Rinnnnnng. Rinnnnnnnnnng. The alarm clock rang with sudden ferocity. I hopped out of bed, yelling, "Where the fuck are you guys?"
"Over here!" they yelled back with a hand gesture. I came over to where they were, I saw that they were playing against another team for a tournament.
"Good luck, I'm gonna be playing Second Life guys," I told them.
"What about school?" one asked, wondering when I actually went to school.
"Meh, I go on weekends...when I'm off on my gaming schedule," I answered frankly.
They all chuckled, "Anyways, I'm going into my room."
"See you later?" someone asked.
"No," I replied, walking into my room. I grabbed the headset that was near my bedpost, sighing, putting it on.
'Time for another day of mass murder and ass whooping,' I thought.
Going back into the game I noticed there was a few things added by the creators, something called a battleground. The rest of my team came on at a few moments after I came on, first being Dárknèss, then Insomaniacal, then Fréi, and then the unnamed warrior.
"Oh, yeah, about that, I didn't get your name, Mr. Warrior, what is it?" I asked him nonchalantly, giving him an inquisitive eye, then everyone else joined in, making him nervous.
"Um, yeah about that, I was drunk at the time when I made this character, and went ahead with a 'Ah hell why not?' and leveled him," he told us trying to explain.
"We don't care!~" we stated in unison.
"Umm, my name is Dr. Faggot," he said, going pink.
Everyone, stared at him for a few seconds. No sound, no anything, just stares at him. "Phew, I thought you were going to laugh-"
We all cut him short with our laughter, choking on our own hysterical laughter.
"Yeah, real mature guys, real mature," he scolded us.
Fréi yelled, "Yeah from the guy who was drunk and named his ownself Dr. Faggot!"
With that said, Dr. Faggot shutted up, and we told him, "We'll just call you Doctor for shortening purposes."
That being said, we walked all the way over to where the battlegrounds were being held. Another thing just popped into my head, remembering what we were missing!
"GUYS! WE'RE MISSING A RANGED ATTACKER!" I frantically yelled at the top of my lungs.
"OH SHIT!" everyone exclaimed with excitement.
A shadow caught my eyes, and as if with magic, that shadow appeared in front of us. I charged the shadow with, Darkness, in my hand, only to notice I was snared by ice, freezing my ankles to the ground, tripping to the ground. Trying to get up, I also noticed that this mage also snared my arms to the ground, including my weapon. I could only stare as my teammates went in to attack, only to see each of them freeze fighting him.
"Who are you?" I asked in a feared tone.
"You said you needed a ranged attacker? Yeah, I'm one, and I just wanted to show my skill, only being level 71," he told us truthfully.
"Unfreeze us and we'll consider it," I told him, relieved that he wasn't out to kill us.
The rest of the teammates conversed about him being able to join. I was all in it, for that man took down five high leveled players, us, in less than a minute. After the conversation we made a chart of pros and cons.
Pros: He was skilled, is a mage, able to take down high level players, and is very adept in magic.
Cons: He was a trap making frost mage, only wanting to trap his enemies. Yet, he told us he could use some interesting high level casting moves, like Snow Storm, and an Ice bolt.
Our overall decision was to add him into the group, "What's your name?" I asked, about to add him into our ranks.
"Watashi wa Frostiez," he said.
"Oi, stop it you dumb punk ass weeaboo," I nagged on him.
He only responded with a playful smile and teleported behind me, holding my crystal coins. The next five seconds was him respawning in the Revive Point and coming back.
"Anyways, so new things they added were a coliseum and battlegrounds. The coliseum helps us fight random boss mobs to gain some, how shall I say, 'phat lewtz' and the battleground letting us kill the opponent, until their reinforcements run out," Fréi explained.
"So, what shall we do first?" Dárknèss asked frantically, drooling over each choice of new content.
"I really don't know, but I think we should wait until tomorrow to do this, I have a premonition that if we do this today, nothing good's going to come out of this," Insomaniacal explained.
"I agree with her, too," Doctor said, nodding enthusiastically.
With everyone listening to Insomaniacal, we all logged off the game and went to get some quality nap time.
~Side Story~
A man stared into the mirror, looking at his unkempt, blonde hair, and his stubby beard. He grabbed his spectacles, and a rubber band to tie his hair into a ponytail, putting on his glasses, he stared into the mirror smiling.
"You look great, Fréi," he said smiling, and going outside.
"My, my, my! If it isn't Fréi!" a girl yelled from across the street at his bus stop.
Trying to recognize the person who yelled at him, he realized it was one of the members of Deathbringer Socialites, Dárknèss.
"What are you doing?" Fréi asked, ticked off a little.
"Going to High School," she said with a smile.
"Oh, my job is at a high school near here, umm, Yin-Yang Shaolin High School, supposed to be near here," he told her groggy from waking up this morning.
"Oh! I go there!" she exclaimed.
While on the bus they were just talking to each other casually until some man came into his classroom.
"Sir, may you take a seat?" he said.
Fréi, or shall we use his real name, Xi Lincoln, (Half-Chinese and Half-American) took a seat where the man told him.
"Sir, I am Jonathon Hansen, and we have footage that you are trying to hook up with a high school girl, do you know that this is illegal?" he told Xi.
"Did you know that she is one of my teammates in Second Life?" he told Jonathon in a really annoyed tone.
"Oh, umm, okay I'll be getting out of here then," he said, shocked.
Sighing, he went back to teach class, getting ridiculed by being called the "White Pedobear". When Dárknèss came to him, he told her he got in deep shit because of her. She smiled back, trying to hold in her laughter.
"What's so funny student number 1, Li Phan?" he asked, getting even more mad than usual. Arriving back home in peace, he stared himself down again, and grabbed his razor, and shaving cream.
"Time for the usual maintenance," he said shaving his beard. Finishing his shave, he grabbed the aftershave and applied it thoroughly, looking into a bag that was next to his sink. Grabbing it without looking, he started to die his hair. The next morning he yelled furiously because he dyed his naturally silky blonde hair into an acid green color.