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Bishop hummed a little rhythm as his feet met with the cobblestone path, realizing that he would have to make a personal vow to stop repeating the term "It's really quite amazing" or he'd start to sound like an NPC from the oasis itself, but he allowed himself a little more time for self indulgence. His steps were overtly heavy, sort of like little kicks to affirm how real it felt, in fact this game might be quite dangerous if not for the HUD mercifully reminding him that he had not been transported to an alternative dimension. As he edged ever closer to the town he started to pass by other engrossed players, some being a bunch of friends taking an extended detour while others were still trapped by the landscape that they had been greeted by. Bishop made a little chuckle every time he saw one, the smiles everyone wore was rather intoxicating.

The town was, unsurprisingly, bustling with all kinds of characters transforming the likely quite lakeside town into a commotion big enough to rival cities twice the size. "Oho more giddy people, Ah!" He spied a shop-looking-thing not too far from the entrance, immediately making a bee-line for it despite being unaware if the game had even given him an ounce of currency to begin with. A well built woman draped in simple, but colorful garments stood by the front counter, whom Bishop promptly greeted with "Why hello good lady", which she immediately responded with "Please feel free to browse our wares!" which seemed to trigger a menu to drop down the right half of his vision. For a moment he silently scanned the list before hollowly murmuring "Merchant's Renowns, Noble Renowns...." He could see his own personal level in the top opposite corner, immediately prompting a childish scowl, "Not even a Merchant's, oh how cruel!" The NPC simply stared at him with her set small smile, "Bah never mind then, I'll be back soon enough~" and he turned back to the hearty crowds.

Though, now that he thought about it, said crowd seem to be focused somewhere further in the crowds, convinced that the rest of the shops would only inflict him with greater despair, bishop started off further down the main road. Sure enough as he continued further down the road he came across a much larger collection of players who had, for some reason, all gathered to a very specific spot by the side of the road with a steady stream of players both entering and leaving the crowd. On approach the reason soon become clear, within the crown, though spaced from the players by a few feet, stood a man saddling a very large rucksack and clad in mostly brown colours, a merchant if ever he'd seen one. "Hmm, I wonder if perhaps..." Bishop approached the merchant, who immediately turned to him as he stood at the front of the crowd. "Ah you there! I'm sorry but we're rushed for time and could use all the help we can get to get this working" "I don't mind, what's this about." "Ah! The village would be very grateful for your help, you see we're holding a local festival to herald this wonderful occasion, but we're a little understaffed to meet the deadline, here please take these nails to the village blacksmith, boy am I glad to have spied a fresh outsider!" Bishop glanced around to the other players with a little grin as the NPC finished. At the same time a little notification popped up on his HUD, and another telling him of a new key item in his inventory "Oooh first quest!, 'kay I'll get this little errand done!" he saluted the merchant before whirling around, once again, to trace back his steps

"I didn't mean to pay her another visit this soon" he chimed along the way
Bah, it may be impressive tech, but I didn't think it needed the ego to match :p
"Oh look at all these giddy fellows" murmured the college student as he approached the enormous human snake that stretched far beyond the interior of the humble games store. No one nearby was supposed to hear that, he had simply been adding a statement to the anxious atmosphere. Unlike some of the more enthusiastic gamer, whom he had hoped weren't still standing here, Nathan hadn't camped out by the nearest store, coped up on caffeine to stave off sleep while quivering for the release of a "world shaking phenomenon", instead he opted for complying with normality and hobbling into college for a few hours of education. It was a half day anyway, not that his decision would be any different. One way or another he was going to nab a copy today missing on a few day 1 deals meant little to him and he was certain stores were over stocked from fear of angry nerd backlash.

And so at 2 in the afternoon, Nathan stood with the line shuffling a few feet every few minutes, thankfully having the foresight to eat something before turning up. There was a strange serenity to the centre, the few passerby that were glanced in their general direction, probably because it was the largest gathering of humans any shop within 10 miles had seen, in fact probably much further than that. Nathan wasn't one for over exaggerating, but he'd have to agree with anyone that figured the town's entire collection of gamers had turned up for the occasion. Naturally the reason for the gather went without question, ToK had taken the net by storm, absorbing an unfathomable amount of money during it's development stage, and producing an unreal level of "hype" following it's successful birth. Now that mere mortals were being granted the opportunity to be graced by a real dream-come-true, Nathan was more surprised that society hadn't been scarred by flocks of men and woman abandoning their jobs for this day.

An hour and a half later, mercifully earlier than he had expected, Nathan strolled homewards swinging a rather large plastic bag back and forth. He was ever grateful for the student "funding" that had partially went in to the greatest time black hole he had ever purchased, grinning to himself over the irony of the purchase. Perhaps the dull minutes spent walking were the calm before the storm, it was at least a fitting way of putting things. Home was quite, as usual, despite living with his parents, it was more accurate to say that he lodged in their home, the house would be empty for at least another two hours. He listened to the kettle bubbling he waited for the obligatory Malestrom synch process, he imagined it was a rather torturous time for some, but a necessary evil to open Paradise's doors.

The Maelstrom was finally done by the time his mug was half empty, Nathan immediately snatched the headgear he had kept within arm's length, quickly checking the fitting before slipping it onto his head, he would have let out a small whistle is amazement as super advanced technology sprang to life infront of his eyes, but his lips had already spread to a massive grin "Afternoon, Paradise" He said, leaning back into the single padded chair in his room.

