Well. I don't know why my first(Technically) fic is a GGO fic. But why not? This wont be like your average fanfiction either. Im making the people act like actual gamers. I will also be taking creative custody and changing the game to make sense. Srsly wtf is sensibility do?

Feedback is welcome.

(Edited)

The group was worried.

They knew someone was after them. But nothing happened.

No sniper round, no trip mines, no groups of players popping out from cover with machine guns roaring. All was quiet.

"This feels off guys, that douche is paying ten k for us and no one is collecting."

The group of four were walking down an alleyway of one of the destroyed cities, hoping to avoid any snipers.

"I don't know...just...keep watch."

The lack of activity got them all jumpy, they shot at a few pieces of falling ruble by now aswell.

To bad for them.

Something fell into the center of them, they all aimed right at it, then it exploded into light. The sound of deep banging round out as they were disoriented and the four fell to the ground, shredded.

'Heh, only used twenty shells'

Stepping from a shadowed doorway stood an intimidating figure. Seven foot tall, clad in body armor with a trench coat on with a Gas mask helmet on top of it all. Not only that, but ammo pouches were dotted all around. And it's ripped straight from fallout.

Sliding an empty magazine from the AA-12 into his coat, he reloaded and slung the shotgun over his soulder..

"Ok, confirm the targets, kill the survivors, and loot the loot. Then head back." The figure said pulling a massive revolver from his right hip, opposite his left which held a sawed of shotgun.

Walking up he examined the bodies, then looted them.

"Ammo, Ammo, Consumables, Crappy weapons, And a...woo, An exo suit? Heh, you were holding out weren't you friend? Wouldn't want them to come back and find this at your loot recovery now would we? Yoink."

Putting the loot into his inventory, he started walking off. He went five steps, stopped dead in his tracks, wiped an MP7 from the small of his back and dived for cover. Just in time to miss the sniper round.

"Fuck, OK that's...about...what a Dragonov? rather not deal with that, lets see are there any entrances?"

Looking around the ally the man spotted his target.

"Bingo, lets see this guy try to ping the great Fayden when he is in the sewers."

Fayden pulled a grenade from his coat, pulled the pin and dropped it next to him. Smoke quickly came from it covering the area. Fayden simply crawled over and descended into the dark, and began traversing the sewers.

(0-0)

The wasteland. A land destroyed by war and left bare for all to see mankind's sins. Abandoned laboratories, military bases, and cites interrupted the vast landscape. And in the center of it all stood a massive city filled with people, SBC Glocken. Everything ranging from gunsmith's to fighters populated it. All of them playing this game for fun. Well, most. Some play it for profit, others for recognition, and yet more who play to get over deep-seated emotional problems. But the one riding on a legendary tier land cycle towards the city was different. He seeks no money, fame or recollection. He has killed thousands of players and been part of famous events throughout GGO's history. He's gone by many names throughout the years. He normally plays on American servers, living their and all, but something...called him. A gut feeling. He hasn't found what, but he'll follow it.

It did lead him to pulling the trigger that ended the first Bullets of Bullets.

(0-0)

Welcome back. Would you like to put(The Rhino) Back into your garage?

Swiping the notification yes he absent-mindedly walked towards his employers house.

Fayden isn't a solo player, someone who plays by them selves, he is actually leader of a guild. They are in other servers however, as he likes to rough it by himself sometimes. Not that the people here have to know that he has a army ready.

Walking past the gun shop he looks inside absent-mindedly and see's...

"GORSEN?"

Turning around from the snipers stood an average sized guy. Wearing armor very reminiscent of ODST armor from halo with the helmet of looked the face of a shocked guy with purple hair and eyes.

"Who, Fayden?" Gorsen started, before smiling,"What you doing on the Japanese servers?"

"Getting away from you fucks." He replied, opening his arms wide with a grin.

"Thats what I was doing!" Gorsen replied walking over."So where you going?"

"Picking up a check for, services rendered..." Fayden said as he started walking again.

"Lemmy guess, a full mag right?"

"Yep. Hey, meet you at the bar?"

"Hell yeah dude! Seeyah"

Fayden smiled to himself. Maybe this place gets to see the wraiths earlier than intended.

(0-0)

At the bar two armored players sat laughing with each other far louder than the bar usually hears, being filled with those people like that guy siting in the corner and thinking about how edgy he is.

The news, which people were watching, was showing an interview with two players.

As the blue haired guy started saying how Agility is crap now the two started laughing even loader. The one in the trench coat even fell on the floor. This drew a good amount of angry looks and mutters from the people being informed that they're builds are shit.

Then the guy in the corner walked forward. He pulled a gun and aimed it at the screen.

"You are nothing but a fake Zexceed and now you will face judgment by someone with real power!"

Everyone started chuckling after a beat, and the trench coat guy stood up and leaned on the bar.

"OHHHHH SO EDGY, be careful you don't cut yourself."

Then the guy shot the screen. And nothing happened...

Everyone started laughing with each other when Zexceed started talking again.

...And then he started chocking...before unlogging.

"This is real power, real strength. Let your fear carve one name into your brains, the name i share with this weapon, DEATH GUN."

Fayden and Gorsen looked at each other, then swiped over to the American server.

(0-0)

Fayden slammed his fist on the meeting table.

"We know what we saw, this guy killed a player!"

"Someone weaponized edginess, so?" A lazing player said. Hercalin, a SMG user with light armor.

"This is important you idiot!" A female player slapped Hercalin. Purple armor, and a cape with two revolvers on her hips.

"Lazeris is right. Stop being an imbecile." Yolokilla420 told him. The medic of the leaders.

"Listen, we have to get to the bottom of this." Gorsen said.

"AND GET KILLED?" Hercalin yelled.

"Theirs noway he can kill people in-game, It's probably some outside shit. Trust me, the government was anal about the new links after SAO. Also where in American, no way for him to get us here. Dont have the balls to piss of the gov." Killa said sipping on a drink.

"Ok fine, but what do we do?" Herc asked.

"We find him, his info, the dox the ever-living fuck out of him. Simple."

"How..."Laz also asked.

"Simple, i take my case to 4Chan."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What?"

"4Chan. 4CHAN IS YOUR ANSWER TO BRING A MURDERER TO JUSTICE?"

"Yes."

"Have we ever told you we love you?"

"Yes."