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It's stuff like that, that really pissed her off. Hacking to make a statement, that's one thing. Being a troll on a game, yeah, alright, whatever ya' jerk. And even hacking to be a troll as well as the absolute scum of any game? Fine! Be a terrible human being. At least it  didn't have to end in the kidnapping of thousands and thousands of minds, as well as the deaths of thousands more.

Games like this were suppose to be a get-away. A dream to escape reality in. Not a nightmare you could never wake up from. She was practically burning from the inside out. Her shields were almost always up these days in the game. Not to mention that even this body in the game could get scars and feel agonizing pain. Luck for her, that doctors enjoyed playing video games as much as the next person. But then again their guilty pleasure was no longer private, now was it? 

A few missing-for-days-due-to-video-gamers were to be expected with the introduction of a game that was her generation's lunar landing. But massive amounts of people stuck in said game? And actually dying real deaths while in it? Whoever thought this was a genius idea needed their arms and legs ripped off. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. She'd have to log that death-to-****head options for whenever she ran across one of those sick and twisted hackers.

MortalMalice was her handle, but she just went by Malice now. Her new InGame life deserved an InGame name. Thank the gods she hadn't named her self something ridiculous with numbers in it, like that stupid hackers, whose name she could never remember. Wasn't it something to do with 'reaper' or 'rag-nar-ok'? Not that didn't seem right. Well, either way she was all for signing up to kick their heads in. 

While she was stewing about things that she mostly couldn't control at the moment, she slammed a fist into one of the medium difficulty beasts. She didn't even need her Goliath suit for this. Why was she doing this escort mission again? Ah, right. Even InGame worlds had currency and currency was needed for food and food was needed to fuel her body to kick frickin' hackers in the face. Better hurry it along then.

With easily landed kicks and punches here and there, Malice was free to take out her frustration escorting a few lower level kiddo-gamers to what they told her was a designated safe-zone. Supposedly secured by a few empathetic high medium leveled gamers, lead by a beta tester, the group was holding up somewhere on the actually wasteland ground level. Seemed stupid to Malice, but if this was anything like the real world, which it unfortunately was [i]now[/i], people did whatever they thought was best for them. 

And there was some logic behind it. Why would hackers who wanted control over all the major parts of the game ever come down to ground of the wastelands to get their boots digitally dirty? Answer: they wouldn't. Unless, say, a beta-tester were helping keep lower level kids safe. But that was Malice's cynical two-cents. These poor kids deserved all the hope they could get. She just hoped it was worth it in the end.

Once the mission as done and she was transferred the currency, she said her goodbyes (which she hates because she always ends up crying somehow), patted each kid on the head, told the beta-tester to look out for them otherwise she'd come back and rip his ears off, and then left. Without her suit activated she could move faster, so she started a well paced run. It certainly wasn't the fastest she could go, but it was a good speed that would get her to the Underside of Killion in good time. Just before the dinner rush. [i]Sweet.[/i] It wasn't all that pretty or impressive as it once had been, but her virtual tastebuds were always tingling when at her favorite dive. And boy did escort mission and being mad make her hungry!

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