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[BlitzDungeoneer]

Seeing the boars come at him, he stopped and froze in fear. He looked out, and he saw that twelve of them came at him. He was going to need help for this quest. He looked at the chat for a quick second to see if there was anyone broadcasting a message about the boars.

No one was broadcasting about the boars. Shit. He started to quickly walk away when he saw a message pop up about joining a guild. Locating one of the people sending the message, he noticed that he was out of the Peaceful Meadows. Hopefully that was out of range from the boars.

He looked at the other person. He smiled at him, then he realized that he couldn't see his face beneath his helmet. "I hear that you have a guild?" He asked the player.

Umm...
This isn't open RP. While I appreciate the level if detail in your posts, and quite frankly would like if the rest of the players had it, I'm the one who decides what happens. For all you know, I might have decided that the boars were going to charge you.

[StupidElves]

Sorry.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Sorry.

Don't be. Just remember; I am GM in this world. What would the point of a GM be if this was an open RP?

[WillowLuman]

((To provide overall plot and setting?))

Joe blinked, climbing shakily to his feet. So... this was VR. He guessed by the various icons sitting in his vision like high-definition eyeball floaters. It kind of broke the whole "reality" part, but the pain in his head and stomach was quite real enough. He blinked again, and rubbed his face, but he just couldn't seem to dislodge the perception of a face floating in the clouds above the alley.

"Joe..." whispered a voice from above.

"Wait... Uncle Jeb?" He rubbed his eyes again. Sure enough, the face of his deceased uncle was starting down at him from the sky. He wasn't sure if this was part of some mind-games mechanic, or just residual effects of whatever he'd done last night.

"Yes, Joe. It's me. I visited you last night, but you probably don't remember. That was some nasty stuff you took, son."

"Right... um...." Joe winced. It was a bit hard to form sentences with his head pounding incessantly. "Why you here, uncle? Why am I here?"

"Listen carefully, Joe. I brought you here to put you on the true path, the path you've been looking for your whole life but never found on your own."

"Is this some Sunday-school thing?"

"I'm talking about the path of METAL, son. You must go on a journey to discover your true self and open your true potential. And in doing so save the world from total destruction. Go forth, and find the one who will help you on your journey." The cloud began to dissolve.

"Wait! Don't go, Jeb! I'm confused here, man!"

The voice began to echo as it faded out. "You can do it. It's your destiny, Joe..."

"Uncle!" The face dissolved completely. "Fuck..." Well, this was all pretty weird, but he'd tripped weirder. Better just go with it, man. As he was wondering where to start looking for this helpful person, he heard a message. "New? Need help? Stop on by!"

Well, if that wasn't an obvious clue, he didn't know what was. And so Joe Farsey set off to find the source of the message.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

((And, in a game with stats and a system, to control NPCs, roll to see what happens, and generally make decisions.))

[WillowLuman]

((Apparently finding her isn't really roll worthy))

Joe wove his way through the town, following the directions given by the message. It wasn't that big of a town, compared to what he was used to, but it was crowded enough. The people all looked real, but he guessed they weren't really other players, since they were dressed very plainly. The more interesting-looking folks all seemed to be making their way out of the town, except for a few hanging around in the central square, where the message said to look.

Though still somewhat bleary, not helped by all the noise, he managed to spot her. A woman of average height, decked out in some kind of all-covering armored bodysuit. Joe supposed it looked somewhat metal, so he figured she was the one he was looking for. "Um... 'sup."

[PewdsRocks]

Cresenda looks over her shoulder briefly before smiling inside her helmet and continuing to work through a graceful dance with her blades forming a wall around her.

"Hey Bambi."

[WillowLuman]

"Yeah... I was told you could help me out here?"

[PewdsRocks]

"Depends what you want help with."

[WillowLuman]

"For a start, which game is this?"

[PewdsRocks]

"Heavell Online."

[WillowLuman]

He racked his memory. Hadn't he seen a billboard for it the other day? Yes, now he remembered. Wasn't it launching today?

"Right... so... any idea what I'm supposed to do?"

[PewdsRocks]

"Nothing your not supposed to do anything your meant to decide what you want to do and do it."

[WillowLuman]

"So... you know anything about the righteous path of metal?"

[PewdsRocks]

"You mean music?"