“Yo, Gunter!” Surprising that you can hear someone over the assembly line we got going on here, what with the banging, grinding, torching, and sawing. Would be damn near deafening without our muffs on… And yet I can still hear my boss over all this. Ah whatever, I’ve gotta get this Humvee fixed up so we can ship back out to our boys. A little mortar fire isn’t gonna keep this metal deathtrap away from the field.
“Gunter!” Again. I swear if I had to listen to that drunkard’s voice more often than I did, I’d go crazy. Throwing my head back, I’d let out a heavy sigh as I tried to suppress the… Mild agitation, to be polite. Standing up from my knelt position, I’d glance over the pack of grease monkies hard at work, each with their own toy tinkering away at their own little project. Kinda cute- in the, half of these guys are useless sort of way. And sure enough, here comes ol’ Silverback himself, “Gunter, package! I swear if you get another package sent to my office, I’m gonna personally shove whatever it is down your throat, got me?!”
“Like the plague, sir!” Pompous ass. ‘Oh look at me; I got a job supervising a bunch of home stuck vets playing with deadly toys.’ I’d like to see him pick a rifle for once. Hell, I’d give my next paycheck just to see him bend over- that’s still an ongoing bet around here. Still better go pick it up before he eats it. Pushing away from my task, I’d look over to Marcus- motioning and mouthing for him to watch my equipment. Yep, there’s that dismissive thumbs up… Something’s going to go missing. Still, if this package is what I think it is…
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AFTER HOURS
You know, it wasn't as impressive as I thought it would've been. Looked like some brain swapping device out of a sci-fi movie. Oh well, had everything installed and setup; now I was just waiting for the servers to go online. Good thing I had a few sick days under my belt, Silverman was going to be furious. Still, gotta find some time to relax.
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THE NEXT DAY
12:59
Well, here we go. Moment of truth. Helmet on, and-
13:00
“Link start!”
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Day 2 (Morning)
Seems odd waking up like I did… It’s not even real. I mean it’s real enough to end your life, but- it’s a game. So many people panicked when that bastard made his big announcement, and who could blame them? There I was trying to think of how the hell do I get out of this mess myself. I’d been able to go it alone so far, but that’ll only do so much- especially with people turning on each other now. Tossing the sheets over to the side, I’d force myself to a standing position as I began dawning my gear. Spear, check. Backup sword, check. Armor, all good. And my necklace… Right, it’s all here. And once it was all on my person, I’d begin making my way out of the inn.
Well, if I’d been looking for a party, there was no better time than then. Though I figure most came up the same idea I had. ‘Better in a squad then alone.’ Still, I couldn’t just toss in with the first group I see, I’d have to wait it out; play it safe. It was then that I decided to merely scout around, see what information I could dig up from the people. And so I left, offering myself to this new world and the people within it. This may have been knew to me, but I know one thing… I will survive.
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Currently (Same day)
After a night of restless sleep, Gunter had decided it was time to start venturing out into the unknown world that had ensnared him. His military training kept him alert as he scouted out different hiding spots and fallback points within the city, but his main focus was to start gathering intel. It wasn’t hard, as by that time, everyone was gossiping and spreading information like wild fire. Part of Gunter had hoped that this was all just some bad dream or hallucination from the many tireless hours he had put in back at the shop… But as talk of the dead and dying circulated, that hope was gone. For now he just had to survive. After scouring the city, he eventually rounded back into the Inn, giving a heavy sigh as he sat down at the nearest empty table. Setting his spear atop the table before him, he’d begin to eye over the patrons in an attempt to single out a worthy prospect… Or sucker.