Snippet #2466623

November 7th, 2022
First floor; 04:36 AM

“Hah… Finally made it….” Merche said as he took his first, unsteady step into Horunka.
A prompt popped up in his vision, notifying him that he had entered this town, and on queue,
a tune started playing.(youtu.be/S-Xm7s9eGxU)

Planting the tip of his spear into the ground, Merche stretches his body, briefly scratching his mud-caked hair with his gloved hands. He wiped the mud on his now decimated pants, rested his body against his spear. After continuing on his way along the path to Horunka, he went along the long path which led him through a forest, instead of the short one he had initially planned to take, thinking he might find some interesting materials there. He didn’t.

Instead, he ran into a large group of mobs he tried to pick off one by one, but didn’t work out as planned. It had him running through the forest, falling in the mud a few times. At one point, he even fell out of a tree while adjusting his trousers. He had ripped off the fabric of his left trouser leg, and made adjustments to the other leg so that they would match. Hearing an explosion going off in the distance, startled Merche, who subsequently fell down the branch he stood on. Some more trekking through the forest, and an unlucky run in with some plant monsters, finally got him to Horunka, in more or less one piece. His equipment however, wasn’t so lucky. Besides the aforementioned pants, his sword broke during his first fight in the forest, prompting his escape. 4 spears left behind in the forest, since he had no time to retrieve them. A rag that used to resemble a shirt, and a near broken shield. The shield had intercepted most of the attacks from both groups, and the shirt turned out the way it was due to the Nepent’s Acidic Spit that did manage to hit him.

“There is no use to wearing it if it’s like this, now is there?” He thought. After all, what was left of it didn’t do good job at all in covering his chest. Pulling of the rag with relative ease, he used it to clean up his hair a bit. After some intensive rubbing, his hair looked a bit more representable.
“Guess this’ll have to do.” Merche said as he tossed the rag on the floor. Hoisting the spear out of the ground and letting the spear rest against his shoulder, he made his way into the town looking for the inn. Finding it not long after, he opens the door to the establishment and sets foot in a well lit room. In it he saw plenty of tables and chairs, all unoccupied accept two other players, and a desk, with a female npc behind it. Having noticed Merche’s entrance, one of the players spoke up. “Woah, you’re… Tarzan right? So…. where’s Jane?” The now clearly inebriated player said.
Next to him another player with too much alcohol in his body glared at Merche and also spoke.
“What’s up with that fucking get up, huh? This is Sword Art Online, not Caveman Online, you faggot.””Don’t listen to that guy, Tarzan….! he’s just like that because his girl ran off with some other players.””Why’d you tell em that, huh? Fight me! Not here, and see what happens, asshole!” Deciding to ignore the two players, he made his way to the NPC, and rented himself a room. After that, he made his way upstairs to get a well earned shower. Noticing he had truly become tired, not long after that shower, he took a long nap. It wasn’t until 3 PM that he came out of bed and had breakfast. It was during his hearty meal that he noticed something. while combing through his hair, he noticed that the hair at the back of his head reached lower than it used to.”Crap! i also lost my hairband. Guess i’ll also have to add that to the shopping list…” He sighed, as he continued eating his meal.