Flashback
A shape flitted through a grassy plain, Floor 1, where it all began. Jackson was slashing his way through boars with ease that only a beta tester had at that time. The swordsman had just learned that there was not log out button and that all this was some sort of sick game. If you looked closely you would see tears streaming down his face.
Fear, anger, sadness, all coursing through him at once; it was almost overwhelming. Even through his mental anguish he continued to slice through his enemies. Soon his fear and sadness turned into determination, he was not going to die here! He had a whole life to live after this one and he sure as hell wasn't going to lose to a damned game.
Floor 5
Jackson listened closely as Commander Wolfe spoke, remembering their earlier conversation. Normally a solo player like Jack wouldn't have accepted what Wolfe asked of him, but helping the helpless was a soft spot for him. So as he watched as three people volunteered. A teen girl, a guy, and a man. Jack recognized the teen who seemed around his age as Mez, the leader of The Crimson Lords. He would be lying if he said he wasn't impressed, Mez had reached the same level as him. Jack thought he was the only one who was level 18 until he heard about them.
Jack raised his hand and grinned, "I'll be joining them," he said, Commander Wolfe nodded. "Anyone else? We need one more volunteer," the man asked as he looked over the crowd.
Jackson sighed, hopefully he could at least get some XP during this little mission. He wasn't going to be able to get out of this place at level 18, that was for sure.
