the day. A hand flung the cover wildly off him as he slid his feet over the edge as he stretched his arms out with a silent yawn. He hoped the other's found far better conditions to sleep in and that's when he remembered that Aster and Alisea were to share a bed...He quickly slapped the side of his head, it was way to early for that train of thought. The snoring from the next room over had made him grumpy enough that he wanted to see who the culprit was. His legs tightened up as he stood and then relaxed, he felt a little stiff.

A quick shoot through the menu and his gear and clothes were on, and out the door he went to confront his nighttime terror. After a quick moment trying to figure out which direction it came from, he walked up to Paralyze's door and knocked three times on it "[color=8882be]You've got to be in there...[/color]" He quietly spoke to himself, sleep was very important to him and this individual had ruined what was to be a glorious slumber. A little impatient and eager to go ask Aster to spar, he knocked four times on the door once more "[color=8882be]Hey Snorlax, you in there[/color]?" He called for the owner of this room, trying to raise his voice but not wake those who might still be sleeping. Little did he know that the person inside had raided a dungeon with Polak and Fortuna, who he had asked the night before to join their guild.