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    Esphixia IC (rpg styled roleplay)

    You fix the helmet on your head, and shudder when the suction pieces attach it firmly against your skull. For a second you're wondering what it'll do to your hairdo, but you're too excited to really give it any thought. A little buzzer goes off and one of the three orange lights turns green. Step one complete. A little voice mutters in your ear that you are to pat yourself down, to give the VR program a thought of your body measurements. A little awkwardly, you start patting yourself down, guided with the soft voice which tells you where to pat next. It takes a couple minutes, but in the end the second buzzer sound and you're rewarded with another green light. Step two, complete. Next, a little wire comes into view and the voice inside your ear asks you to attach it to your chest. It's a bit cold, but after fidgeting with it a little you're able to attach the suction piece to your chest. You wonder what's it for, but then suddenly you're blinded by an immense, bright light.
    A little dazed, you hear another buzzer sound and the last green light lights up. “Set-up completed” the voice mutters, before urging you lie down on your bed.

    When the VR program starts, a soft buzzing starts filling the room. Probably the fans doing their job. And indeed, after a short starting procedure your field of vision gets crowded with little pop-ups, detailing stuff from a warm first welcome to your current physical status. But more then anything, your eye is drawn to a little window detailing the contents of your true aspirations- playing the game. More then anything, you're eager to jump into the game, to lose yourself to its vastness and detailed surroundings, to lose yourself in its complexity. A bit awkward at first, you soon find out that, even though the pop-ups are pictured in your field of vision only, they have a certain depth to them, and they act as a 'touchscreen' of sorts. You move your hand over them and are surprised how an artificial field makes you think you're brushing against a button that's not existent. You shrug, only amazed by this high level of technology for so long, before you smash the 'start' button. The helmet encapsulating your head rewards you with a swirl of lights, and soon your entire field of vision is swallowed whole by this raging tornado of pearlescent colors.

    Suddenly, you find yourself standing on an immense square in the middle of a mud-brick city. There's a whole bunch of people gathered here, and more of them seem to spawn randomly. The beginner's town. Your long awaited entree.
    A pop-up scares you out of your thoughts. A quick check up. You pat yourself down again, flex your muscles and say a couple of random commands. You notice how the people surrounding you are forced to do the same, and more then one seems eager to get it done with already. You feel no different. “Look in the light here” The voice speaks, “Now this light here. Good. You're all set to go! Welcome to the world of Esphixia, enjoy your stay”

    You smirk, and you look at the other rooks who are still muttering commands and following lights. “Later, noobs!” You shout at them and run off, leaving them jealous and annoyed. God, this feels so real! You run through the alleys and past shops, and even though you know you're one of the first the place is already crowded. It's hard to say who's a real player and who's an NPC, save for the starter's outfit most players wear. The shops are already teeming with activity and you find yourself practically hooked, line and sinker by one of the bakeries. Though all this food is artificial the smell you experience is quite real, and the saliva in your mouth certainly agrees. You shake your head, there's more important stuff to do now!

    “Inventory” You command, and are rewarded by a small screen in your view that details your current load-out, as well as your 'backpack'. Nothing much, other then two basic health potions and starter gear. A buckler almost about to break, a dagger which looks more like silverware and an outfit made for the masses. Starter gear. Great. You equip the dagger and buckler, and make sure you place the health potions in your pockets for quick excess. Next you draw up the minimap, and you're rewarded by a small drawing detailing the city you're in now, your location, and a couple of simple training grounds other rooks have discovered already. Perfect. You smirk a last time before you get moving again, off to the training fields. Its time to play.

    At the training fields there's an abundance of slimes, giant rats, small boars and other critters. They're all easy leveled, perfect for some target practice. It's a bit crowded, but you managed to lure one of the boars off from the pack for you to engage. A couple other rooks look at you with jealousy filled eyes, though a second later they resume their attempts to separate one as well. You shrug, the critter in front of you is all you care about right now. It snorts, and scrapes the ground with one of his front paws eagerly. Seems like he's fixed on his mark as well. You storm the boar with a mad grin on your face. A couple of quick blows, minor scrapes and a loud victory laugh later your foe lies defeated, and you're rewarded with a small pop-up; gained items. You give it a glance and notice how you've gained some boar meat. Not bad, for a first kill. In your HUD, one of the bars moves as well. Experience, which is now on 20%. Your chest pounding, your smile broadening and your dagger dripping blood, you feel the adrenaline in your system slowly fading. Still, the first fight was a success and you feel like this world is everything you've ever wanted.

