Post by Dieter on May 9, 2016 21:49:24 GMT
" There is only alone thing that makes a dream impossible; a fear of failure""
| Dieter’s emerald-hued eyes remained fixated on the heavens, taking in the simplistic beauty of its’ endless cerulean expanses; simultaneously appreciating finer details such as an occasional cirrus cloud drifting by. Dieter’s nostrils dipped inwards as he inhaled deeply, savoring the revitalization sensation of cool air as it filled his lungs; none of it was truly real though. Sword Art Online, an entire world comprised of bytes and pixels, created from a series of zeroes and ones. Ironically, the degree of realism made it neigh impossible to disseminate between Aincraid and the real world. On a darker note, Aincraid and the real world had one irrefutable truth, if you died it truly was GAME OVER . Dieter silently cursed the person pioneered the idiom, “Be careful what you wish for!”, Dieter had wished for a way to escape from his own daunting reality; albeit he only wanted something temporary. Dieter had been abruptly pulled from his lackadaisical daydream by a disturbance in the continuous melodic undulation of the grass. Dieter’s ivory fingers curled around the shaft of his polearm instinctively, preparing for a potential catastrophic battle. Meanwhile, Dieter leaned forward, bracing his right palm against as he entered sprinter’s stance; prepared to lunge forward and impale whatever stood in his way. Dieter’s eyes lost their gentle warmth, seamlessly transitioning into something that bore semblance to a caged wild animal; brimming with a mixture of unspoken fear and a fierce desire to survive. A series of heavy-foot steps carried the unknown being closer its’ prey. However, given the fact that most players only had access to their initial armor and cheap weapons, it couldn’t of possible been another player. Dieter’s head hesitantly craned to the right, half-expecting to be peering into another Boar’s soulless eyes. Much to his surprise, Dieter gaze settled upon a slender woman who brandished what could only be described as a claymore; the blade was easily thicker than Dieter’s arm. Dieter’s body visibly relaxed as he came to the conclusion this woman wasn’t a threat, a careless assumption made on his part; unaware of the ever looming threat of PK’ers. His face twisted in blatant confusion as Akagi spoke, the depth of his tone not quite matching up with his deceptive, slender build. A blink or two later, Dieter finally processed what Akagi had said, offering a gentle smile as he extended his hand activating his user interface. He quickly glanced over the plethora of options, stumbling around to find the Party interface. He tapped the invite button, sending one to Akagi. “Thank you… it’s harder than it looks…” Dieter’s voice was soft, borderline inaudible when he spoke; one couldn’t expect a wallflower to blossom abruptly. His voice trailed off into nothingness as he heard another body approaching. Dieter’s head craned to the side, fiery red locks spilling over the right half off his face as he stared at the newcomer, Angelo. Sadly, Angelo had underestimated Dieter’s degree of social ineptitude, his off-hand attempt at a joke caused Dieter to flush. Wordlessly, Dieter nodded his head in response to Angelo’s exclamation that he looked like a character from an old anime that involved a spirit detective |