Allen was drowning, pain coursing through his body from the torments he suffered over the past hour, vision dimming, darkness carrying him in its peaceful embrace.
He was a stone cold killer, hired assassin that got his job done with no regards to consequences, the flash of ignition and smell of electrical discharge his best friends, weapon of choice, d-k32, the best railgun of this century, shooting darts that killd before the victim knew he was hit, no puncture, no exit, just tiny charged particles leaving rash like mark dissipating as the body cooled down.
Stupidity got him caught, love made him stay, or was it the other way around, a thousand years didn't clear up his mind enough to get over that stupid affair and now he was dying again.
Drowning seemed to be his preffered way of passage, you would think he could develop an immunity by now, or at least learned to avoid large bodies of water, but again stupidity got him caught and love dragged him down.
Like allways when hr hit 15% hp his HUD lit up, blasting his senses with warnings and other silly game mechanics he never cared for.
Some current pushed him hard, almost like free falling that only stopped by hitting the bottom and sending new waves of agony through his mangled body, a scond later he and the rocks he was lying on were scooped by a giant clawed hand with the water filled by the acrid taste of blood.
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Some rapid motions later and they burst out, both armadas dotting the horizon and the roles now reversed, she lost her arm while he was drifting away which only made the flight even more erratic before crash landing on the shores and smashing him to the ground, seeing his hp at 4% gave him hope he might die before the torments started again.
A shower of golden sparkling liquid quenched his hopes when his hp hit the 50%s and kept rising, "no death for you asshole" the beast growled, "give me the fucking password"
Allen raked his brain, trying to understand what the crazy person was talking about when sudden understanding hit him.
"You know who I am?" Was his first question.
"Allen Pearlson", she breathed, "the hacking asshole who stole my fucking life"
"Are you entitled by heritage or agreement to my avatar?" He pushed with a sliver of hope.
"Nobody wants your fucking avatar asshole", she almost got away before adding, "no such agreement exists"
"Do you know the first rule of gaming" he teased after already winning.
"What the hell are you talking about asshole?", Her growls growing frustrated at his smile, "just give me your fucking password".
"Read The Fucking Manual dipshit", he started laughing, "the first line in your cliant agreement is 'no entity may ask or demand your password at any circumstances', because this is a children's game" another burst of laughing escaped him before her beffuddled eyes, "its the oldest rule in the book", he opened the section in his HUD "any Player or other entity caught trying to solicit your password is punishable by law", he could barely hold it any more, "you just earned yourself a life sentence as an NPC asshole", now his mirth was completely out of control as the creature's eyes dimmed in understanding, "I will be sure to hire you soon darling" before the head slumped down with the Player obviously forced to go offline.