Apr 15, 2019 21:56:46 GMT
Post by TheGreatCon on Apr 15, 2019 21:56:46 GMT
“I’m going after it.” He said, his skull mask flickering heroically in the disturbed lamplight. At least, I assumed it was a mask.
“Have fun. Once you spawn, what name shall I look for you under?” You see, the Game was a one-life system. If you smashed, you were dead. Your account was disconnected, and you had to start over from the beginning. It prevented a lot of pointless violence, and also meant that people, like me, were deathly afraid of losing their spots. My business would die. My inventory would be gone. My ratings. My customers. I’d likely be spawned months away from my shop, and by the time I got over here it’d be looted, and I’d have no way to even prove I was Nexo.
“I want you to come with me.”
“Brick, no.” I said, with what I hoped translated as definitiveness, not fear.
“We’ve been friends for a long time, Nexo…”
“No, we haven’t.” I said. “We’re not friends.”
He gave me a dead-eyed look. “Thanks pal. Real brave. Disowning me once I grow a backbone.”
“You were better off without one.” I said. “And we were never friends. I don’t have friends.”
“You gotta help me!” He pleaded. “I can’t pull this off by myself.”
“Have you asked your precious new guy?”
“No, but I will.” He stuck out his lower lip. He paused, a sly glint coming into his eyes. “I’d give you the ore. All of it.”
I tried to not be enticed, but it was hard to resist. I’d never worked with lore ore before. It was rumored to be the best forging material in the game, and it automatically added a certain tier to the weapon forged. All the most powerful weapons in the game were made from it. “It won’t do me any good if I’m dead.” I said slowly.
“Take a chance for once, Nexo!” He exclaimed. “You’ve been working this shop for way too long. You’ve forgotten, this is a game! This isn’t real life, you can come back! You can start over! But this, this is a once in a spawntime opportunity.”
“I’ll think about it.” I said. “Now get out.”
He got out.
“Have fun. Once you spawn, what name shall I look for you under?” You see, the Game was a one-life system. If you smashed, you were dead. Your account was disconnected, and you had to start over from the beginning. It prevented a lot of pointless violence, and also meant that people, like me, were deathly afraid of losing their spots. My business would die. My inventory would be gone. My ratings. My customers. I’d likely be spawned months away from my shop, and by the time I got over here it’d be looted, and I’d have no way to even prove I was Nexo.
“I want you to come with me.”
“Brick, no.” I said, with what I hoped translated as definitiveness, not fear.
“We’ve been friends for a long time, Nexo…”
“No, we haven’t.” I said. “We’re not friends.”
He gave me a dead-eyed look. “Thanks pal. Real brave. Disowning me once I grow a backbone.”
“You were better off without one.” I said. “And we were never friends. I don’t have friends.”
“You gotta help me!” He pleaded. “I can’t pull this off by myself.”
“Have you asked your precious new guy?”
“No, but I will.” He stuck out his lower lip. He paused, a sly glint coming into his eyes. “I’d give you the ore. All of it.”
I tried to not be enticed, but it was hard to resist. I’d never worked with lore ore before. It was rumored to be the best forging material in the game, and it automatically added a certain tier to the weapon forged. All the most powerful weapons in the game were made from it. “It won’t do me any good if I’m dead.” I said slowly.
“Take a chance for once, Nexo!” He exclaimed. “You’ve been working this shop for way too long. You’ve forgotten, this is a game! This isn’t real life, you can come back! You can start over! But this, this is a once in a spawntime opportunity.”
“I’ll think about it.” I said. “Now get out.”
He got out.
Lol, I started a few years ago. 
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