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Behind my FMD, I slammed my fist against the desk. "Why won't you use the reviving spell command?"
Lava oozed everywhere in the dungeon. Brigit, my blade-using avatar, was a gray ghost on the screen. She was dead. She wasn't the only one. My friend Maho also died in battle, and now our third party member, a Twin User, was being an ass.
"You agreed to revive us if we died down here!" Even though we were dead, we could communicate to our other party members.
"But you have a Wavemaster," the Twin User enthusiastically pointed out.
"Maho can't revive anyone once she's dead, so I'm asking you! You brought us here in the first place, because you said you were familiar with the area and we could gain a lot of experience points. It's your fault we're dead!"
The Twin User shrugged nonchalanc1y .
I lost it. "Dumb ass! We're a parry, so you need to take care of your comrades! The Wavemaster isn't just a tool for you to recover your hit points. You need to protect us; we work as a team. Besides, as a Twin User, aren't you supposed to be multi-talented?"
"Sorry, I've gotta go."
"What?"
"I'm dropping out."The avatar entered a luminous circle to log out. "I didn't want co say this, but you guys suck."
"That jerk! How could he abandon us like that?!" I ranted, half -mad at myself for allowing us to join such a greedy, selfish player.
"Forget it. He's gone," Maho said.
"But I've never heard of an insensitive Twin User! He could've at least revived us before he left!"
"I'm sorry I got you into this mess."
"It's not your fault, Maho. That guy was ridiculous. Some hero, huh?"
Anytime a player didn't get their way, or abandoned their comrades, they were sarcastically called a hero.
"Damn, I wish we had waited for my brother instead of gaming with that idiot." I watched as the monsters that killed us walked past our corpses.
"What do you want to do now?" I asked. "Do you want to continue, just the tWO of us? Or should we return to the root town and find someone better?"
"Umm, well, I'm actually thinking of quitting The World," Maho said.
"What? Why?" I paused. "I mean, it's not your fault, Maho."
"No, it's not that."
"Then what? Is something wrong?" I asked.
"I'm just getting tired of it," she replied.
"Whaaat?"
"Online games don't really have a story. There aren't really any final authorities. It never ends and there's no objective, right? So basically, all you can do is beat up monsters and become stronger."
"Yeah. I guess. But that's how online games are." I shrugged.
"But you can't be come a true hero, you know".
"What do you mean?"
"Well, since I can't be a hero in real life, I wanted to be one in the game world."
"If we keep killing monsters, we can increase our levels. Maybe we can try to be heroes," I suggested lamely.
"No matter how long we played or how hard we tried, we would never catch up to people who've been playing for years," Maho said.
She had a point.
"I like RPGs, but accumulating experience points is so boring! T he painful part is seeing your comrades die, you know? I'm ... I'm sensitive to that."
"So you think The World is boring?"
"I just don't think it's for me. Why waste time developing a character after paying the fee, blowing my days off, getting stressed, and then losing my character when data is lost? It's pointless."
"So, you're really quitting?" I asked.
"I thought I'd let you know, since we've gamed for so long. Thanks."
"If you want to play again, please e-mail me!"
"Okay."
Maho logged out. I haven't heard from her since.
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