    However, just when you're about to lose yourself in grinding your skills a big flash lights the evening sky. You look up, but before you can make out any details you feel a soft tugging behind your belly button. With a sudden flash, however, the tugging stops and you find yourself back on the major square where you first began. A bit confused you look around, before a big screen hanging on one of the walls draws your attention.

    The screen flashes a couple times, before an angelic looking young man comes into view, bruised and with more then one wound gushing his life fluids. He is panting, the feathers on his white wings are ruffled and you feel a bit scared for whatever beat him to that extent.
    “T-this is rear Admiral Tuvanis Muraken, of the holy order of- ghuh!”
    The scene shakes ominously, and it isn't until then that you realize that the rear admiral is actually under attack! The camera pans up slightly, and you're able to see multiple explosions filling the background. A couple other angelic looking knights have created a circle around the rear admiral, but they don't look any better then he does. They're about to fall.
    “The situation is dire. Dear citizens of Esphixia, we have failed you. For years we have fought the monsters that threaten to destroy our world, but today it seems we've fought to no avail. We make our final stand today, but I fear we only have a few more minutes. With my last powers, i've- gugh! I've opened a portal to the Human world, to allow adventurers into Esphixia. These humans might be able to stem the tide against evil, and win the war we could not...”
    The screen tilts again, and a second later the camera seems to fall to the ground. The rear admiral kneels in front of it and points it upward to his face, only to show the incoming meteor, a massive chunk of fiery rock and debree, about to crash into the group of valiant knights. The rear admiral seems to see a reflection of the show behind him in the lens, but before he could fully turn around the meteor hits with a deafening explosion, turning the screen black again.

    The crowd gathered, consisting solely of rooks not unlike you, slowly starts muttering and whispering to each other. Most seem scared, some confused and some even pumped. It seems the creators of this game really went all-out.
    But then he appears. A lone figured clothed only in black, wearing a white mask resembling a screaming man. The sight alone makes you shudder, even though the person stands on top of the massive screen, all the way on the other side of the square. A camera suddenly sends images to the screen, and the horrifying mask fills the entire screen. In an instant, the muttering voices are silence by the ominous presence. It doesn't seem the man talks, not with that scary mask on, but for some reason you still hear a voice of raw leather seemingly coming from nowhere.
    “Humans. The angels lost the fight, and so they turn to humans. Pathetic” The figure speaks, every word sending chills down your spine. “And so what do we have here? Adventurers? No, mere students, middle schoolers, businessmen and the like. No fighters, no warriors. Is this it?”
    The sarcastic voice scowls you, and even though fear still lashes at you like a double-tipped whip you feel anger taking over you.
    “Who the hell are you to say that?!” someone shouts, and you whole heartily agree.
    “Come down here, you pussy”
    “I'll beat your ass!”


    The figure chuckles, simply brushing away the replies with a flick of his wrist. Instead of continuing his monologue, his left hand crawls up at his mask. For some reason, the idea horrifies you, and you feel your anger quickly fading away. If he makes due with that kind of mask, then who knew what his real face was like? You've got the urge to close your eyes as the bony fingers grab the solid white material, to look away when he slowly removes the thing. But you're unable to, either too curious or scared, and once he removes his mask it's already too late to undo the damage.
    A soaring pain curses through your head, and you grab your temples in a pathetic excuse to fight against the pain. Absently, you notice how the entire square is grabbing their head or pulling their hair, but the numbing pain is too strong for you to give trivial things like that any thought. Just looking at his face caused this...? And you didn't even see anything, dammit! Just a glimpse, just a... Slowly but surely the pain starts to fade, and you find yourself leaning heavily on your knees while you pant the pain away.
    “Humans. Such frail beings. Be glad I didn't kill you, be glad I at least give you the chance of fighting back. Oh, but please be safe. That soaring pain you felt just now? That was me, taking away your options of logging out of this world. I cursed you, the lot of you. From now on, death will be permanent and you'll never be able to leave this world. That is, until you defeat me. The King of Darkness, Legate Nocturn, the... well, the name doesn't really matter. Ninety Nine floors from here, I house my castle. Between there and here, I'll deploy my many minions to amuse you. Fight them and grow stronger, until one day we will meet again. I look forward to it, Adventurers.”

