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Bar Fight
Michael sat at the bar, yawning and watching the screen. A player named XeXeeD was talking about how great it was to be an STR-AGI player and several players around the bar were complaining that he had been their reason for going full AGI. Just as XeXeeD finished a rant about the balance of MMOs always changing, a player in a black cloak with dark armor underneath strode out of the corner he had been occupying. He drew a pistol as he walked and aimed it at the screen, which was displaying a close-up of XeXeeD's face.
"You're nothing but a fake XeXeeD," the player shouted. "And now, you'll face judgement from someone with real power."
Michael narrowed his eyes at the player. Who was this guy? Real power? Judgement? Several people around the room began to laugh. Michael watched as the player moved his free hand in a cross in front of himself then fired, placing a bullet between the image of XeXeeD's eye's. People fell silent again.
"All I'm saying is," XeXeeD continued. "What's really important is the player's ability to-"
And then he began to choke. Everyone who had been about to start laughing again turned back to the screen, staring in shock and confusion, Michael doing the same. On screen, XeXeeD clutched his chest, trying to breath, before collapsing and being disconnected.
"Impossible," Michael breathed turning back to the player as he began to point the gun around.
"This is real power, real strength," the player declared, turning toward Michael, allowing him to see the skull mask and glowing red eyes as he pointed the pistol at the ceiling. "Let your fear carve one name into your brains. The name I share with this weapon. Death Gun!"
Then, he leaned back as Michael passed in front of him, slashing as he passed but missing. Death Gun brought the pistol down, smashing it into the back of Michael's hand, forcing him to drop the knife. Then, the bottom of his foot slammed into the side of Michael's head, blasting him into column in the center of the room that the terminals were mounted to. Michael slid to the ground, looking up at the player as he aimed at him.
"Michael," Death Gun sneered. "So good to see you again."
"How do you..." he trailed off, summoning a new knife and lunging at the player.
He spun past a kick and slashed at the player. The player blocked it with the pistol and shoved the knife aside then slammed his knee into Michael's stomach. The impact lifted Michael into the air and then Death Gun jumped and spun, kicking Michael in the face, launching him backward. Michael flipped backward twice then crashed into the column hard enough to crack it. The lights began to flicker and Michael looked up as Death Gun began to laugh. The lights went out, Death Gun's eyes being the only thing visible. Then, they faded as well. A moment later, the lights came on, revealing Death Gun had disappeared. Michael sprinted out of the bar, drawing his rifle and aimed down the street. Nothing. He spun the other way. Also empty. He looked up. Nothing. Death Gun was gone.
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