[center][h1][color=#318CE7]Campanella[/color][/h1]
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Interacting with: [@Morose] & [@KabenSaal]
Current Theme: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96oI9-F1Grc]Strangers[/url]
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One moment, he was farming boars like a fiend. The next, he was suddenly back at square one. The boy watched in amiable silence as the cried uncontrollably. Its vermilion tears coalesced into what was later introduced as the Game Master, who with his appearance carried a revelation for all players to bear witness to. With his departure, the duty of crying then befell the players themselves. To his two, three, five, seven, and practically every other direction was incessant wailing. As soon as the invisible barrier dropped, people shoved and paved their way through others in the midst of the turmoil, meanwhile Campanella stood idly in place, his expression still deadpan. To be frank, he wasn't all too surprised by this development. The device was willingly given complete presidence over one's body upon full dive, so conceptualizing how this whole tumult had been allowed to happen was nowhere near a strenuous feat. Rather than adding to the cacophony and have his voice ultimately be drowned out, he saved his breath and took in his assets. Those being a few pig hides and his stock blade. Not a whole lot to gawk at in awe, but it was at least something.

To many, this happening must have been considered the end of their world. But to Campanella, and hopefully many more over time, it was a new beginning. A new horizon, a clean slate, a fresh start. Rather than celebrating change, a meek sigh escaped his lips instead. Oh how much he wanted to have that last bite of vanilla bean bundt cake hiding in the back of his fridge. Jeez, sacrifices were already being made and he had yet to take a single step within the post-tutorial game. Onyx eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the scene in its fullest. His attention was automatically drawn to the coalition of publicly announced Beta Testers, bastions of hope in the maelstrom of discord. The player mentally jotted the time down. Although the gathering's location wasn't explicitly announced, there was a high chance it was going to be held in a high population area. 

With his first directive to escape the constricting mayhem of players, Campanella weaved his way through the crowd towards the gate. Stray players leaked through the open entranced and walked off aimlessly for resources. He felt his hand subconsciously move for his blade's grip. In the Beta, he learned to be always prepared for the sporadic nature of this game, entailing all of the obstacles it chucked at its players, in addition to the crazed mind. And right now, not everybody was exactly in the most peaceful mentality. But without a doubt the official launch brought with it a fair amount of nuances, as was the trend during the transition from Beta to Full Launch.He cast his gaze to his sides before continuing down the dirt path. After a stretch of paces, the swordsman discerned the form of to individuals before him. One stood with a complete grasp on her disposition and integrity, whilst the other ha-

[color=#318CE7][i]Holy Sugar Honey Iced Tea[/i][/color] were those cat ears and a tail? Campanella broke free of his momentary trance as the latter called out to catch the white-haired girl's attention. The player resumed his trek which just so happened to have the same trajectory as the two, and in a nonchalant manner he walked over to the two. [color=#318CE7]"Farming?"[/color] He asked brusquely. Hopefully these two weren't freaking out like the thousands of players in disorder within the city to his back.