    And with that, the guy disappeared, leaving the crowds on the square confused, horrified and scared. Some were cursing the game's creators, others were just rubbing their temples absently. Utter confusing was the name of the game, and only a couple seemed to have regained their wits. Among them, is you. What do you do?
    Breathe easy, the doctors are about to arrive.

    hmmmmmm RAWR

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    Nemo could only stare at the blank screen as his mind began to race as the crowd around him begins to shift. Nemo is suddenly jolted out of his thoughts as someone shoves him out if the way as a group of four rookies begin to head to the training area.

    Nemo: I can't just stay here,I need to find someone,anyone who can help me get some awnsers.

    Nemo begins to push his way thru the crowd as he tries to find some potential allies.
    Yesterday is history,tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.

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    Sam had been excited about this, more than he had admitted to the others. The group had distributed the assortment of mmos they would test randomly, and while there had been a couple of old titles about to be revived, nothing had looked quite as promising as Esphixia. Sure, the helmet was uncomfortable to wear at first, and the scanning left a faint unidentifiable aftertaste on his tongue, but all of that was soon forgotten when character creation had started.

    He loved character creation, even though it played out the same most of the time. Classes were pretty much fixed for him, and, if available, something along the lines of Monks, Paladins or Priests were usually his first choices. This game, though, offered no such distinction, and so Sam went for the
    Defender-preset. Sounds about the most fitting.

    The screen to change appearances was missing, to his disdain, and he wasn’t sure whether the decision to force players to display their real faces had been that good for marketing purposes. Technology around the game is probably ground-breaking enough to allow for it.

    He skipped past a couple of boring pages of legal stuff, Terms of Use and the like, not wasting more than the second it took to click ‘I Agree’ with either. Sam never did. No one ever did. Or rather, everyone hoped that there were two or three people bored enough on this planet that they would do it and then warn everyone else that users were actually signing away their soul to someone. No alarming news had reached Sam’s ears yet.

    Then it started, and he was hurled into a virtual world that felt, smelled and tasted so real that he could’ve just as well stepped outside his flat.

    After a short but still annoying adjustment phase, he was ready to go and explore what must be the general spawn city for new players. More people logged in by the second and, remembering the way it had been with some mmos he and his friends had played before right after their respective launches, he hurried away from the crowds. Would be the first game not to start lagging and bugging out on day one.

    There were food stalls and equipment vendors alike, and already he noticed the rush returning, the feeling he had thought long forgotten. Gathering experience, better armour, better weapons.

    What little starting equipment there was Sam equipped, and then he followed a couple of information signs into the direction of the training fields.

    A short standard pull of some generic critter and a far too easy battle later, Sam had earned his first exp of the game. Then the teleportation ripped him back to the start plaza and a huge screen came to life.

    A tad too dramatic for my taste. Some Admiral vanished off the monitor and was replaced by a mask-wearing freak, and, slowly, it began to doom on Sam that something was wrong.

    ...

    The silence following the announcement lasted seconds and was soon interrupted by the first angry shouts and yells, but Sam figured it wouldn’t stay like that. While the implications of the message still ghosted through the back of his mind, he reacted the same way as before. If something goes wrong, get away from the crowds. Some of them are bound to get violent before this ends.

    A quick glance around revealed the next exit, and Sam started to plough his way through the masses. Most people were still gaping at the monitor or had picked up a conversation with the person next to them. Shared anger about something was a quick way to connect to people. It took a couple of gentle pushes, and some more determined elbow strikes at times, to get through, but his exit route was getting closer.

    Sam noticed a couple of other people who were trying to make their way out of the crowd, but paid them no mind. Not as long as I’m still inside, at least.

    The people all around grew more restless by the second, and he felt his own anger rushing up. What he had intended to be yet another gentle push to open up a path ended in a man being thrown off balance and falling to the ground beside him when someone else shoved his target backwards from the other side at the same time. "Sorry," he muttered, and hurried onwards. This isn't how it was supposed to happen. Not at all. If at least the others were here.... Already smaller groups were breaking off and heading to the various exits. On the other side of the square Sam recognized the street he had taken earlier, the one to the training grounds. Too far away now.

