Post by Macuchleiss on May 24, 2017 14:09:22 GMT
| It was some time after that day. He never was in such a situation before. Of course the full dive technology was a new one. Even if virtual reality existed beforehand, this was a whole new experience. This world it felt so much more realistic. Even if high end game had a realistic touch in regard of the graphics used. But this one was still much more. You could feel, breath and taste this world. Really for all those sick of their real life, this could have been a paradise. Unluckily for those someone decided to turn this place into hell. No, maybe someone thought it was still better to life here, then to go back. Apparently many people would think this way. Manuel was sure about this. Even though the first dungeon had been found, there was still many people who rather wanted to hide in the Town of Beginning, then to clear this game and return home. For most it would be out of fear, but some would stay behind, because they didn’t want to leave. Well to tell the truth Manuel's life wasn’t the best. Sure back in real life he had more than enough money. If he wasn’t too wasteful he didn’t need to work, probably. But he also learned that money meant a shit. His parent died because of it technically. Sure it wasn’t directly the reason. Some dumb heads just wanted to take control of the company, but in the end everything was done because someone wanted more money. “To hell with it”, Manuel mourned. Right now he was at a green area within the town. The last weeks he did smaller jobs, to stay in the game. It was a zero gain. He did get money, but renting a room and buying food was equal to his income. So in the end he didn’t win anything out of it. Sure he was a bit lazy. He didn’t went out himself to fight. With the spoils from the mobs he would have killed and the rewards from real quests, he would be able to make much more money, but somehow he didn’t have the will for it. On the other hand he didn’t want to be here, seriously even staying here in town didn’t ensure his safety and survivability of this game. What was he doing? Nothing worth mentioning. So he went to this park. Manuel stand there and for a long time took out his spear. Angrily about himself he holded it at the middle of the shaft. Then he took a side stance, slid one feet a little forwards and holded the spear behind him. For a moment he froze in this position, before he swung the weapon around, let the point fly upwards from behind him. Then he took a step forward and sliced downwards. For anyone outside it must seemed strange. As a spear was well known for thrusting attacks, stabbing at a charging fow. But it could also be used in this manner. And this was the fighting style Manuel was aiming for. With this, he also had the stick beside him to block incoming attacks. After a few swings he stopped and sighted. Now he finally got himself up, out of doing practically nothing and training, even if it was only practicing his combat style. But this was essential, no real fighter should be getting into the ring without practice. He needed to know how to do it. This can only be gained with practice. Of course this was a game and numbers count. So this was overall not worthy. Sometimes things couldn’t be valued by money or such things. As battle in this game are more or less freely and not like some turned based game, you need to know what to do, how to act and react. This was exactly, what he wanted to train. Even if he fought back when all started, it was a long time since he last touched his spear. So getting used to it and the system of this game was also critical in surviving combat. Yes this was exactly where he started. His plan was to take a glimpse at the second floor. Even if he was still level one, with caution he could make some value out of it, maybe he found a higher up player, that was willing to help him. This way levelling up would be easier. On the other hand he would be a nuisance to some player, trying to ready themselves for the second floor. A hard decision. Manuel looked up at the sky. Even if this whole world was designed as a flying castle with several floors on it, there was still some sort of sky at least on the first one. The still slightly darker sky showed, it was still early in the morning. The sun already send his warming ray of light out, but the shadows are still long. It was still chilling, as it was spring and the nights were a bit cold. Nothing that he wasn’t used to. There was one advantage about such an early time. No one was around. He didn’t wanted to catch too much attention at the moment for he did the same thing as most of the people around here, just staying alive, rather than life. This was something he wanted to change as soon as possible. But most pessimistic person would try to rain down their opinion on player who wanted to try.This was another thing what can hold you back. But out of fear many would try to hinder other people, to stop them from getting away trying to rub their fear on other. Humanity was cruel but Manuel wanted to break out of that. He wanted to clear this game or at least help finishing it. |
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