Standing my ground I took another crushing blow from the Hydraxion King without taking any damage. I returned the favor with a Retribution Strike causing several hundred thousand points of damage but not even moving its health bar. 

“Just die already Blake, the rest of the raid is wiped. What do you think you will accomplish just standing there taking a beating and doing no damage to the boss?” The rest of the raid was getting irritated with me showing off and this was just the latest complaint after ten minutes of soloing the raid boss with little effect. 

“Fine, I will just walk out and reset the encounter since he obviously can’t kill me. If you guys didn’t suck so much we wouldn’t be wasting time right now anyway. Is there a reason why I am always the only one who can survive the boss fights during a wipe?” I said in exasperation after what was our tenth and final wipe of the night. 

I used a disengage ability and left the boss's area of attack and made my way to the entrance to reset the encounter and allow the rest of the raid to respawn. This was the third and final raid night of the week and our guild was unable to kill this boss after hours of attempting it each night. We were the top guild on our server and ranked in the top 100 in the world but sometimes I felt like I was working with a bunch of scrubs with no talent. When I reached the entrance all of my guildmates were waiting there refreshing their buffs and refilling their health and mana bars. 

“What are you guys doing? That was the last attempt for the night. You know the rules, 10 tries and we come back after we have rested and had a chance to recharge.” I said. 

“We decided we would try a few more times since it is still early in the night and we have plenty of raid time left.” Oxenbuff our guild leader said. “Besides you haven’t even died tonight so what do you care if we give it a few more tries? It's not like you are going to have a big repair bill on your gear.” 

“I care because I am done carrying you losers tonight. Do you know how irritating it is for me to have to be the only one who seems to be doing their job? What happened this time that half the DPS died within the first minute of the fight? Stand in the fire again? You have watched the videos a dozen times and you have read the tutorials from the top guild. How are you not getting it?” I asked them with contempt. What they didn’t know is that I wrote the tutorials after completing this fight on my Priest on my other server with the number 3 guild in the world. We completed it without any help on our third attempt and only wiped the first 2 times because of unexpected mechanics that we learned on the following 2 tries. 

“Blake your attitude is uncalled for and you have been warned before about being abusive towards your fellow guildies. If you continue to abuse them I will have to take serious action this time. Now let's get in there and do this again and try to work as a team.” Oxenbuff said through gritted teeth. 

“Nah, I am out for the night. You bitches are terribad and I am not going to sit here and deal with wipe after wipe when I could be doing something more productive like getting some food before Delivereats stops delivering food tonight.” I said dismissively and began to channel my Return to Home spell. 

“That's it! Officers present vote. All in favor of Gkicking Unblakeable say aye!.” Oxenbuff shouted followed by a chorus of “Aye” from every officer present. “Unblakeable you are now officially no longer part of Rainbow Raiders Inc. You were warned multiple times and ignored it every time. Goodbye.” Immediately there was a message in front of my eyes that read “You have been removed from ” 

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“Ha, whatever, fuck you guys I’m out.”  just as I finished saying that my spell finished and I was transported to Troglidar City and immediately logged out. My visor was dark as I slid it off my head and rubbed my eyes. With a bit of effort, I rolled out of my FIVR Pod and removed all my attachments. Walking to my refrigerator I opened the door and grabbed a can of my favorite energy drink and started chugging it down as I stretched before going back and reentering the Pod and loading up my other accounts to do the quick daily missions before I ordered food. 

Roughly an hour later I was once again removing myself from the Pod and looking at my wrist phone to see the time. “Fuck” I didn’t realize what time it was and missed my chance to order delivery from somewhere decent. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time I had let the time get away from me, and had to get shitty gas station takeout instead of decent food. Stumbling my way into the bathroom I glanced into the mirror to see my 6’5” tall fat balding bearded body staring back at me. I used to be quite the athlete 20 years ago in my college and military days but now I was just your average 45-year-old divorced dad with a beer gut and bald spot. Putting those depressing thoughts out of my head I began rifling through the clothes basket looking for something to put on to walk to the store. Grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants I slipped them on and then went to the door and slid my feet into my already loosely tied boots. 

Stepping out the door into the windy cold night air I started walking down my steps and towards the sidewalk. When I got to the end of my walkway I turned right and began the 20-minute walk to the local 24-hour gas station to get some greasy pizza and a 2 liter of soda. I made the trip without any problems and was starting to get a little chilly when I stepped inside the warm gas station and said “Hi” to the attendant behind the counter. 

“What kind of pizza is fresh hot and ready?” I asked looking at the pizza turner with what looked like week-old pepperoni pizza spinning in it. 

“Not gonna lie, That pepperoni is all I got and it's been in there for about 3 hours so it's probably extra terrible.” The cute young girl with blue hair behind the counter said. 

“Well if that's all you have I don't really care. Go ahead and box it up I guess I am hungry and nothing else is open right now. I am gonna go grab a bottle of soda and then be back to check out.” I said with no enthusiasm. Walking back to the cooler section I grabbed a bottle of my favorite extra-caffeinated green beverage and went back to the register to check out. 

“You can just have the pizza. I was about to throw it out anyway. $6.24 for the soda.” she said. 

“I remember when it was only $2 a bottle when I was younger!” I swiped my wrist phone on the reader and told her to have a nice night before walking back out in the cold. 

Deciding not to wait until I got home I pulled out a slice of the lukewarm pizza and started eating it. The texture was like cardboard with a solid cheese crust on top with a slight pepperoni taste. It was barely edible but at this point, I wasn’t picky and would just eat the rest drenched in ranch dressing when I got home. Quickening my pace I was almost home when I heard a grunt of pain followed by a muffled cry for help. I glanced down the alley to my left and saw a woman and man standing there tightly pressed together in an apparent struggle. 

Dropping my food and soda I ran towards them and shouted “Stop!” The woman's head turned my way while the man kept staring at her unblinking. When I arrived I stepped between the two pushing the man back and said “What are you doing to her? Step back now!” That's when I noticed my hands were slick with blood from where I shoved the man away. Looking closer at him there was a small knife-shaped hold where his heart was. He collapsed as I realized my mistake too late and felt a piercing pain in my spine before everything went black.