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A group of adventurers was in the middle of a dungeon. They had spent around two hours getting to the lowest level. They were members of a famous guild called The Reavers. The group contained seven fighters, four paladins, six mages, six healers, and five monks. The group was close to the very end of the dungeon. One of the paladins, the guild's leader, told everyone the plan for dealing with the dungeon's boss. The fighters, paladins, and monks did most of the boss's damage. The mages were applying buffs and debuffs to the boss so the ones attacking could do more damage. And the healers were trying to heal any damage the fighters, paladins, and monks were sustaining. The boss was getting close to dying. The guild leader was screaming that they should keep focusing on trying to kill the boss. Because they were distracted, they didn’t see a figure coming towards the fray.
At first, the figure was in the shadows, so it was hard to see who it was. However, as the figure approached, they could see it was a human male. This person, who they assumed was another player, wore what looked like a jester outfit. The figure smiled while watching them fighting hard.
“Looks like you guys don’t need my help killing this thing. That’s good because it’ll make things easier for me.” The jester suddenly pulled out two long daggers from behind his back. In a flash, the boss was dead. And since he was the one who killed the boss, he would be able to reap the rewards.
“You motherf***er, you stole our kill.” Screamed the leader, whose real-life player was now red in the face. He commanded the remaining members to attack the jester. “Kill this a**hole!!” He rushed at the jester, who seemed unfazed by his insults.
“I was going to be nice and reward you, but since you insulted me, I'm gonna have to spank you.” The jester’s smile seemed sour into a grimace. Moving quickly, he was able to kill most of the guild members. Leaving the guild leader as the last surviving member. “I want you and others to know that you are not safe from people like me. I will make your life a living hell.” The jester moved closer towards the guild leader. Quickly cutting him down as he respawned in the central city.
He and the other members reported what had happened. And apparently, this jester had been appearing all over the world. Killing other players and stealing items from them. Or killing raid bosses by themselves. The admins were unsure how to handle this since the account seemed untraceable. So, they were unable to ban this player from the game. Some rumours started to surface that this person was a rogue employee trying to mess up the game. Or was some sort of troll that had no life and had been playing the game since the beginning. Nevertheless, something had to be done before it got out of control.
The jester, meanwhile, was relaxing in a forested area in Osna. Admiring the small amulet that was the reward for killing that raid boss. Enjoying the fruits of his labour and being so enamoured by the amulet, he didn’t notice something coming towards him. The approaching figure was a small boy who was wearing peasant clothing.
“Oh, you're here. What do you want?” The jester asked, not even looking at the boy. The boy, meanwhile, was pointing eastwards with a blank look at his face. “Ah, you want me to meet your boss? What the hell do they want now?” The jester looked quite annoyed while getting up from sitting underneath a tree. “Well, lead on.” Putting away the amulet while following the boy to wherever his boss was.
