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"Extremely high level." Activity was starting to pick up in the tavern. Other festival attendees were filtering in, ordering drinks and food and kicking their feet up for a short rest. "And in my experience, that's how it's best to interact with this world. As if it were just like our real...

The world of Terrasphere's a mighty big place. Disconcertingly so, for one who is used to such convenient means of travel such as airplanes, passenger trains, and cars going ten or fifteen over in the passing lane as a baseline. Four years have passed in this fucking game--like, four actual...

160 Unaffiliated No cowards or martyrs. Got it. Disqualifies a good ninety percent of the player base though. Madison, having woken up on the wrong side of the air mattress this morning, was already in a grouchy mood. Setting her over the edge was definitely learning one of the two guilds...

You know what? This Regan chick was right. Sometimes, you just need to go loud. By this point, the rest of the gunslinger's surroundings have dissolved into a monochrome soup. The vampire (?!), a neutral green. The highwaymen on her side of the road? A nice, unfriendly red that pulsed with...

"They could have." Another wing stress nibbled. "Maybe it's just gross, negligent oversight. Maybe it's a bug they can't fix. Maybe it's actual malicious intent! But if that were the case, then why wouldn't they have just fried everyone the moment we all logged in? But what would be the...

I could do it. Right now, even. Her pulse was pounding in her head. Lure her somewhere quieter. Two shots; the first to send her to the resurrection chapel, the second when she wakes back up. Two clean, quick deaths. She won't risk a third. She knows what could happen if she did. Then, I...

Madison was used to having her warnings ignored. More often than not, she welcomed it; because holy shit was post-failure gloating one of the biggest rushes of serotonin she could ever feel in her years and years of miserable life. This time, however, that feeling was abject horror. This...

Oh my god. Madison blinked, staring at the woman bounding down the way with an energetic spring in her step. Oh my god, is she-- --Yes, she is. Yes she fucking is. This was supposed to be an easy payday. Scout the fucking road for ambushes. The main caravan was a mile or two back...

Lion Arms. The first time around, Madison wouldn't have been caught dead registering to join their rank and file. Too goody-goody for her. Too rules-oriented. Too much like the real world; forcing square pegs into round holes and stamping out individuality. Four Years Older Madison, though...

Madison flinched under Cleo's touch, but appreciated the sentiment nonetheless. "Yeah, well... It's fine. I mean it's not; but it's fine, y'know?" More drinks were ordered. Another sentiment appreciated. "Okay. Good. That's incredibly level-headed of you--more so than a lot of players...

"No," said the gunslinger, a note of bitterness creeping into her voice. "No there isn't." Was it her place to talk about the horrific battle against the eldritch lolita monsters she and some of her friends went through four years ago? "The risks weren't exactly well-known back then, but I...

A couple shooters of that good clear amber slid down the bar. Madison, the practiced alcoholic, caught hers with relative ease. "Cheers," she said in kind, the women clinking their glasses together. "You did pretty good yourself with those spears of yours. Punting one in the last round...

Sounded good to her! Especially the part where she didn't have to pay for the first round. Such kindness was often expected by others, but rarely ever offered (especially to the woman who wore the skull face paint). Madison followed Cleo's lead to Linkir's Tavern & Bar. It was a quaint...

"No, that makes sense. Video games are supposed to be an escapist fantasy, right?" Supposed to be. "It doesn't make much sense to get home from your day job and do the exact same thing in VR to unwind." Lord knows that, as much as Madison enjoyed working at her bookstore, she'd have gone...

The whole time Vesstan nipped at their heels, Madison had her Deadeye active and her left hand on the grip of her revolver, hidden from the elf's view. Not that she ever needed to do more--what with Cleo whipping out an entire armory herself. When Vesstan finally left, the raven relaxed. And...

There were a lot of things Madison wanted to say. That four years ago, she was here. She was a Traveler. That she fought Titanius with others like her; nearly being dissolved in acid and having her life force taken from her as the monstrous entity ravaged the world. That, after destroying...

"You're also not going to kill him because that's illegal. And there are about three hundred, maybe three hundred fifty witnesses." Asshole though the elf may be; murder is murder. And--yes--this is just a video game at the end of the day. A pile of ones and zeroes spaghetti'd into strings...

Madison was witnessing some real anime shit. What with Cleo jumping in the air, spinning around in a pocket of zero gravity, and tossing two of her arcane spears and kicking the third all the way through its target and all. What was truly "No. No! No! NO, NO, NO!" Vesstan had thrown his...

"Nice! Good throw!" Madison gave Cleo the most casual of pumped fists. The gunslinger was in the lead; but the two women were united against a common enemy here. The final round had come. This time, three targets were airborne; each of them moving in different directions, each of them...

"Don't be so sure. He's getting pissed." Madison nodded towards the elf. "And not just showy pissed; actual pissed. That might help him focus his aim a bit." The fourth round was here. While the targets were prepared, Madison reloaded her gun. Didn't want to risk the hammer falling on an...