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✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Health: 600
Mana: 450/650
Renn: 137


"Dub's plan is sound?" Dubstepp rubbed his head a bit. "I think he did that on purpose," The musician nudged Karma to see if he caught onto the pun. Dubstepp grabbed the last of his fries and ate them without a second thought. Pushing the empty basket away, he smacked his lips.

He sighed while listening to the closing speech of Kajin. His face scrunched up when he heard they would have to wake up early in the morning. Dubstepp never considered himself a morning person. More so, he liked sleeping in and staying up late. Scratching his head, he figured everyone else would go to bed early for the big day tomorrow.

Dubstepp did not the feel the same. He felt there would only be trouble in trying to find slumber. If anything, he could stay up a bit later. Giving it a bit more thought, he assumed a single quest would have finished and back to the inn by 2 am or 3 am. This would most likely fix him 5 or 6 hours of sleep.

"Hey, Karma. I'm heading out. There's a guarding mission and I want to start it right away before I go to bed. I'll see you in the morning," The musician gestured a thumbs up to his comrade and headed out the door. He whistled a couple of notes. While picking a tune, he pulled out the pen and paper from his inventory— the items he bought earlier today. The teenager decided to pass the time along the way by writing a rap regarding his adventure. A little hobby he picked up from his old life but hoped to continue in this virtual reality. Dubstepp secretly hoped the guard mission was mundane enough for him to keep on thinking of lyrics.

I cannot seem to tell what's real or fake.
How many levels is this going to take?
Going too fast with no brakes.
I'm in a virtual crisis
with no mage license
and no time to be righteous.
I feel sick, call it a virus.
Can't hit zero or I'm lifeless.
Say goodbye to family,
Say hello to virtual reality.
Say goodbye to the academy,
Say hello to fantasy.
Almost too real, it's a practicality.
I'm in agony trying to find ways to avoid catastrophe.
Redheads in the front lines,
Mages on the outlines.
Killing boars, man, I'm bored.
Too much lore, too much war.
Wish I could escape if I could.
Atleast the food's good.
Fish, fries, and chicken broth.
By the way, screw Morgoth.



Dubstepp stopped writing after completing two pages. He realized he already made it to his destination.

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Escape Ardwill Asylum

Simon found himself tired after waking up. He groaned while rubbing his head repeatedly. A massive headache came and the voice on the speakers did not make it any better. The musician got out of the bed and searched the room. He found his clothes in the closet. Putting them on, he tried looking for clues in the room for a way out.

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Double Post.

Okay, just to initiate the next narrative and I have everything in order. One group is going to battle the ogre, another group will battle the band of goblins, and the other group wants to explore the cave?

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First Errand

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Ogre

The drinking well’s location was not far; the water foundation could be found on top of a lush hilltop. At the hill, the town still remained in view. An ogre so close to the town only showed the distress of the mission. After conquering the hill, the applicants for the mission noticed the foul beast and the drinking well.

By closer inspection, the ogre found himself at home. He calmly sat on a giant rock. A warm campfire sizzled in front of him. Above the fire, a dead pig was tied to a stick in order to roast. The ogre rotated the pig in order to cook all the sides evenly. The ogre made an immediate stop when noticing the group of people in his peripheral vision.

He stood up with a heavy grunt. With a sluggish walk, he approached the drinking well and pulled a giant hammer from behind. The ogre appeared grotesque and gigantic. The monster stood around 6 feet and a half; this particularly ogre possibly belonged to a smaller breed. Even though, the ogre must have an intellectual standing given its appearance. Chains wrapped around his torso and his bottom half was covered in a loincloth.

”Two pigs for water,” he grunted. This must be the negotiation price he set to the villagers.

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Goblins

The adventures traveled a bit of distance in order to find the bridge mentioned in the board post. Luckily, a concrete path did lead them to their destination. The bridge was along the way and did not ask them to travel outside civilization. The town did appear out of focus once the group found the bridge.

Nothing impressive remained about the structure. The bridge was made out of cobblestone and might have been 3 yards in length. Inspecting the area, the adventurers stepped onto the bridge. The place seemed too quiet if goblins lurked around.

Sure enough, a goblin appeared on the other side of the bridge. The devilish creature jumped around and began making incoherent noises. A black cloak wrapped around its green body. Two of its pointy ears poked out of the pointy hat it was wearing. The goblin drooled uncontrollably.

”Give me all your belongings or you die!”

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Cave Entrance

The party of two had the most distance to make in order to reach the cave. To make matters worse, the cave was out of the town’s vision. Unlike the other parties, the two adventures could not see the town. They passed through sections of trees before finding the cave entrance.

Pieces of fabric belonging to the man who lost the ring were found on the floor. The best probability was the man found hostiles. Approaching closer, dozens of bats poured out of the hole. They were spooked by something inside.

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Oh my god. You guys are so greedy. I can't even.'

Well, I guess I'll take the Rat Basement. Kill a few rats.