    Groups!
    He had forgotten about that part. Stomping off alone wouldn’t do him any good in a world he didn’t know yet, but where to find some good company in this mass? Get out first. The edge of the crowd came into view, and a street sign identified the route ahead to lead to some sort of forest. Well, just wait up for others to pass, I guess.

    Sam stood a couple of meters into the street, obtrusive enough to be noticed while not barring anyone’s way. While waiting for some chance to join one party or another, he familiarized himself more with the touch-screen menu and the blue boxes began to fill the space around him.
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    Jason pinched the bridge of his nose and pressed his eyes shut.
    "Light effects, why is it allways light effects..?" He said while he gently rubbed his eyelids.

    It was so strange, the teleport, the mysterious message, the man with the mask, nothing at all like the story he'd read about online before he hooked up all the crap to his computer. On the other hand, the story he'd read was so full of generic mmo-klishés that he'd forgotten most of it before he'd gotten the VR-helmet out of the box. Something about a world in turmoil, a hideous threat and a lonely hero that would ride in and save the day... Or something like that.
    He stood silent for a while, thinking about what the masked man had said. That they were all unable to log off. He had to try it out.
    "Menu" he said and was almost immediately greeted by a nice row of buttons. He moved his arm up and down them all before he gently indicated that he wanted to select "log off".
    The game loaded for a while before a pop-up appeared saying that the program was unable to execute the desired process at this time. A long error code followed the message, but since he couldn't write it down or google it Jason just let it go.
    "Maybe it's just a timed event, I'll try again after I've completed a quest or two..."

    People were on the move, several exits led players from the big, open space and Jason couldn't help but feel a little lost. He'd run right out and killed the first thing that moved and looked like an enemy. He hadn't explored more than he'd had to and was now standing there in the middle of an emptying plaza, trying to decide where to go.

    He demanded the in-game map and was rewarded with a big black screen, only smudged a bit in the middle. He waved his arms around frantically trying to get the thing to zoom in on his area, of course this didn't work until he'd given up and were trying to make it go away.
    He took a minute to examine the areas that had been revealed to him. The starter village was largely visible along with a thin line that led straight out into nothing. Jason assumed that that was where he'd claimed his first victory in this world. Some names dotted the map, shops, villages, training grounds... Well, why not? Maybe he would be able to get some skills there.
    Another minute of mad flailing followed before the map understood that it had outstayed its welcome and slipped away. A tool tip reminded him that the map would always be right there if he ever needed to be blinded and unable to defend himself.

    After looking around for a while he found the road that was supposed to lead him to the training grounds. Immediately a wall of "looking for group" appeared and made Jason seriously consider choosing another path. No, not this time, without skills he would eventually die a slow and horrible death at the sinister hands of a fluffy bunny or whatever the devs thought was a proper low-level enemy. So he soldiered on, keeping an eye open for any clues about where he was supposed to go.
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    After having read through the massive walls of text known as ToS and Privacy Policy, Matti entered the virtual reality. Completing all the starter tutorials as quickly as possible, using the knowledge he had obtained from earlier MMO experiences. The fighting system might take a while to get used to, but even it did not appear an impossible obstacle. Just as he smiled, he was suddenly teleported away to the main square.

    -----Insert announcment events from the opening post here-----

    Having heard the announcement, Matti could not believe what he had just heard. "Damnit, damnit, damnit, damnit!" he swore, and called out "Menu!", in hopes of finding some sort of an internet access HUD. He would need to access his E-mail and bank account, and soon too. A businessman cannot stop paying his bills and answering E-mails, and he would need to warn his family so they would not try to remove the helmet. Hopefully the food 'round here also fills up the stomach of oneself, or... well, better not let in the devil of doubt as of yet. If he had made the most logical choise, he would have exited the square, and only after that scrolling the menu, but the panic had clouded his judgement. There he was, standing luckily enough near a wall at the edge of the square, and desperately trying to find the internet access from the game.
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    Sam waited quite a while, but no one would come his way. He saw groups breaking off into most of the other directions, though. Something at the end of this road I should know about? Then he noticed something else. Looking for group signs… right. Instead of just waiting around and hoping for people to pass him by, he opened the Social tabs of the menu. “Where are you…” he muttered while flipping through the buttons and screens. “Friends, Guild, Search… Looking for Group. Got you.” There were a couple of conditions possible to be set, specifying what group Sam was hoping to find, but he left the spaces blank for now. As an afterthought, he added ‘Looking for People’ to the tags displayed above his head as well.

