Z2010Deadmeat
Time Lord
Fear.
Shock.
Despair.
Confusion.
Following the disappearance of the Game Master Avatar of the Creator of SAO and now their jailer Kabyia Akihiko. What other emotions could be going through the ten thousand players now trapped within a game that was only meant to be a temporary escape from reality now became a permanent one. Even now as the misery of such a situation began to sit in with some of the players standing within the town square. This couldn't be real...could it?!
A month later and they were still right where they started on level one with nearly two thousand player deaths thanks to either 'experiments' on escaping the game or from facing the first boss. The overall situation was grim and bleak. How were they supposed to win this game if they couldn't even get past the first level? It was time that something to be done about it.
Fortunately their was a meeting being held to rectify this situation players all over the first level gathering under the command of a self proclaimed knight going by the username of Diavel. Seemed like an alright guy may be the closest thing they have to a knight here for that matter at just a first impression. Upon the request that the meeting participants who will undertake the raid break into groups did things seem to lighten up a bit as people began to talk about who would partner up with who for this bold little assault on the bosses lair.
While they formed up a young Caucasian man around his early twenties with short black hair and greenish blue eyes sat on one of the higher seats above the others with his legs crossed gazing down at the crowd as he was currently wearing a dark grey variation of the standard gear with a scythe resting next to him. Sure it was big and could be annoying to carry around but it worked. Being a fan of Soul Eater back home he figured why not? "Aww looks like no one wants to team up with me..." He said with a playful pout while his eyes held a hint of mischief.
Shock.
Despair.
Confusion.
Following the disappearance of the Game Master Avatar of the Creator of SAO and now their jailer Kabyia Akihiko. What other emotions could be going through the ten thousand players now trapped within a game that was only meant to be a temporary escape from reality now became a permanent one. Even now as the misery of such a situation began to sit in with some of the players standing within the town square. This couldn't be real...could it?!
A month later and they were still right where they started on level one with nearly two thousand player deaths thanks to either 'experiments' on escaping the game or from facing the first boss. The overall situation was grim and bleak. How were they supposed to win this game if they couldn't even get past the first level? It was time that something to be done about it.
Fortunately their was a meeting being held to rectify this situation players all over the first level gathering under the command of a self proclaimed knight going by the username of Diavel. Seemed like an alright guy may be the closest thing they have to a knight here for that matter at just a first impression. Upon the request that the meeting participants who will undertake the raid break into groups did things seem to lighten up a bit as people began to talk about who would partner up with who for this bold little assault on the bosses lair.
While they formed up a young Caucasian man around his early twenties with short black hair and greenish blue eyes sat on one of the higher seats above the others with his legs crossed gazing down at the crowd as he was currently wearing a dark grey variation of the standard gear with a scythe resting next to him. Sure it was big and could be annoying to carry around but it worked. Being a fan of Soul Eater back home he figured why not? "Aww looks like no one wants to team up with me..." He said with a playful pout while his eyes held a hint of mischief.