“Man, looks like you’ve had a rough day. C’mon, lemme show you something. Follow me.”
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“Man, looks like you’ve had a rough day. C’mon, lemme show you something. Follow me.”

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I swear if I get attacked by one more butterfly before I have the chance to heal, I'm going to level up just so that I can take all of those suckers out.
"Note to... self.... Stick with healing, and stay away from fighting."
So guess who didn't know that she needed sheers to collect plants? Here's a hint, it's the same person who was ripping up flowers only for them to disintegrate and continued to do this for two hours because she couldn't figure out what she was doing wrong.
Day One Denouement (Solo)
OOC: This takes place sometime after the chaos of day one has died down. Seeing as it's a snapshot, with no real interaction with anybody or intended interaction with another character, and due to length, you can read it under the cut!

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I'll trade a +1 STR ring for some bug spray. Please tell me there's bug spray in this stupid game...
Breathless and silent, Kimiko made her way out of the town square where she had heard the announcement, where her heart had both sunk and felt as though it had stopped beating all together. No longer appearing as the tall and strong assassin she had designed for a good hour before signing on, she pushed her way past the panicking gamers. "Move, move." She hissed, getting physical and shoving a few people out of her way. She was tiny, but her anger radiated like a fire burning under her skin. She paused, catching herself not breathing due to panic, and began to suck in air and push it out of her lungs. None of this was real, right? This was part of the game.
"I need to get out of here. Grind. I need to find a dungeon..." She began to list off her priorities aloud, counting on her fingers for each one as she paced. "Weapons. Need to find weapons - guild. Relics. I have to get home. I need..." She paused, closing her eyes and taking in another breath, which had began to quicken."I need to breathe."
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Jack jumped down from the crates he'd been standing on and started herding some of the more fearful players (ie nameless horde of NPC players) toward the largest of the inns in the area. Whether it was his tone and body language that got them to following, or the fact that he was one of the few that were taking action at that point, he wasn't sure. As he ushered them one by one into the inn, he cast one last glance to the crowd outside, hoping he'd see Jones and Emeline among the faces. He didn't see them though...and there were bigger things that needed to be taken care of first.
"Okay everybody, let's have a seat. While we wait it out, why don't we all introduce ourselves. My name's NightJack..."