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Well, you know... the Lion's creed isn't quite so fatalistic as the Explorers', but there's still that expectation of... heroism, I guess. Throwing yourself into the fray for the sake of others, even if it could kill you. As a person who's trying to avoid dying, well... Ash leaned forward...

This Blog is Not a Metaphor Will the me of today exist tomorrow? Technically, this isn't actually just a live play log blog. I've mainly talked about the game because it's been the main hobby consuming my free time, but sometimes I'm gonna talk about other things. TL;DR: Thinking is weird and...

Ash was a little careful as he took one of the overfilled cups. Why did Hanno have to pour so much? Now I'm gonna worry about wasting it... He carefully lifted the cup to his mouth as Hanno relayed his story of the battle with the apes. The mead was less sweet than he expected, and it still had...

What, like reverse Ghost Hunters? I'm not sure I'd consider myself the type... Still, the thought hovered in the back of his mind as he went to load up a few trays. What did Hanno even like, anyway? He wasn't sure, so he made sure to get a bit of everything on there without feeling like he was...

Yeah, I guess. When I decided to pick spirit magic all those years ago, I didn't really think about where I'd end up with it... Ash rolled his eyes at Hanno's jab, but he still smiled at what was obviously meant to be a joke. It's not like I refuse to eat vegetables, Hanno. I just... He...

It was weird - one moment he was just someone trying to help us keep one of the MIT helpers from zapping anyone else, and the next moment he was all dark and eyeballs. Ash rubbed his chest unconsciously. Even through the pain limiter, getting tased had been a deeply unpleasant experience. He...

Ash had yet to spend enough time in game for the faces in the room to be familiar. What he could recognize were the various factions - the blue and badges of Lions, the whistles hanging around the necks of explorers, and so forth. He did recognize a few MIT faces, though - mostly people he...

(A ramen cart? Here?) Ash stared at the cart, located conveniently in a place where there were no other street food vendors entirely. In fact, it was in a residential area, and a pretty wealthy one if the mansion had anything to do with it. None of this made much sense. ...business as usual...

Ash turned his attention to the rain outside as he considered Hanno's information. The rain continued to pour down. Down below he could see the few who were still determined to work despite the rain. It was easy to pick out a number of Lions, clad in their trademark blue. Spirit magic and...

It is crazy, but... it's not like I haven't considered that too. But that has to be impossible, right? There's gotta be some explanation that doesn't involve... I don't know, magic. Something that actually matches up with reality. Ash sighed. Terrasphere emerging from the void like it had was...

Ash nodded, eyes still fixed on the floor. His tail thumped uncertainly against the bench as he thought. ...really makes you think, huh? That there are people who are actually willing to go that far from the real world. Certainly have more guts than me, that's for sure. A short, bitter laugh...

I was working with the MIT earlier. The Serenity Mist is pretty powerful, but I don't think it's that powerful. Ash picked at the fabric of the coat. The stitching was finished, but he continued to idly run the point of the needle in and out of it. He had nothing but hearsay and rumor and the...

We all have to be a little crazy to keep playing this game, really. Himself included. He could tell himself he was doing it to help others all he wanted, but that wasn't quite truthful, was it? Ash looked down at his coat. It'd been through a bit. Scuffs and stains from this or that fight with...

Aisling hesitated to speak as Chelsea continued to talk. She knew a bit about the Nexon name and the corporation tied to it. A meteoric rise, followed by the sudden disappearance of the CEO and the squabbling that followed. The woman in front of her was probably still a teenager then. She...

Well, after VRSA swept the internet, a lot of old information got lost. If... it had stayed gone, it wouldn't have really mattered. But now we've got a bunch of new people playing who don't know anything. Before, you could at least search for the name and come up with a bunch of warnings, but...

Hm, I'll keep that in mind. I used to get it fixed in Vintergard, I think, but... well, can't do that anymore, hah. Once Ash had the needle threaded, the rest of the sewing process was much simpler. He'd done this plenty of times, at least in reality, and a few times in the past 15 minutes or...

Aisling nodded quietly through the other woman's conversation, her nervous smile hidden by the face mask. She was at least familiar with the current state of pop culture, a beast that had a familiar shape but had morphed into something she couldn't keep up with. Yeah, I guess. Thanks for the...

Ash jolted in his seat, followed by a yelp as he jabbed he finger with the seam ripper. He hissed, sucking on the finger for a few seconds before turning his attention to the person sitting next to him. Not that he really had to use his eyes - the mixed smell of the person and his dissonant...

What the fuck. Aisling reread the email, heart pounding in her ears. It was a side email, thank god, but that they'd found it all meant that she'd fucked up somewhere. She stood up and began to pace the length of her studio. Virtual Reality Strategy - she knew about the company. Some group...

It's raining again. Ash is used to it, more or less. He grew up in an area where grey skies and endless drizzle was the norm and umbrellas were a sign of weakness. It was comforting, really - no matter how strange the world got, some things stayed the same. And just like in reality, he dealt...