✧ DAY 10 - Central Square of Genesis City - 10AM ✧
6/25/2076
Weather always seemed to be identical in Talrae... or at least on Genesis. Warm, gentle breeze accompanied by a shining sun. Perfect weather to be enjoying the outdoors for all intents and purposes. Normally you would have considered it lucky to be holding such a large outdoor meeting on a day like this but such weather is to be expected by all at this point.
A large group of Players were present at the square... you never expected such large, open area to be packed with people. It reminds you of that fateful moment during the first day of the game, when Malgoth forcibly summoned all Players to demonstrate to them their current fate. It only feels like yesterday that such has happened...
Before you can get any more nostalgic, you notice that in the middle of the square, a circular open stage has been constructed. It was fairly large, large enough to hold 2 dozen tables and chairs (which it did). They were arranged in a circular fashion so that those seated all may face each other. A few Players were already occupying several of them. Others, whom didn't have any claims to the tables, started taking seats on the ground on around the stage.
"All Guildmasters, please come up to the central stage and claim a table! Everyone else, please take seats anywhere but make way for others!" A booming male voice carried over the air. You look up and see a young, slim man with long hair standing infront of the gigantic crowd on the stage. The speaker was flanked by several armed and armored Players. He had an item of some sort in his hand, held up to his mouth. You figure that it was a megaphone-equivalent of sorts.
The square began to calm down as people finished moving about and settled down in comfortable spots. A few already began breaking out snacks, as if this was a picnic. All the tables on the stage were filled by various Guildmasters, Reylan among them. As soon as the last Guildmaster was seated, the slender man spoke again while holding up a metallic cylinder with a crystal sticking out on one end up to his mouth. With it, his voice carried over to all corners of the square.
"Greetings, all. I appreciate you gathering here... as you may have assumed, I am Aramo. Guildmaster of the Astral Blades." Aramo swallowed and continued.
"The item I hold in my hand is the Sound Amp, a rare drop found in 'The Ravine' dungeon. Since we only have 1 of this item among us this day, we'll have to pass it along to the speaker, in order to make this meeting public for all players. I ask that when you use this item, you introduce yourself to all of us here and know that you are speaking to what is essentially the entire player population of Talrae." Aramo's chosen aid, a friendly looking Swordsman, pushed a scroll of agenda infront of Aramo. Starting from the top, Aramo began.
"First order of business, I'd like to establish a minimal self-governing body of organization among us players. It has been more than a week since that fateful first day and none of us have managed to log out nor establish contact with the outside world. This means it is very likely that we will be stuck here whether we like it or not for some time. Thanks to our friends in Data Link 66, we have been seeing a good drop in deaths due to what we think are disconnections from the outside world. This means that the appropriate authorities are dealing with the situation outside and most of us can rest assured that our bodies are safe and in care.
In order to prevent chaos and panic as well as prepare for our future, I believe it is beneficial to establish structure. Basic laws and guidelines, as well as public systems of assistant that may help less fortunate players. I have already been getting reports that there are many who are having difficulty getting used to our new reality." 
A silvery Paladin in armor gestured towards Aramo for the Sound Amp. Aramo's aid delivered the item to him quickly.
"I am Reinor, Guildmaster of Imperial Saints. I'd like to announce first and foremost for the benefit of all, that we Imperial Saints are a guild focused towards helping those in need." Reinor's voice was confident and firm, like well-forged steel.
"If any Player is needing housing or food, they are welcome to come and visit our Guild house near the market district. We also have many players who are trained medical professionals in real life, including counselors and psychiatrists. If you have been alone, scared and in need of help, Imperial Saints are here." Reinor gestured towards his aid, another paladin, who took the Sound Amp back to Aramo.
"Thank you Master Reinor. Would it be acceptable then, if we all referred our troubled colleagues to you for now?" Reinor gave Aramo a big thumbs up.
"Once we get some sort of public financials with funding set up, we will make sure you have the resources to continue doing good for all of us. Speaking of which..." Aramo looked around at all the Guildmasters, some 30 to 40 of them.
"Are we all in favor of creating an organization? In the case we do, all of the players in this game will be agreeing to its terms and rules, and of course take advantage of its existence. If you are opposed, raise your hand, we shall decide by popular vote." A few hands went up, but quickly were shot down after the owners judged the atmosphere of the meeting. A few, very distinct ones remained.
"It is decided then. I realize that this vote doesn't represent the interest of the entire player base of Talrae, as many players remain un-Guilded. However, I believe all of here together represent about two to three thousand players, which is about a third of us that remain. The reality of the situation is, without the advanced bureaucracy of the real world, this is the best we can do so far. Once our systems are setup, we'll make sure to register more fair and accurate polls and votes." 
