'Welcome to Second Life! A game that's realism is 99.9%. Now which race would you like to become?' this weird sketchy person asked me.
"What are the classes?" I asked, with an appearance of all the classes. Looking more and more tougher with a glance of each race from left to right, "I'll see myself as an angel, and an elf."
The appearance of the angel was stunning, graceful, and above all, hellish, yet the contradiction to the elf was the unannounced beauty, the way his eyes shone. I knew my choice all along, "Angel please," becoming an angel meaning I'd become the one thing no one would expect, a dark angel. I will follow in the legend Prince's foot steps.
'And the hair color?' it asked.
"Black, eye color, red, and wing color, black," I told it before it could ask any questions.
'These are your last options, there is no turning back,' it told me.
"I know, now make these my features!" I commanded getting pissed off.
'Ugh, where am I?' I stared at my hands. Walking up to a player, I asked him the following question. He told me, "Beat it n00b, you fucking first timer." I punched him right in the face, dealing only 6 damage. I sighed, looking through my bag, finding a small dagger. A sinful smile spread across my face. He charged back at me with his sword; I dodged to the side, cutting one part of his mouth, slicing up until it touched his ear, 120 damage.
"What the fuck? How are you able to do that much damage?" he asked scornfully. I gave another sinister smile, grabbing his throat with my open hand, giving him the other cut on his other half, giving him a glasgow smile. 120 damage again. This time he's on the ground panting and screaming. I started kicking him in the stomach, 120 damage, 120 damage, 120 damage, before he disappeared, going back to the rebirth point. I gave another sinister smile, the people shrieked, scared at me.
'I'm going to follow in Prince's footsteps. I will indefinetly follow in his footsteps.' I thought. Other than the people shireking there was a woman smiling. I stared back at her.
"What level are you now? You just killed a level 65 character. You should atleast be level 10 by now," she told me. With that I checked my stats. Level 10. Another sinister smile came on my face.
"Where can I become a thief?" I asked her, she told me to follow her, and I did.
She took me to this abandoned looking hall, and told me to walk in, what I didn't expect was there to be life in there. There were many thieves in there just hanging around. This was the first time they saw an angel become a thief.
"What do I have to do?" I asked the person who could promote me.
"Pickpocket any of the thieves here," he told me plainly.
"You mean these?" I handed him everything that was in everyone's pocket, including the person who escorted me.
He stared at me in awe, smiling, "You might just be the best thief I will ever make," and with that I was promoted to a thief and given a bag.
Opening the contents of the bag, I stared, two special ninja stars called, Kurohime and Shirohime, and a blade called Darkness. Telling my escort about the items I got she stared at me in awe, "You have the three most legendary weapons ever. The strongest for a thief, Kurohime and Shirohime never deplete no matter how many you throw, and they deal godly damage. Darkness is a blade forged completely out of shadow power, thus making it the best weapon for you. It also deals insane damage, depending on your level, and these items scale with your level."
I laughed, inspecting this thief one more time looking closely at her eyes, whispering "You're the person I made my class with right?"
She stared at me grabbing my neck, "Don't tell anyone I'm a gm or I will break you, in so many ways, that you'll be level one again! Anyways, since you know this, we have to make a party together, finding a priest, a ranged attacker, and someone who can keep aggro. I'm a thief, and you are too."
Finding a priest was easy, he was a dark, yet strangely holy, priest. I found a mage sitting on the ground at a bar, drunk out of his mind. When he came to his senses he had a major hangover. I patted him up, and told him to join our group.
"What are we missing now, a warrior and what?" I asked.
"I'm guessing another ranged attacker, oh and since we haven't gotten your name, what is it? Mine is Insomaniacal. The priests name is Dárknèss, and the mage's name is Fréi," she said giving me this information.
"I am Death Angel, yes this character is a girl, and yes I am a girl, unlike Prince, whose footsteps I'm following," I told them all plainly.
