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WELCOME - PAPER MOON

A canvas of dilapidated architecture devoid of any life painted itself before his very eyes.  Well, eye, but visually speaking Paper Moon technically had too eyeballs.  The series of days following the prez’ announcement contained nothing eventful for the effervescent youth known as Shiro Kawabata.  He spent most of his time elbow deep in school work which had finally managed to catch up with him, which he requested a certain somebody’s assistance on with a barrage of persistent pleas.  He actually recently stopped by the diner she was employed at, but to his dismay, his boss both in and out of game was nowhere to be seen.  At least he got a kick ass smoothie for a reduced price, since he was a devoted patron of the establishment.  It was a convenient place to kick back, as it was within walking distance, but he had to bite the bullet and force himself not to make an appearance until he had dug himself out of an academic grave.  Conclusion?  Calculus is hell.

A relaxing feeling of ease traveled and resonated throughout his whole body as he felt his boots sink into the gravel mixed with the tears of defeated players.  He had longed for the dust kicked up into the air with every step.  Paper Moon stretched both arms high, unwinding his digital muscles, as if they had atrophied during his absence.  ”Alright, might as well touch base with Sweeper personnel.  Hm, wonder if there’s anything on the news?”  The assassin was about to pull up his UI, until a deafening crackle whizzed past his head, almost clipping his ear during its  course.  He quickly traced the trajectory of the bullet, and his eyes widened when his gaze fell upon the source.  ”Could I interest some of you fine gentlemen in a cup of chai te-”  Paper Moon dashed for the nearest cover, a concrete wall ridden with bullet holes which was nearly two meters tall, and ran his side through the gravel floor.  He usually didn’t log off in a safezone, but since he was in a hurry, he was naive and disconnected on the spot.  Without enough time to have counted his foes or ascertain their identity, the player took the time to check his inventory as bullets flew overhead.  Chances are, one of his assailants was trying to get an angle on him, while the rest maintained suppressive fire.  "Come on!  It's seventy percent off!  This is a once in a lifetime offer, we're talking about here!"  Unfortunately, the people opening up on him were not in the mood for friendly chit-chat.

Paper Moon briefly peeked his head over the edge as chunks of concrete were blown away, and finally got a solid glimpse of his opposition.  An AI patrol of approximately four units.  It’s not like they were a challenge to be dealt with, it was just a hassle, that’s all.  ”Okay, okay, think.  We’re in a construction zone, so maybe…” As the thought crossed his mind, he rolled himself onto his stomach and shimmied to the side of the wall, bearing in mind to not expose his body.  Well, looks like Lady Luck was on his side, as she usually was.  A support beam hung over one of the AI, loosely suspended in air by corroded chains.  A few bullets should do the trick, but just to be safe...

FAIRY BLUE

Upon the notification, a blue flame peaked out from his Harvest Carbine’s suppressor.  Normally this would have melted the gun whole, but since this was a game and all, reality wasn’t exactly taken in stride.  Paper Moon fired a few rounds at the chains, burning through the oxidized metal like butter.  His eyes traced the beam as it plummeted to the ground, finally freed from its eternal suspension.  In exchange, it was allowed to let out all of its pent up rage on an unsuspecting AI, the best form of catharsis for an inanimate object.  The other three held their fire when their comrade suddenly became a pancake.  In the disarray, Paper Moon took the chance to aim over the wall and unleash a maelstrom of bullets engulfed in vibrant cerulean flames.

After collecting himself, the player charted himself a course for Black City.  He had the right to be a tourist after a firefight, albeit short-lived, he needed to rearm and sell a few drops.  As expected, it was crawling with newbies.  If Paper Moon didn’t look like a generic player, he surely would have stuck out like a sore thumb.  But being a wolf in sheep’s clothing was a policy he strictly abided by.  It was nice to have people underestimate him.  The only thing nicer was the expression of surprise he always received.  He had paged through his newsfeed during his travel.  Turns out Corpse Collector was still peeving off every guild in DGO.  Unanimous animosity was a rare sight, but only an individual capable of ticking off multiple parties could complete such a feat.  He was currently assigned nothing, so it was the time for leisure.  He took the small moment of reprise to shoot a message at Leviathan, just to check on her status.

To: Leviathan
From: Paper Moon
Subject: ONLINE GAME ADDICTS SPRECHCHOR

”Hey, currently in the Black City.  Things seem to be picking up.  Oh, and I got some junk if you need it.”

Wow, that message was more formal than usual.  He must’ve been off his A-game.  Paper Moon tapped on the send button and simultaneously scouted out the street he had found himself on.  It look like any common metropolis road, if the pedestrians were outfitted with firearms and armor.  Now was the time to gather information, or maybe delve into another hectic excursion.

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