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I paused in the lobby, leaning against the wall. Colorful blocks of clay and stone bricks piled up along, blocks seemingly hovering in the air, solid enough for players to jump around on, which almost everyone was doing. Other players simply leaned against the wall, as I was, or chatting about strategy, or just simply being loners. Few people had made it to the top of the little game they were jumping around on, waving their arms and causing shadows to be cast down upon us below.
I fixed my cloak a bit, making sure my green vest was secure and red hood was safely draping over my head, ears limply laying against it, pressing against my head, held down by the scarlet covering.
A deep voice rang out, echoing. "Match preparation," it began, "Ten seconds."
My red eyes slid across the room, locking eyes with another pair of blood red eyes watching, a small nod cast at me, and I returned it. The figure was the same as my species: a human version of an Umbreon, a creature from another game associated with darkness and the moon. He, however, was different. He had a white beard, a blue and white speckled cloak similar to mine. Our goal was matched evenly.
Survive to the end and become the victors.
Several people had done the same in the short amount of time. Eyes matched, fists bumped together, nods exchanged. We all knew this would be a bloodbath, a bloodbath of our imagination. Everything always ended the same. It was temporary, dulled pain, and if we died it was temporary as well, revived soon after the game, but it was always emotional for teammates to loose their partners.
For the whole game they'd be gone. No more friends to exchange items with, no more allies to fight and defend with, no more partners to explore the map and nobody to share your possible victory with.
I shook my head. We usually had a tight bond, but we wandered occasionally, but we always stuck close. I glanced around, already seeing Fox nodding at somebody who had made the top of the tower. They were friends of mine outside the little game, but now, this was real.
I brushed my hood over my eyes a bit, covering my scarlet colored eyes, examining the rest of the players, before we all vanished.
A brightly colored landscape appeared around us, a small chest-filled joy land in the middle of everybody. We all surrounded it, frozen in place on our pedestals. I quickly willed my kit to myself, Thief. Useful if you can use it successfully.
Lilly pads scattered across the water around the stone brick center, a small drop with very small visible vines down the hole. I knew from experience the possible dangers down there as well as loot.
Examining my soon-to-be enemies, I turned my gaze upon the nearest chests, ready to grab as much as I could before the grace period ended, turning this friendly game to a match of murder.
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I paused in the lobby, leaning against the wall. Colorful blocks of clay and stone bricks piled up along, blocks seemingly hovering in the air, solid enough for players to jump around on, which almost everyone was doing. Other players simply leaned against the wall, as I was, or chatting about strategy, or just simply being loners. Few people had made it to the top of the little game they were jumping around on, waving their arms and causing shadows to be cast down upon us below.
I fixed my cloak a bit, making sure my green vest was secure and red hood was safely draping over my head, ears limply laying against it, pressing against my head, held down by the scarlet covering.
A deep voice rang out, echoing. "Match preparation," it began, "Ten seconds."
My red eyes slid across the room, locking eyes with another pair of blood red eyes watching, a small nod cast at me, and I returned it. The figure was the same as my species: a human version of an Umbreon, a creature from another game associated with darkness and the moon. He, however, was different. He had a white beard, a blue and white speckled cloak similar to mine. Our goal was matched evenly.
Survive to the end and become the victors.
Several people had done the same in the short amount of time. Eyes matched, fists bumped together, nods exchanged. We all knew this would be a bloodbath, a bloodbath of our imagination. Everything always ended the same. It was temporary, dulled pain, and if we died it was temporary as well, revived soon after the game, but it was always emotional for teammates to loose their partners.
For the whole game they'd be gone. No more friends to exchange items with, no more allies to fight and defend with, no more partners to explore the map and nobody to share your possible victory with.
I shook my head. We usually had a tight bond, but we wandered occasionally, but we always stuck close. I glanced around, already seeing Fox nodding at somebody who had made the top of the tower. They were friends of mine outside the little game, but now, this was real.
I brushed my hood over my eyes a bit, covering my scarlet colored eyes, examining the rest of the players, before we all vanished.
A brightly colored landscape appeared around us, a small chest-filled joy land in the middle of everybody. We all surrounded it, frozen in place on our pedestals. I quickly willed my kit to myself, Thief. Useful if you can use it successfully.
Lilly pads scattered across the water around the stone brick center, a small drop with very small visible vines down the hole. I knew from experience the possible dangers down there as well as loot.
Examining my soon-to-be enemies, I turned my gaze upon the nearest chests, ready to grab as much as I could before the grace period ended, turning this friendly game to a match of murder.
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