Fréi instantly popped in, "You're beautiful, will you marry me."
"I'm sorry! I don't know why, but when he asked me that I got really pissed, and punched his face in. I didn't know he'd lose a level, and I didn't know that I accidentaly stabbed his face with my weapon," I frantically explained.
"Don't worry! A level is nothing, I'm level 83 now though, but don't worry!" he smiled.
Now looking over at their levels, I noticed I'm the lowest, by a huge margin. Starting at highest level is Fréi being level 83, then Dárknèss being level 79, then Insomaniacal, at level 78.
"Everyone, meet me back here in a day, go grind some noob monsters or whatever, just come back here tomorrow, I promise you I'll be a higher level by tomorrow," I begged.
"Suits me, just gonna go regain my level," Fréi said.
"I'm going to level up once or twice today," Insomaniacal told me.
"I'm going to do what Insomaniacal is doing," Dárknèss said.
"Alright meet you back here in a day!" I told everyone.
One whole day later, everyone met up at the exact same spot, staring at me. "What did I do this time?" I asked.
"You fucking powerleveled yourself to 89 in a day. That's impossible without hacks!" Insomaniacal yelled at me.
"Yeah!" everyone else shouted in chorus.
"I don't hack, but I'm a professional game player in real life; you've probably heard of me, I'm Tao Ran," I told them, they stared at me with mouthes open, "what?"
"The best gamer in the world! He completed games that require 3 days in five hours! He who has won moutains of money from playing FPS*
tournaments and winning at top beign part of the famed team DxAxRxK. We are graced to be in your company," they said, combining their intelligence about me.
"Can you etch your signature into our armor, or brand us
with it?" they asked, begging.
I stared at them, nodding slowly "no", saying, "Anyways, let's just find a warrior and another class."
Before we left, they told me to wait here while they go "repair". When they came back they wasted more than half of the combined amount of Crystal Coins and gold, saying "Here is some armor for you, the best for a true champion!"
The armor they handed to me was the lightest leather armor for a thief, yet the toughest too. They handed me tabi that made no sound wherever I stepped, and lastly they gave me a hood that looked like a ninja mask. Then again, handing me a ring, and some type of thing to wear on my head other than my hood. The Ring of Bloodied Souls, giving +25 agility and +15 stamina, and the Blood Elf Prince's Tiara, giving me +10 to every stat.
"How'd you get the tiara?" I asked stunned.
"Since Prince is no longer here, and neither is his group, it went on auction for nearly 800,000 crystal coins. Putting on the ring and tiara a special thing achievement unlocked: Ninja, you are hereby the proud owner of the hidden set armor: Ninja giving you +100 for agility, +100 for Stamina, and +100 attack power to your character.
They all stared at me again, whispering to each other, "This fool is insanely lucky."
"Thank you," I told them.
A day passed, and we still can't find a warrior. Yet, we found a necromancer. The horror! I saw a warrior sitting on the road getting picked on. I wanted to intervene but he put up a hand that said wait. I did what the hand said. In a little more than five seconds everyone dropped, going back to the rebirth point.
I gave him a stare. The speed of his attacks were crazy, and he was really strong, checking his stats he was level 98 with 1892 strength and 34,000 hp.
"WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN OUR GROUP!" I asked, amazed at his skill.
"Sure, I'm really hated by everyone though. Just like one of the legends of Odd Squad Lolidragon," he told me.
"Screw it! You can join!" and so with that, we finally made our 6 man team and went to the embassy to make our group legit. We all started yelling random names like, "Coup d'e'tat" or "Death" or something like that.
"Guys, I thought of one, Deathbringer Socialites," the name made everyone laugh, but they thought it was a good one, so we registered it. Thus starting another legend of chaotic blood known as Deathbringer Socialites.
For the next chapter, I'm adding my world of warcraft knowledge with this series...just the battlegrounds part!~
*FPS means First Person Shooter for all those who don't know the life of gamers.