Driftl0rd776, more commonly known as 'Jason' sat, staring at the glare from his computer screen as it played loud new wave music and more importantlydisplayed his Full Dive character's stats.
Driftl0rd776
Level 15
Health: ███
Stamina: ███
He loudly crunched cereal as he leaned back on his old and half broken chair. He sighed, at this rate he'd never get all the cool flame embroidered weapons and would be stuck with the stock sniper rifles for all his in-game life. How would people know he was better than them without a decal that didn't really even matter? He scratched his chin, putting his bowl down next to his computer monitor. If he wanted that decal then he'd better start gaming, otherwise he'd have to settle for nought. He picked up the helmet and practically knocked himself out with the force he put it on with.
Driftlord leaped out of the bed, holding his slouch hat securely onto his head as he sprinted out of the barracks and to the mission board. He quickly accepted the mission, and was subsequently transported onto what looked to be a troop transporter containing two other people.
"Sup' nerds and/or noobs" He said confidently, his accent coming through as obviously as a jack hammer.
"Any of you guys got any decals yet? I'm really wanting to get the flame decal for my rifle" He said, motioning to said rifle as he did.