He didn't know how he ended up playing the damn game.
No, scratch that, he knew exactly how that happened. Neena had somehow convinced him despite it clearly not being his scene, bothering him about how it was boring to play alone and that she would blackmail him if needed.
Then she went and left him playing alone anyway to "learn how to play before trying to catch up with her" since she "wasn't his babysitter".
Always nice to know he had such great friends.
He clicked to see his friends list, seeing that Neena— or rather, Domino, the level 79 rogue—was still offline. Nathan sighed.
His character, a level 18 paladin named CableS, was clearly played by a noob if Neena was to be believed. Nathan had no idea how to properly equip himself nor how to use the skills besides the few tips his friend had given him. Why was he even still trying was besides him. Probably the blackmail factor.
A notification warned him that the dungeon was ready.
Shit, he had no idea how to do this.
…
Wade cursed the healer for the tenth time before quitting and deciding to try and level one of his newest character, CaptainDeadpool— inspired by his main character, Deadpool™, and yes he's trademarking that shit, dammit—a samurai who was still fairly weak if compared to most of his chars, also one of the few ones that are part of the blue team. He's usually a hardcore red, but hey, one must do what one must do.
The ones who call him unloyal have no idea how frustrating it is to only have a few customizable choices and races instead of all of them. He needs his artistic freedom, ok? It just didn't fit the aesthetic of the samurai he had in mind and also fuck you, Weasel, you don't understand art.
Anyway.
He was immediately accepted in a dungeon, one of his favorite parts of the game. Wade let out a pitying noise as he watched the tank struggle to do his job, his equip thrown together carelessly and he was probably button-smashing his way on fights. Besides the newbie, there was a healer who clearly spent some money on the game and another dps who judging by their name was either thirteen years old or a creeper. Maybe both.
That was going to be fun.
…
[CableS died.]
[Jizzmahboobz]: Wth man?
[CableS was resurrected by DrStrange.]
[CableS]:I'm sorry, I'm new at this.
[Jizzmahboobz]: no shit
[Jizzmahboobz]: fcking noob
[Jizzmahboobz left the dungeon.]
…
Nathan sighed, asking himself again why the hell did he accept playing this game, before he heard a ping coming from it.
…
[CaptainDeadpool invited you to private messaging.]
[CableS]: ?
[CaptainDeadpool]: hey, sorry about the dickhead
[CaptainDeadpool]: you werent that bad really
[CableS]: Thank you, but I'm well aware that games aren't my specialty.
[CaptainDeadpool]: saying the truth. we all gotta start somewhere
[CaptainDeadpool]: and we did finish the dg
[CaptainDeadpool]: why play then?
[CableS]: That was mostly you and DrStrange.
[CableS]: And for a friend, but she left me to learn by myself.
[CaptainDeadpool]: das cold
[CaptainDeadpool]: lemme guess, she told you to pick tank?
[CableS]: Yes.
[CaptainDeadpool]: well then
[CaptainDeadpool]: want me to show you the ropes, cable-man?
…
Wade smiled at his screen, pitying the dude. If he was being fair, had Bob and Weasel not started together with him he'd do the same as CableS's lady friend. Maybe even make them be a harder class, like healer.
"Pity," Wade whispered into the empty room, "that'd be fun."
Still, the dude seemed like a nice guy and it wouldn't hurt to give him a hand. Show him the ropes, his mind provided and he immediately typed it down and sent it, giggling at the pun. Genius.
He already knew how he wants to spend his next few hours.