Snippet #1090480

Username: TheHaze
Password: *******


I walk into the town, rifle raised, looking for an unfortunate virtual squirrel or some other small mammal to eat. Yes, I know. Hunting in a town seems pretty damn weird, right? But things change when you get your sorry ass stuck in a game and try not to go batshit crazy from boredom. So, here I am, dressed in a red Hoodie, Jeans, and grungy old sneakers, and a gas-mask over my face. Now I guess I need to explain the gas-mask, right? In a nutshell: I come from virtual Chernobyl, so having a gas-mask is good if you don't want your lungs baked. Before I get into anything else, let me continue with my current situation. As I walk in between buildings, my radio begins to squawk. I answer it, and it turns out that Rocko, our neighborhood retard, just blew up a fourth of a munitions dump. "Well, Doesn't sound like you had any casualt- Four.... Damn. Just get everyone out of there and flog Rocko for me, alright?" I sign off. And no, those people are NPC's some guy put in there for kicks. While surveying the town for prospective meals, I see a sign. "Central Circle." I read aloud. "Eh, worth a shot." As it turns out, Central Circle contains..... A Random person! Really though, I'm ecstatic, I just feel like being bitter for no reason. "Thank God. Now how to contact him." In Chernobyl, we just went into the person's line of sight and raised our weapon above our heads, slowly. I preceded to walk into the street, and managed to see a Elf flying at me with enough speed to peel the skin off a moose. "Shit..."