Patricia Smith
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In many MMOs, especially p2w ones, Gods, Heroes and Angels are strewn around everywhere. Players meet deities, kill deities, are deities - the game is structured around this kind of wish-fulfillment, it acts if it were true. Playing such a game can be like joining a religious service. But prayer is loss of vitality. A Church is a Masque of the Red Death. The sea of flying arrows seemed to drown the air. "This is the archery range, you've probably heard of it. It's all the rage, as you can see," said…-
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Cael leafed through his quest log. He saw that he had completed most of the standard MMO quests for new players: kill 20 rats, deliver a potion to the Alchemist's Store, kill the rat boss, kill the chicken that is not a chicken and is rather - wait, he hadn't completed that quest. In the lowest tier of quests, there was a quest with the following task: 'Kill the chicken that is not a chicken.' It was marked incomplete. A strange task. However, before he took to questing, he sought new equipment and spells…
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Cael almost tripped over himself onto the dirt road, as he felt himself having to focus on trudging his armoured legs forwards instead of just jaunting on effortlessly. As he tried to regain balance, his right foot struck against a hard, taupe rock besides the path, and he had to crouch down in order to avoid falling. He dryly made note that he shouldn't nerf his Agility while in mid-step. The Trait system had just unlocked, a feature which he had heard was important to determining players' builds, so his…
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"The spider weaves his web in the palace of the Caesars." Atreas prepared the finishing stroke, a sandstorm that would inflict colossal damage on his opponents - and possibly also on his own Guildmates. As per the plan, his warriors were tanking and blocking off the opponent's melee fighters in the centre of the dusty arena, leaving the mage Atreas in solace some distance away from the action. His massive INT stat, ranked 3rd among all players, meant that a sandstorm summoned in the centre of the fight…
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"Broccoli!" Booksie said as soon as we entered her shop. She lunged across the store, and a moment later I'd had the wind knocked out of me by two armfuls of crying bun. I would've fallen backwards into the street if Amaryllis hadn't put a hand on my back to hold me upright. I pulled air back into my lungs. "Booksie?" I asked. After that guard told us that Booksie needed help, we'd decided against splitting up or even stopping to grab a bite. Instead the lot of us had made good time across Port Royal to…-
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I woke up to a small surprise. Neat! I'd kinda sorta forgotten about that skill, but... well, it was going to level up all on its own. Was it why I woke up feeling so refreshed? Or was that because I ate well, exercised a lot, and got to sleep snuggled up between two friends on Miss Laine's floor? In any case, I was happy to be heading out, but my happiness was nowhere near Miss Laine's. She was practically buzzing around her little kitchen as she prepared what she called her 'get out of my house'…
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I had a lot to tell my friends, and I really couldn't wait, but that didn't mean that I was silly. Well, I was maybe a little silly, sometimes, but I could be subtle too, when I wanted to. I trusted my friends with my life and more. Amaryllis and Awen were like my sisters, and Calamity like a cooler older brother. Orange was trustworthy too, of course, as much as a cat could be, and I was growing to love Desiree like another new friend too! It was the others that I wasn't sure about. The three grenoil…
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"You can unhand me, now," Amaryllis said. "I'm not quite done yet," I said as I gave her a cheek rub for good measure. "Is this normal?" Laine asked. "Awa, I think so?" Awen tried. I decided that two minutes was long enough for a hug, at least this kind of 'I'm happy you're alive' hug. Obviously, I could have gone on for longer, but I didn't want to annoy Amaryllis too much. "Sorry," I said. "I was just really worried." Amaryllis huffed a weird huff that was hard to translate, then she reluctantly…
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Awen and Desiree both had better light-making magic than I had. Awen with her Glass-magic, which she could empower with a bit of magic to turn a bulb of glass into a bright beacon, and Desiree with a rather unique spell that created two balls of light on the end of her tails, each individually brighter than my own Lightball spell. I just kept my lightball tied to my ear tip to give us some idea of where the ceiling was, and of course Orange glowed warmly where she was cuddled in my arms. With the four of…
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I stared at the core for a long while. I was... hesitating, a little. Everyone kept telling me that breaking a core was wrong. I'd done it before, a couple of times, but that was before I knew that it was considered a bad thing. And since then, I hadn't done it again. It was... well, doing something wrong when you didn't know it was wrong was still bad, but it wasn't as bad as doing something wrong when you knew it was wrong. Right? That seemed like a reasonable enough way to look at things. This core,…
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