<<WELCOME TO THE THRESHOLD OF KAKOPHONIA>>
<<STATE YOUR USERNAME AND RACE>>


"Ah, voice only?" He asked the air, half expecting an answer. Immediately characters flew onto the space before him, followed by a harsh error sound. "Oops, urrm...B-I-S-H-O-P no error this time, it was more sensitive than he'd realized. He was nowed faced with a choice, fully pretend to be a different character and forget his humanity for his time in game, or go with a bog standard human. He'd already decided this one before his purchase though "Race: Human, can't ditch my little fighter now" He then immediately released a "Whoa" as he felt the hold of reality's laws become overwritten by new artificial ones, the screen briefly faded to white forcing his eyes closed from the harsh glare.

When he reopened them he was greeted by a pleasant mix of light green and deep blue, a lazy afternoon sun cast a peaceful light over the new land in stark contrast to the white from before, fields of green swayed slowly in a gentle breeze, and a select few windmills dotted the distant view. Though that wasn't all that was visible in the distance, easily nabbing his attention was large(ish) village, fairly closeby though he assumed stamina from walking with a non-issue. A cobblestone path lay before him, clearly leading him towards the village, he sighed happily as he took his first few virtual steps, a reliably generated beginners zone, he had seen it countless times, but it had been a long time since such a sight had actually pierced him with a sense of anticipation, that silly grin from before was still plastered on his face as he made his way towards the hearty cheers that floated out from the village.

Nickname – Bishie
Age - 21
Gender - Male
Persona – "Eccentric" would be a fitting word to describe Bishop's personality, even if a awfully sharp looking monster is bearing down upon him, he always wears a somewhat goofy looking grin. His presence is in stark contrast with the typical flow of battle, while most players likely find them self caught up in battle rage bishop will be nonchalantly weaving in and out of attacks. At a glance he would appear to be indifferent to any level of danger, and being in a game doesn't help this persona, but when it comes down to the line he is known to display a surprisingly sharp mind, stepping into the fray if a fellow player is being overwhelmed without much of a second thought.

Brief Background – Bishop is a long standing MMO player who's pulled more than his fair share of overnight raids, while not quite a shut in he spends the majority of his free time engrossed in a piece of technology of some description despite the potential negative stigma that hovers around such a lifestyle. His appearance isn't helped by the fact that he is typically a loner in reality, though this is mostly his choice. He was always a difficult person to mesh with, despite his outwardly friendly persona his underlying indifference made him difficult to befriend, as such he was generally popular during his middle and high school years, but only properly spoke to a very select group of people.

Bishop is currently taking college classes, studying towards the development of his greatest hobby, computer programming a pursuit which partially lends itself to the long hours spent watching countless avatars follow his inputs on a screen. Despite this he had been feeling a sense of burn out with the MMO scene, how many times had he hit 1 for a sword slash? how many fetch quests had he done watching the hundreds of pixels animate his avatar running after ore X, because of this he became delighted upon hearing of ToK, something that had once been a distant nerd's dream had been fully realized, and a long lost desire actively filled each passing day tentatively awaiting this dreamy VRMMO. It had been too long since he had experienced something worthy of sinking uncountable volumes of time into, the money to cover it was a far, far secondary concern.

Race – Human
Class - Martial Artist
ProfSkills[s] – TBA
Such harsh love

Nickname – Bishie
Age - 21
Gender - Male
Persona – "Eccentric" would be a fitting word to describe Bishop's personality, even if a awfully sharp looking monster is bearing down upon him, he always wears a somewhat goofy looking grin. His presence is in stark contrast with the typical flow of battle, while most players likely find them self caught up in battle rage bishop will be nonchalantly weaving in and out of attacks. At a glance he would appear to be indifferent to any level of danger, and being in a game doesn't help this persona, but when it comes down to the line he is known to display a surprisingly sharp mind, stepping into the fray if a fellow player is being overwhelmed without much of a second thought.

Brief Background – Bishop is a long standing MMO player who's pulled more than his fair share of overnight raids, while not quite a shut in he spends the majority of his free time engrossed in a piece of technology of some description despite the potential negative stigma that hovers around such a lifestyle. His appearance isn't helped by the fact that he is typically a loner in reality, though this is mostly his choice. He was always a difficult person to mesh with, despite his outwardly friendly persona his underlying indifference made him difficult to befriend, as such he was generally popular during his middle and high school years, but only properly spoke to a very select group of people.

Bishop is currently taking college classes, studying towards the development of his greatest hobby, computer programming a pursuit which partially lends itself to the long hours spent watching countless avatars follow his inputs on a screen. Despite this he had been feeling a sense of burn out with the MMO scene, how many times had he hit 1 for a sword slash? how many fetch quests had he done watching the hundreds of pixels animate his avatar running after ore X, because of this he became delighted upon hearing of ToK, something that had once been a distant nerd's dream had been fully realized, and a long lost desire actively filled each passing day tentatively awaiting this dreamy VRMMO. It had been too long since he had experienced something worthy of sinking uncountable volumes of time into, the money to cover it was a far, far secondary concern.

Race – Human
Class - Martial Artist
ProfSkills[s] – TBA
The amount of boing in this thread is too damn high
Round 2 of re-reintroductioning! possibly the last time?
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