He grumbled as he made his way through the streets, after all, no one liked it when crazy guys for quick cash, especially when you had lots of it on you.

When he had woken up in the graveyard, he had not expected that his entire entire set of equipment had been stripped off him.

Due to the extreme realism that the game seemed to be targeting, equipment did not just drop off. It had to be collected from the body of the ‘victim’.

Knowing that crazy guys killed him was all okay, after all, this was a game, but taking his entire set meant two things, that the had no honor and he was just another guy to them.

And that was what he hated, being looked down upon. He knew how hard he worked to get to where he was, the pain, the sco…

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Any way, they had brought the fight to him and he was taking it back to them.

AND THEY WILL REGRET THE DAY AN ARROW FOUND HIS HEAD!

***

Immediately he logged out and removed the helmet, he was shocked by the hunger pangs that were flooding him, he noticed that 25 minutes had passed which meant a time compression ratio of 4:1. He headed to the kitchen, already planning in his head. And as he paseed by his sitting room, he freezed.

The whole place had been ransacked The only chair and table he had were gone, also his Portable Media Device (PMD) and even the torn carpet had been taken.

Praying to himself that his worst fears did happen, he rushed into the kitchen and knew that he prayed for too much, after all, food was the most valuable asset. The whole place was stripped bare, the yam leftovers to the little beans remaining, even the spoilt rice that any one would have thankfully eaten if given was taken.

He slumped on the floor, he knew that whoever did this meant to feed his family, their sick relatives and for scarce cash.

He knew it was not fair and that the world was never fair. The rich got richer and the poor poorer.

And he sat there.

Weak.

DEFEATED.