    Even after these changes, no one seemed to consider the road behind him for more than a second. Maybe I should’ve read the manual after all. At least the little break and the space had helped to calm him down by now. Not knowing exactly where to go and with the ‘death is permanent’ bullshit of that masked guy still echoing through his head, Sam felt compelled to go back to the only place that seemed to make sense visiting right now. The Training Grounds. Surely some easily made experience points would come in more than handy under these circumstances, and he was sure that there would be more challenging enemies around somewhere, in case he did find a group. Even if not, we could still just take on bigger groups.

    He added the location ‘Training Ground’ to both his LFG and LFP tags and marched away from his street corner. A quick glance at the different pathways assured him that he still knew where to go, the bakery with the red roof and yellow sign above its door at the respective street corner was a sure giveaway. Even if virtual, he did love his food and made sure to remember places where to get some good stuff with even more precision than many things others deemed… more important for life.

    Sam moved around the edges of the plaza, since most of those still left in the middle of it seemed rather enraged about their situation, hammering the virtual buttons for ‘log-off’ and cursing the error messages time and again. Focused on not losing the red roof out of his sight, though, Sam didn’t notice another man who had taken up position at the edge of the crowd. He tried to halt when the man appeared in the corner of his eyes, but they still collided with a grunt on Sam's part and staggered away from each other. “’Tschuldigung,” he muttered. “Sorry, I mean,” Sam added a second later. International server… don’t mix it up.

    The man had been surrounded by some of the buttons before, but all of them vanished upon the light impact. Hope it wasn’t something important. It took Sam a second to realise that he was standing in front of a quite… old player. Old at least for gaming.

    Might as well use the opportunity. Sam had always been annoyed by people walking up to his character and asking whether he wanted to form a group for something in his older games, but this was sort of a special situation. And from the looks of it, there weren’t many other solo players around anymore, at least not many who didn’t actually wanted to be solo. “You want to join a party? Training ground’s more or less around the corner.”

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    Nemo is surrounded by the giant crowd as he tries to fight his way to freedom. For every step he takes, it feels like an invisible force from within the crowd tries to pull him back in.

    Nemo: If...I...don't...get out of this crowd soon...I think I'm going to suffocate to death.

    With one final push,he manages to break free from the pull of the crowd as he stands right at the path to the Training Grounds. Taking a second to catch his breath,Nemo notices a floating blue neon sign hanging over a players head.

    "Looking for People"
    "No Restrictions"

    Nemo: Sweet,looks like my bad luck is finally starting to turn. Hey,y'all need one more ?
    Yesterday is history,tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.

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    Matti did his best to find the menu he had seen a mention of on the manual. Or at least he thought he had. But there it was! The 4th wall HUD! Tapping it, only a small screen popped up, on which read:
    "The use of this menu has been banned from all the adventurers. Do not worry though, we have automatically sent a warning message to every person on you registered e-mail contact list, telling them not to remove your helmet. It would be most boring if all adventurers died due to their relatives without putting up a show at all, would it not?"

    "Now I do not know should I laugh or cry... If I'm stuck, I might as well check what I'm supposed to fight with. Skills!" he spoke to himself, and the menu turned into a blank screen. "No skills to begin with? This MMORPG truly is pushing it... I suppose one unlocks them as they gain prowess then. But now what... now what..." Matti thought, and sighed. "Menu!" he proclaimed, and the screen swapped back to the main menu. Blindly going through pages and finding nothing useful, Matti was suddenly interrupted by another player bumping into him. The menus closed in a flash, and Matti barely avoided being thrown off-balance by this unexpected acquaintance. The person first addressed him in German, but soon said the same in English. "Kein Problem, mein Freund", Matti replied to the person, and listened what else he had to say. "You know, there is nothing more annoying than random people walking at you and proposing you to join their party. But I have to say, training won't kill us. And multiple lvl-1s can probably spend more time in training grounds than just one. I will make an exception to my rule of ignoring people who do that and come with you. Let us move before all the enemies are taken. But would you be so kind and not make this party larger than three people at once? Making the party bigger than that will make it too inefficient."

