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Posted: May 26, 2020, 3:41pm
When morning came Glenn chose to speak to the party while they were eating breakfast. “We are stuck for the long term. We must survive and help others to survive in this world as we know it. I know most of you already assumed this. We will leave this place and travel to a gate city. We need to see if we can find information on the crazy wizard after us. someone must know something no one with that much power could not be unknown to this world. Are we all on the same sheet of music? Do you still wish to fallow me?” He asks the others. “Speak up if you have something to say, say it. I need to hear your ideas”
Miles was quietly eating his breakfast as Glenn spoke up. As he quietly chewed his food many thoughts ran through his mind. Should he follow Glenn who was looking like a roasted marshmallow just the other night or should he split off from the group and enjoy his remaining days alone. It was obvious the game was very different than before. They could do things in the game that were prohibited or not available now. Miles was now stuck at an impasse now. Either choice he made ended in him suffering in a terrible-terrible death. Despite his antics and jester mentality, Miles aka Jack in real life had never come to terms with his situation. The sad reality was his days were numbered whether he died on the hospital bed or at the hands of some ubber evil monster in the game. He just wanted to enjoy his final days before his end but that poor dream was trashed and pissed on the moment he got trapped. In a sick way this situation was twistedly amusing for poor old miles. As he contemplated his response Nate spoke up.
Nate nodded as he finished an apple. "Why are we focusing on some crazy necromancer?" He finally had to ask. "We need to think of a way to get out of here, right? So why don't we do that? There has to be someone in the game who knows what happened, why it happened, and how we can get the hell out. I say we need to look for answers." He shrugged as his eyes went to the tattoo on his arm. "...That being said. I do agree with you... we need to help one another to survive. I'll stick with you and Cyndel and whoever else wants to keep on keepin' on. However, I'd rather we work towards trying to get out of here."
Miles listened to Nate who was the first to speak up. His response sounded very reasonable and there was some logic to it besides self preservation. As he looked at the other he wondered what their response would be. It dawned on him that there must have been a big age difference between the players and that could change the scenario. Since Glenn and Cyndel were working as Admins that meant they were anywhere from mid twenties to early sixties depending on how long they had been working. The other players ages could range from high school to early forties. Miles didn't want to die, but at the same time he knew he was going to regardless. So he needed to figure out what he wanted to do.
He was jealous that the others had somewhere to go after escaping the game, but he also felt bad they were in the Death Game like himself. As he pondered his options he suddenly realized he probably would not last long alone since their levels were dropped a lot and the two Admins had limited control on that topic. This bit of info definitely limited their options since they had no idea how many beef monsters were roaming the area. It was then that Miles spoke up.
Miles: Well class its obvious we all have to figure out what we want to do. We can slum it here at Cyndel's pad for who knows how long till someone frees us. We can follow Glenn on some damn insane crusade against some Cyber Death God that sloughed off our attacks like they were child's play or we can go off on our own.
Miles sipped his water before speaking again.
Miles: No matter how we look at it, our choices suck big time. To make it worse our levels got dropped big time so going off on our own is a major high risk since who knows how beef the monsters are now. Before my levels were dropped I could take on some big nasty monsters solo style but not now. Hell a horde of goblins had me on the ropes not to long ago. If we leave on our own we won't last long. So we are safer in in larger numbers. So it comes down to following Glenn or staying here. As for my vote I will follow the crowd.
Miles then sat down and sighed. It had been a long time since he was serious. As he stared at his plate he wondered how he was going to die. It was then that he pulled up his inventory screen to look for something.