"...I was almost dead. Just a few more seconds and I would be gone forever. You saved me man...you saved my life." A player with his helmet off choked out. On his knees with tears streaming down his face.
The player by the name of Salvation, or Sal for short, sighed. "Yeah, I get that. Look, it's good that you understand how close you came to dying, since it means that you'll learn from your mistake...but it's been over an hour" Sal helped him to his feet "you should really get back to a safe town. In fact, I'd suggest leaving Genesis altogether. You don't seem like you're cut out for life in these parts...no offence."
"None taken, you're completely right after all. I just...I never really played Elysium like a game...you know? I pretty much used it as a Virtual facebook...if that makes any sense?"
Sal nodded "You'd be surprised how many other people are like that. Sure, they're a massive minority, but still far more then I ever expected. Then again...even one person like that is more then I expected." After his little tangent, Sal gestured for the other player to continue.
"Right, so anyway; I never really played the game as a game back before it got hijacked. By the time my life depended on my ability to fight, it was too late to learn. I've played Dark Souls a lot, and the only real teacher in that game is trial and error. Now however, just a single error and it's all over. So I just stayed put in Exodus for safety, you know, just wait this whole thing out. But I got so tired of that. That's when I decided to stop hiding. So I came to Genesis, since I heard it was a good place to train. But then...well...you saw what happened."
Sal just nodded. Honestly, the fight wasn't as pitiful as the poor guy seemed to think it was. His aim wasn't bad...or at least it wouldn't have been, if he wasn't shaking so much. In fact, the fight was pretty close, there was a chance he could have one on his own...but Sal just wasn't willing to bet someone's life like that. ''The smart thing to do would be to have him go back to Exodus...but that's not going to work. He's just going to get more and more stir-crazy until he pulls something like this again.' Sal sighed "Alright, here's what you're going to do; you see that Sanctuary right to the south?" Sal pointed at said Sanctuary
"Yeah" was the other player's simple response
"That's Griston. It's pretty small by Sanctuary standards, but I know a guy there. Ask around for someone named Thunder Cracker. If you tell him that Sal sent you, he can get in the Watchmen. They're basically the players that work as guards in there. They even sometimes even organize training outings. It might not be the most glamorous gig, but I think it'll do wonders for you."
Based on his expression, the other player clearly agreed "I...t-thank you so much. I don't know what I can ever do to repay you"
"Just pay it forward. That's all I ask." Was Sal's reply.
"I-I will, and thank you so much!" With that, the other player took off.
'He should be fine this close to Griston. The only mobs in that direction all have small agro range. After his brush with death, he should steer clear of them' His work done, he pulled off his helmet and took a swig from his flask. 'Now then...I wonder if there are any other wayward souls out here today. Putting his helmet back on, Sal resumed his search for people way in over their head.