    As soon as he had spoken out, he regretted some of his words. "Nice job getting rid of a potential ally at the very first seconds... he will abandon me at the first chance possible...", Matti muttered to himself so quietly the other person could not possibly hear him. Fighting the will to facepalm, he opened the map screen with his custom voice command "Chart!" (as map might be needed for other use than opening menus later) and started looking for the quickest route through the streets. After a good while of tracing, he said: "Most people will be likely to use this route, so we should move through here", Matti said, drawing a line on his map from their current location to a gate farther from the entrance to the training ground. "If the main gate is in the chaos I believe it could be in, we won't get through it before tomorrow. Let's go." This encounter had cleared his head of unnecessary worries for now. They would return, but a moment without them would not hurt his concentration.

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    At first confused by the change from German to English with quite the Texan accent from someone he hadn’t even deemed coming from the US in the first place, the feeling quickly turned into suppressed annoyance. In any other game, I would’ve reacted the same… calm down. “Believe me,” he said, “I’m not fond of the idea of walking up to randoms and asking people to join either.” He snorted. “But what can you do. And something around three people sounds good, plus or minus one, maybe.”

    He watched his first group member accept the request and work the map. Sam hadn’t even bothered to call it up so far and changed that, if only to check out what info was available right now. He wasn’t yet used to the voice commands, though, and preferred the, even if just virtual, feeling of actually pressing buttons to coordinate the menus. There was the terrain of the starter city outlined, some streets and places of interest marked. Beyond the city borders, his map appeared blacked out. Bug or do I actually have to explore this stuff?

    After his new partner announced to be done, Sam had to agree that it was quite the nice detour that would use a couple of side alleys to get them to the training grounds, instead of having to manoeuvre the crowded main streets. “Looks good, … Tohvelimorso,” he said, reading the information hovering above the man’s head. “You don’t actually insist on that username, do you? It’s quite… long.”

    Another person walked up to them, asking to join. Sam glanced at the new users’s information. “Sure, Ally. Tag along.” He turned around towards the route Tovelimorso had worked out. “We’re off to the training grounds for now.”

    There were less stalls around in these streets, the paths took them past some residential houses instead, some more run-down than others. Guess they’ve been added for authenticity’s sake. Sam also spotted a bar entrance hunched between two small homes, what he deemed to be a bouncer-NPC was lingering nearby.

    “Anyways,” he said, turning his attention to the street in front of him again, “where are you all from?” He glanced at Tohvelimorso while they made their way through some narrow back alleys. “You don’t look very Texan, for example.”

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    "If Tohvelimorso seems too long for everyday use, I guess you could shorten it into just Morso", Matti suggested to Sam. "The beginning is only sort of a definition, if you may. But at least it ain't something like XxShadowNinjaOPLordxX. One sees names like that too often. Does putting two Xs in the beginning and the end of your name turn you 'cooler' or what? Well, enough with that. We were going, were we not?" Matti asked, and they indeed started walking through the streets towards the side gate.

    On their way through the side alleys, the village showed its other side. These buildings were not kept as well as the ones 'round the main square or the main passageways. It was not too rare to see a broken window or two, accompanied by chipping paint and/or wall structure in general. Passing by one 'bar' of a sort, a bottle flew out of a broken window, and hit the ground, spilling the remains of it's contents on the ground, while also throwing the glass shards around. But outside buildings, there were actually very few people to be seen. Some players rushed to the main gate, or back towards the main square with a lost look on their faces. Panic is bad. Mass panic is worse. And getting stuck inside a death trap of a video game might be the worst. They turned a few corners, and the streets cleaned up considerably. Passing a bakery, the nose of Matti caught the aroma of the delicacies. "Naahhh... wife had promised to make pancakes today, too..." he said, more to himself than his companions.

    Then Sam spoke up again. Asking about the origins of his newfound companions, Matti answered with a smile: "Are we not a bit curious here? In some MMORPGs, such question would be a clear violation of the Privacy Policy, or PP for short, but as we are stuck in this world, making our original nationality and such quite irrelevant, I shall tell you. I originate from Finland in Northern Europe. The Texan accent I got from my teacher. I would guess you are from Germany, as you instinctively apologized in German before 'correcting' yourself. Would that guess hit the spot?" Matti asked back, then turning at Ally. "What about you, pardner? No need to be shy."

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