I gave those guys a beating until they were black and blue. It felt great. I saw zero damages fly everywhere like unicorns farting rainbows. It took about 5 minutes until they were black, blue, and a variety of colors that their own mothers probable would not even recognize them. This game is a bit brutal I thought. The reason is because they paid so much attention to detail from the looks of it the effect of real life reactions actually reflect onto their virtual selves. Meaning if you get punch on the eye you will have a black and blue eye bruise.
Clapping my hands together I left the alley way. It began to drizzle a bit but since it was a game I didn't really care.
“Sir,” the nerdy guy came running after me. “Thank you for saving me back there.”
I took a good look at him and I approve. I’m not gay or anything just saying. It turns out he was younger than me and shorter than me too. He looks to be three inches shorter and was really scrawny. Even through he wasn't wearing glasses you can basically tell he was nerdy and probable spent most of him time gaming. Nothing against these type of people just saying. There is nothing wrong with that. Oh before I continue I should tell you some of the governmental rules that were placed about 50 years ago. First is that nobody can be online for more than 18 hours a day. There were actually a huge court case on this but eventually everyone agreed that if people were dropping dead left and right it would not be good for the company or virtual reality in general. Therefore the law was adopted. The second law is that the gaming companies must put in place a vital reader in their helmets.This is too monitor the players hunger, health, hydration and nutritious inside the body. This is to help those people keep a healthy diet so they don’t randomly die from a heart attack from playing the game 18 to 24 hours a day. The third law is that all gamers must visit the doctor once every month for a full body checkup. Furthermore every year they must visit a psychologist’s office for a full mental checkup.
This actually decrease gamer death from about 5000 deaths per year to about 1 or 2 per year and sometimes there is none. This is because most of the time people get so absorbed in the game that they forget all about reality and would suffer a heart attack and die.
“No problem,” I replied. I saw him looking up to me so I was quite pleased in saving him since he was shorter than me.
“Thats a really cool name you have,” the short guy whose gamer id was FireDragon123 said. I was looking at the ID and thinking how lame it was but apparently he was a well known mage player in other virtual reality games. I found that out a couple days later. Furthermore it wasn't just any random beating it turns out those guys had some issues with him from another virtual game called Chao.
“Hahaha of course,” I replied not knowing who he was and how newbie I sound in front of him. He was still looking up to me.
“So what are you going to do next?” FireDragon123 asks me.
“I don’t know. I think the guide said to find my class guide and finish the quest they will give so I can truly become this class.”
He turns around still looking in the drizzling sky and said in a very wise tone. “Thats what most newbie players do I guess.” He does a shrug looking up into the sky like a sage. “Since you saved me earlier as an experience pro I will give you some pointers. Instead of wasting time on completing those quest go to the martial art dojo to train your stats. With stronger stats you will naturally gain experiences faster than the rest.”
I saw that even after he finished talking he was still looking at the sky so I decided to follow his gaze. There was currently a light shower of rain and in a flash my face was drenched. Could this FireDragon123 still be washing his face? I thought as I lowered my head to wipe off the water.
“What are you looking at?” FireDragon123 asks me.
“What are yoouuu looking at?” I replied with a question.
“Hey newbie, my nose has been bleeding non stop!”
“Oh,” I replied speechless. Did he just call me a newbie after I saved his ass?
“So what are you going to do,” he said rubbing his nose.
I honestly felt like kicking his ass back to reality but sadly I am a newbie and he seems to know what he was talking about so I just imagine beating him up in my mind.
“I think I am going to do what you just said. Go to that dojo and train my stats,” I replied.
“Good then follow me. I’ll lead you there since I need to do the same and give those noobs some pay back.”
Wow he is a like a tiny little caffeinated squirrel, I thought at the time. It felt weird following someone I just saved.
I arrived in front of an ancient looking dojo. On the outside stood two demon looking beasts guarding the entrance.
Ding!
“Hey ‘dark bun bun’ ;p still only level one?” It was a message from Dong Seng.
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“Yeah what level are you?” I asked.
“Level 2. Most of the players now are level two except the healers lol. You didn't choose a healer class by accident did you? Wenxin might think you’re a pssy.”
“Shut up! Grrr. You just wait and watch once we get to level five and can leave this noobie village I’m gonna beat your ass.”
“Good luck… :3”
FireDragon123 looks at me like I was dropped as a baby.
“Come on lets go.”
I arrived inside the dojo and was taken aback by the field. It was kind of ghetto looking. There were 300 hitting posts. They were made out wood and rope.
“Maggots!” a warrior like demon roars.
“Yes?” I replied weakly.
“Are you here to train!” He shouts spits flying everywhere.
“Yes sir,” FireDragon123 asks.
“Yes sir!” I replied copying him.
“OK!” Then he tosses us both what looks like a very crude club.
I lifted it easily but it seems that FireDragon123 was having a tough time.
“Start hitting those dummies!” He shouts pointing to the poles. Strangely enough two scarecrow like dummies appeared.
I walked over and began to hit the dummy like some sort of robot.
PA! PA! Pa! I was hitting it over and over.
“So if my calculations are correct the first hour will give us 1 strength. The second hour is 2 strength. The third hour is 20 hp points. The fourth hour is 10 mana points. The problem is in order to get it you must hit it for five hours straight without rest at a rhythm without pause.”
“Hahaha should be easy,” I said full of confidence. Little did I know that this wasn’t as easy as it sound.
I went really slow for an hour but nothing appeared after one hour of hitting.
“Haha I finally got the first hour,” I heard FireDragon123 shout happily.
“You gotta hit faster. You were hitting too slow! Open up the quest window and it will show your progress.”
“Oh,” I replied and did as he told and sure enough it was right there. I thought to myself if a mage can do it then I can do it too. So what if I wasted the first hour unproductively. I still got what seems to be like 17 in game hours before I have to wake up. My thoughts were all fantasies of Wenxin now.
After five hours of hitting the post I have only managed to get the plus 1 and plus two in strength. It was a lot harder than it looks. I had to control my strength so my game stamina would not run to low or too high.
I don’t know how FireDragon123 do it with his measly mage stamina but he did it. He managed to get up to four hours before his rhythm broke.
He was actually covered in sweat.
Furthermore I keep getting distracting when people come in and call us idiots when they look at us hitting the dummies with the club.
“These noobs why would they start hitting it now? They should wait until they are level 5 or 10 and come back to do it. They would have higher stamina and it would take least control. Noobs reading the guide and thinking it is the only route hahaha.”
“Wasting time. Hey Bunny and Fire you two noobs want me to help train you?” another player shouts out.
“Ignore them they are the real noobs. All Pro players would be doing this before going out. Look at the leader board and you would only see noobs.”
I let out a breath and went back to hitting the post. My mind began to calculate the lost of stamina, the regeneration speed, and the least amount of speed I need to hit it at before I break the rhythm and have to start all over again.
DING!
Your bladder is full! Please go relieve yourself!
“MOTHA F*CKA!” I roared. I was at the fourth hour and thirty minutes. I couldn’t ignore it and it is bugging me. My stamina is really low too and I was in the zone focusing on it.
“Grrr!” I growled. Trying to focus behind the warning screen in front of me. Should I just wet my bed?