Escape Ardwill Asylum

Name: Simon Blackwell
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Biography: Simon is a professional musician that specializes in electronic dance music. His stage name is DJ Black, but most peers or fans refer to him as just Black. He is an independant person with an apartment of his own. The musician released one album; he is fairly underground.
Easiest puzzle: Simons specializes in puzzles regarding music or notes. Puzzles with the English language are also easy as he routinely works on crosswords and word searches on a Sunday afternoon.
Hardest puzzle: Simon cannot solve puzzles about scientific trivia. His science knowledge is little or lack thereof. Even more, Simon would not know the answer to any sport riddles or any questions regarding of.
Other: Simon is one hell of a hipster.

Alphabet Game

Travis Touchdown +2 (No More Heroes)

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Health: 600
Mana: 450/650
Renn: 137

Dubstepp chewed the pieces of food in his mouth. The aroma of fries and the crispiness of the fish were too real. The trainer became too focused on his food to listen to the people around him. His ears picked up every other sentence. The teenager simply developed a fascination with the food. He half-expected the food to be a bunch of 0s and 1s. Every bite only persuaded him to have more.

Hey, gu-" Dubstepp cut off his sentence when he noticed half of his original party missing. He examined the bar, but could not find either Reylan or Aura. "Where'd they go?" The musician shrugged the disappearance of the two. "Freakin' Redheads. Hey, Karma! Check out these fries! They are the sauce!"

He pushed his food basket in front of Karma to sample the dinner. "Y'know, I figured the downside of zapped into a virtual reality game while never seeing my loved ones and not continuing my education or career would seek me into a never-ending depression, but hey! These fries are amazing, my dude!" Dubstepp chuckled.

His attention came interrupted by a sudden notice. He opened up his menu and noticed a friend request. Dubstepp read the user's name and examined the inn for the matching avatar. It did not take long before he found the person who sent him an invitation. "I can't really decline it now, can I?" Dubstepp thought to himself and flashed Kaijin a very awkward smile. He accepted the request and became friends with 'Kaijin.'

Going back to the matters at hand, he witnessed his two teammates enter back into the Inn. Dubstepp cocked his eyebrow when they suddenly offered more suggestions on the matter at hand. Watching everyone, he acknowledged they leaned on the option of exploring the dungeon. He placed a fry into his mouth and swallowed it in a few chews.

"Hello, I want to be the Devil's advocate in this situation. We are planning to explore a dungeon, correct? It is a well-thought plan that we go as a team and cover each other. I want to say though that the only experience with monsters that everyone in this building has is boars. All we have fought are boars. Yes, we can find the boss, but we do not know of the monsters surrounding the boss. Having a big enough group would track a lot of aggro meaning we might be fighting more than we want to."

Dubstepp coughed and wiped the corner of his mouth. He swiped the salt off from the fries. "It appears that no one wants to train cautiously and reap the benefits on the smaller missions. My suggestion for right now is to divide us into two teams:
a scout group and a backup group in case the situation calls for it. The players that are the most agile and fastest will be in the front while the second group follows closely—maybe 15 feet or so? I think the most strongest should hang back and rush to the situation in case too many monsters become attracted to the scouting group."

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Forrest Brian Idland

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Forrest observed the area behind the open door. The scenery impressed him with the glorious, bright colors. His brand new life did grant a pleasant environment. Everything looked almost too read. Forrest doubted his second chance might have been fake, but the colors convinced him. The structure of the buildings, the blue sky, and the green plant-life were real enough.

Forrest spent a bit of time admiring the clouds in the sky. The view reminded of his original life. The elf then glanced over to the rest of the party examining the message board. They appeared fascinated by the various errands and objectives pinned on the signpost. Most likely, the promise of a reward brought them like bugs to a light. Forrest approached the message board while scooting himself between others.

He figured he needed to grab a mission assignment before the rest take them all. "Savages," he muttered. The board looked practically empty once everyone started ripping the papers off. A group even managed to rip two of them off! Forrest glanced at the others discuss the errands. He witnessed Mark aggressively tell his teammates that they were going on a specific mission. "I don't envy them at all," Forrest said to himself.

Forrest chose one of the mundane tasks on the board. He ripped the sheet regarding a particular rat problem. The dark elf might have chosen the more exciting missions, but he lacked the teammates for the job. He looked back and could not find his team anymore. They seemed to have just vanished out of thin air. Forrest had a chill down the middle of his spine. Shrugging it off, he continued to the bar where the supposed culprit hanged out.

Forrest put his arms behind his head. He guessed it was best that he was alone given the reward wouldn't need to be split into three persons. Forrest though wished he had teammates in his group. Preferably later, the dark elf might ask the other group lacking a person if they could use another set of arms.

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Fuck AT&T

I read everything and absolutely loved it.

I gave the fucking Italian mafia branch that is McGrawHill Education $200 for the access key that I should have gotten in my textbook so I could sit at the computer for an hour waiting for their shitty-ass online homework course to load because it demands that you download the voicelines of some asshat lady telling you that "You haven't spent any time reading the book" (the book being the online version of the textbook you literally have to load in order to get to the actual homework because fucking nobody can afford both the code and book in the first place and they know damn well that the loose-leaf copies they sell to Durham Tech don't include codes) and asking "Are you sure you want to move on to practice?" Yes I'm fucking sure you discount bitching betty, I have a phone and would have googled all this shit anyways.

@Keyguyperson

I related to this the most. Fuck access codes.