Character creation was good old drunken fun. Before going to sleep he ate some Frosted Flakes™. This led to the very drunk man to make a tiger beastman with the name T0ñythétïger. Originally going to be a nice and orange tiger he saw the option for white and he went for it. It has been a childhood dream to pet a tiger. Now he could just pet himself! Bob was incredibly drunk when he did this and this only fueled his desire to do the character creation perfectly. Every stripe was the way he wanted it. The whiskers had to be a certain length or they would piss him off later and he can't have that. The eyes took him the longest to perfect. And then at the very end of it all he maxed out the height settings. He thought he was zooming in. 

Finally getting into the game he was surprised. Everything felt real. He liked are his hands and he could clench them and feel the pressure of them the squeeze. As he stumbled around in awe of how realistic it was he started to notice that even the sand would shift under his weight. The realism if the game mixed with good inebriated state led to a growing excitement to just run around. Soon this feeling over took him as he started to adventure around the beach. 

When the quest popped up Bob stared at it for a less than acceptable amount of time. It finally clicked with him that oh I need to hit those things. But first I need to go to town. Bob starts to hopefully head to town, granted he is very bad at directions in general plus he is hammered. Who knows where he might end up. 

Well the answer turned out to be the wrong way as he now sees a slime. He contemplates what he should do. It's a harmless creature only doing it's best to survive. Is it wrong to hurry this innocent creature? Would he be no different than a brute who kills for fun? These questions talked inside his head. But then finally enlightenment came as realised "[color=fff200]Oh wait! I get money![/color]" He then proceeds to try and hit the slime with his sword.