Christopher White
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"FUCKKKKKK! Bugger, wank, shit! Bloody fucking HELLLLLL!!" The stream of profanity resounded from the walls of the apartment in the eastern suburbs of New York City. The unbroken litany of blasphemous utterances had started minutes ago. The man paced the floors of his apartment like a raging lion, glaring at the innocent game-capsule from which he had emerged in his present towering state of rage. Adding more fuel to his anger, he could not return to the game for the next 24 hours of real-time.…
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A short time ago, in one of the countless meta-virtualities that were the underpinnings of a world simulation called Conquest... A figure in a gray tie and black swallowtail coat closely monitored an event that had necessitated far too much personal attention and influence to orchestrate. The figure nodded when a certain vexing player’s HP reached zero, as if predicted and according to plan. Now the System could be nudged back to a stable, less chaotic state. In celebration, the figure…
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Warlord howled a victory cry as the draugr disappeared under the attack. Finally, the most hunted player in the entire game of Conquest, the key to the next expansion, to wild adventure and glory, had been slain. How many players had tried to find and kill the slippery sack of bones, only to fail and die ignominiously, victims of his trickery? But Warlord wasn’t one of the ’many,’ he was a professional, a champion player, and the Guildmaster of the most powerful guild in the game. Warlord…
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Chapter 79 "So, ’Pinky’ is the man pulling the strings," Dave muttered to himself. this guy is a pro, a good strategist and leading figure, but I can’t think of a way to eliminate him, at least not for now... Dave looked at a timer in his display, 22 minutes before the legion was due to arrive at the bridge. " Delvina is holding the guildies here, they aren’t going to reach the Flag in time. I’ll just go back to the temple, there’s nothing I need to do here." One of your Death…
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"Wan Yi just bought it. He’s off to respawn" Valentine shouted. "Stupid effing shite!" cursed Warlord. A Guildmaster and holder of an S-class Legacy dying at any time was no small thing, let alone during a multi-guild raid. That it was ’permanent’ and happened for no good reason made it all the worse. Even in large, well planned and organized raids players were sent to respawn in great numbers, often multiple times. But Guildmasters had a responsibility to preserve their own lives for the…
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Dave ordered his new Death Knight minions to proceed at their best speed and secure the bridge. They followed, marching through the cave accompanied by Dave’s original ten Undead, each of whom had ten Undead minions of their own after being promoted. "I don’t think this is a good idea, Dave," Lone said carefully. "I told you, I’m not going to put myself at risk. I have a quest where I must not Log out or escape from a fight, this might be considered escaping if I wait here," jubilantly said…
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The amphitheater loomed over Dave, on all four sides of the fighting arena tiers of stone benches and VIP boxes lighted with torches stair-stepped up and away from him. The seats were filled with thousands of hoarse-voiced Undead roaring and screaming as they waved their arms and weapons in the air. Behind the ’nosebleed’ sections an ornate wall enclosed the open-air structure. An iconic bone tower visible above the top of the high wall confirmed the location of the arena. Dave had been transported…
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Dave scrolled through the items in the undead shopkeeper’s inventory. He skimmed through the items, examined, dismissed and compared many. Finally, he chose his selections and made his purchases. Category:Heavy Armor Gauntlets of the order of the Black Knights Description A piece of an armor set forged for an order of knights that was corrupted and cast down long ago. Sworn to fight against the vile and abhorrent undead the order brought their own doom upon themselves in the form of the…
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Warlord hefted his battle-ax over his shoulder and looked around to assess the condition of his party of Devastators. He’d just finished hacking and cutting an overly ambitious demonic snake into giant bloody chunks. The demon creature had lunged out of the water and attacked them in a frenzy on the shore where they’d been waiting for more Devastator parties to gather. Several shabby-looking wooden boats were beached above the noxious waters of the lake. In order to reach the soon to be disputed…
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Dave started searching all over for Lone Arrow. He never added her to his friend list, otherwise, he could have just sent her a private message asking about her location. Entering deep within the temple, he noticed two women casually sitting on a stone bench, chatting happily. Dave heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that the undead did not ’eat’ Lone Arrow and actually chatted with her. Dave interrupted the chat of the two women, addressing Lone. "Big problems," he said. "I know, I heard…
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