"Logout. LOG.OUT. LOG THE HELL OUT!" John roared at his menu as he frantically pressed the button. "SON OF A BITCH! LOG...." he roared as he ripped his lance from the ground, "OUUUUUTTTT!!!", he finished as he tried to impale the small menu with his weapon, only for the menu to disappear and his lance to yet again be met with solid ground. John stood there for a moment huffing in frustration when something finally dawned on him; not only did he feel the weight of his weapon when he'd lifted it, but he'd felt resistance from the cobblestone street as he'd ran it through with the lance, whats more he could feel the armor and clothing on his body, "No...no no no...this has gotta be some kind of joke." he muttered as he removed his face plate and one of his gloves. John looked around to ensure no one was watching, then quickly sank his fangs into his hand only to yelp in pain and release the hand immediately, "...Holyshiti'minthegame..." he said in a single breath as he watched blood run freely down his hand before slipping his plate and glove back on. John once more brought up his menu screen and was about to send out a group message, however he noticed yet another message from Don stating that the if anyone needed help to meet him at the guild. With no other alternative to think of, John shouldered his lance and started walking towards the guild.