I was reading The Lightning Player by Newb To The Game, and I thought. "What if I made a halberd wielding plague doctor?"
Plague Doctor; The masks were shaped to a birds beak to store certain herbs that were believed to ward away curses (diseases). Which lead to their foreboding presence, s it meant that you might die to curse soon.
Now it just looks creepy 'cause, well, bird mask.
Legend;
Thought*
"Speach"
[Spell/Incantation]
(Text)
Italizing is for emphsis
Chapter 1
3rd person, focused on Victor Yuraki.
Victor Yuraki began his long, dry and pointless job. His hands slowly progressing over the paper he was reading, but with every loud noise at the repair shop, he was sent back a word or two. Eventually Victor reached his limit, he stood up intending to close his door, however, before he took two steps, he paused.
"Sir? I have have a letter for you." The large man seemingly hid his face, it was obvious that the letter was a resignation letter.
"It's OK Boyd. Please have a seat, I want to send you off with a few words before you leave today." Victor replied while retaking his seat. Boyd complied with an almost imperceivable flinch.
"Boyd, I thank you for your time with us. Though how... long did you work here?" Victor inquired carefully, he didnt want to get into a screaming match again.
"Eight years, almost nine." Boyd replied with some pride and rightly so in Victors opponion.
"Well, I will see if I can get you a bonus for you and your family, before you leave in two weeks. Though I do have to ask, do you have another line of work ready?" Victor slowly sunk into his chair after every pause in his questanaire.
"I do, I'll be getting paid way more than this company ever thought to give us. No offense." Boyd quickly corrected, in Boyd's home life, Victor was his one of three work friends he would ever trust. But finances never let you take a break when you just had your third child, and your working a job with long hours and little to show for it. Before they could continue their conversation, a bell rung from inside the shop.
"Well, I-I should get going. It was nice talking with you, sir." Boyd offered his hand, and Victor took it, they shook twice. Once again Victor is going about his day with what seemed like dead eyes, not that anyone saw him after his talk with Boyd.
After farewells with Boyd, Victor was about to clock out, but when he peaked out of his office, the shop floor was littered with tools, mechanical parts and the occasional cleaning material. Victor sighed instinctively, it was bound to be a long and dreary evening.
Once Victor finished cleaning his coworkers' messes, he was drained. All he wanted to do was hop into a dive and clear dungeons, castles, rival guilds, and permanently borrow various players' items. But before he could do anything at home, he had to be there first.
Victor grabbed his items, and as he got to the door, he put on his newly bought gas mask as it was labeled, if it could be called that. It looked like a breathing mask for a sleep apnea machine or a hospital gas inhaler.
When Victor arrived at his domain, he recieved a message.
(Sent By Momonga)
(Yggdrasil will end soon as you all may know. I invite you all to join me in The Great Tomb Of Nazarick once again.)
His message short for his usual longer finacial and status report. Although Momonga's message filled me with dread, it also made me want to play the game all the more. Victor decided right then and there that as soon as he could, he would hop into his dive gear and begin playing Yggdrasil instead of the other games he had bought. Victor began his after-work routine, first, he got into comfortable clothes, secondly he ate supper, which comprised of artifical flavours mixed with nutrients in liquid form. Once Victor finished his supper, he got his dive gear and put it on.
1st person, focused on Victor Yuraki.
I tapped my virtual keyboard, it's phantom-like appearence disappearing whenever I touched the keys.
(Sent By Demoralize And Harrow)
(I am spawning in soon, where'd you wanna meet up?)
(Sent By Momonga)
(I believe you will spawn here, in Nazarick. I still have your gear.)
(Sent By Demoralize And Harrow)
(Awesome, is it still in good condition?)
(Sent by Momonga)
(You know it is.)
I look away from my messages, with my wandering gaze landing on the title screen. The title in question said Yggdrasil, though the weird thing is, I never selected a game. Which in my tired state of being, I wrote it off as being on autopilot for too long.
I pressed my finger into the title to start the game, the title flaring up into flames of bright red and orange. The loading screen was two lines of magical circles painted a pale but transparent white, intersecting on the left side of my vision, with the symbols moving slowly. Eventually my vision beheld The Tomb of Nazarick.