[Hunt][Open]Still Better Than SAO

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Music: Blue Sky

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"For frick's sake, I've been here like a month now and still barely killed anything... My EXP is like... Zeeerooo!" Lyssamanya threw his head back as he walked around. Well, he didn't really walk so much as it was more like he was just carrying himself around... He swung his body a bit from side to side, his arms dangling as he had a strange slouching hunch in his walk. Wait, crap! I just said he wasn't walking! I mean, he wasn't, exactly, it was more like... umm... Like he was carrying himself around...? No, I already said that too! Ugh! I hate this job... What was I talking about?

Thump! Lyssamanya bumped into a burly man, very strong by the look of his muscle covered body. Well, except all bodies are technically covered in muscles... After all, it's what's on the inside that counts, right? The man turned towards Lyssamanya with a sneer, speaking angrily. "Look you little-" Whatever he said must have been quite mean, as it was muted in Lyssamanya's ears. His lips seemed to say... Custard? Whatever it was, it clearly ended in -stard. "-you trying to start something?!"

Lyssamanya simply walked around the large fellow, being goaded into a fight. He extremely craned his neck to allow his right eye to see behind him. "Look Lenny, I don't wanna fight you. It would be too easy, and I don't feel like telling you about the rabbits right now, so why don't you just walk away? Go on - shoo boy!" The man's friends laughed at the Enchanters words, and Lyssamanya simply walked away.

He soon found himself in a heavily populated city square. He leaned back as he took a deep inhale, waiting a second, then shouting at the top of his lungs. "HEEEY YOOOUUU GUUUYYYSSS!!!! WHO WANTS TO GO KIIILL SOOOMETHIIING?!?!" His words were to no one in particular, and he managed to draw the attention of every person around.

@kidzay

[Roma]

I answer the door, I clean up the estate, and I take out the trash.
And I also kill self-entitled little twats like yourself.

Roma’s night or day or whatever it was happened to be spent with a nightmare. A nightmare of his last life, a life that was rather disastrous as it were while sleeping. In this dream was the all too familiar haze, a haze of death and destruction floating about in his mind in a purple hue as he moved slowly through this dream but what it to be was found but fire. Fire and blood filled the floor, almost like the blood was oil it burned with crimson hue, blacken ash fluttering into the air and suffocating Roma on a breaking edge of what he could only know as gruesome.

He continued to choke on his breath in this dream, the blood was all from one source, a woman in early thirties crushed beneath a vehicle and all he saw was an arm… Shooting upright from where he slept, sweat glistening down his face as he looked about in a tremble. It wasn’t every day that dream happened but it was definitely a day that it wasn’t what he wanted. To remember that pain, after so many years passed by and who knows how many days in this game. He stood slowly, using the wall to support himself as he rose to his feet and looked around.

He was inside an alleyway, a simple tiny one that no one bothered him while he slept there, it was easy enough to be in there and avoid people than be out in the open or sleep in an inn at times. Nonetheless he moved onwards and grew curious of the growing need for jobs every now and then. A short and soft sigh leaving his lips with a brush of a sleeve to wipe the sweat from his brow and face. Indeed, it was a digital world, but if one could sweat in it, then oddly enough it makes it feel that much more real to him. A gaze about and a step forward led him into this crowded city.

Moving with ease, his feet carrying him onwards while his mind slowly brought up moments a job would have been useful he began thinking about it. Until a huge carrying voice cried out along the square. His eyes immediately going to the direction of the yell and with a tap of his chin he came forwards to the individual among the way. He wondered who yelled it all the while moving forwards. Dressed in military blues, the five foot eleven inch black haired individual lifted a hand while wondering about that voice. Just saying one phrase, “I will.”

@lyssamanya

Word Count: 436/436

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE