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Your character plays This is Halloween, the greatest online MMO ever created. While in reality they may exist as their somewhat boring, ordinary selves (with jobs, or school, or whatnot), online they can be whatever they want. Part of the noble (but human) faction of Deus Ex as a Hunter, or the more neutral faction of Halloween, or even the feared Horsemen faction. PVPs, raids, and even some roleplayed events occur for your character to get loot. Basically, they are humans ICly playing their actual TiH incarnations, feel free to interpret as you please. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.

"Mark."

"One sec."

"Mark."

"One sec."

"Mark."

"One sec."

Boom.

"MARK!"

"SORRY."

Gale threw his mouse down with a look of disgust. "I told you to wait before we went on that raid to Christmastown, but no, you just had to go and loot Sandy Claws one last time and now we're dead, so thanks for that."

"I TOLD YOU." Mark was wailing over the headset. Gale plucked at it, holding it away from his ear with a wince on his face. "I COULD HAVE DONE IT, JEEZ well except for that whole tree mishap - "

"You mean where you ran us into a tree?" said Gale, and there was a great deal of hemming and hawing and wobbling and mumbled excuses through the other line before Mark finally said, "Well, we've got one more life left before we have to go back to home base, so why don't we go check out the Amityville guild, see if we can't get a few more supplies?"

Gale gave a grunt, leaning back in his chair a bit. Beside the computer desk was a crumpled bag of half eaten crisps, a partially drunk Ginger Ale, and a box of biscuits that had yet to actually be open. Though now that he thought about it...Gale reached out, plucked the box up, and opened it, popping one of them into his mouth.

"I'll only go too Amity if we don't have to fight the boss in the gym again," he said. "The last time we tried that, it took aeons."

Mark made a whining sound. "But..."

"Remember Christmastown, Mark."

Silence.

"Okay, fine."

He couldn't quite tell over the headset, but he was relatively certain that Mark was now pouting. Rolling his eyes, Gale pulled the keyboard onto his lap and typed out a few instructions. On screen, the character moved to the side, back towards one of the destination portals.

Gale hit some more keys.

"Ready?" he asked, eating another biscuit.

"Yes," said Mark, in a very sullen sort of voice that indicated he was still grumpy over skipping the boss, but Gale ignored this and kept typing.

>>>> destination

[ amityville academy ]

>>>> sub destination

[ red's gy -

"MARK."

"OKAY FINE JEEZ."

/delete sub destination

/delete destination

>>>> destination

[ amityville academy ]

>>>> sub destination

[ arel's office ]

"And what," asked Mark, still in the same petulant sort of voice. "are we going to do here, exactly. There aren't any raids here, Gale."

"Get information," said Gale primly. "And recruit. If we can get enough people to join us, we might be able to take down Caelius back at Deus Ex Machina later on. After we get more supplies, of course. Arel's Office has more supplies, plus there are people we can talk to."

He hadn't been paying close enough attention to upper left hand corner of the screen.

>>>> destination

[ amityville academy ]

>>>> sub destination

[ red's gym ]

>>>> You have encountered a boss! Engage boss? Accept / Decline

[ accept ]

>>>> Boss Mode Engaged

"MAAAARKKK!"

"IT WASN'T ME I DIDN'T DO IT"

"DAMN IT, MARK."

The next several moments were spent with Gale arguing furiously with Mark over the headsets while both of their characters were entirely obliterated onscreen by a very angry looking blue dragon monster.

[ game over ]

Your character exists in a part of the wild west, where law is no longer on their side. They must obey the Sheriff, and that is their only singular rule in these parts of town. Their town is often attacked by the unrulies, neighbouring crude towns that reside to no laws. It is up to you to keep your own town afloat, and remember what it means to be a cowboy. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a cowboy, or something that exists in the wild west setting. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.

The good news was that Deputy Chan was a good shot.

The bad news was that Sheriff Taichou was not.

"SHERIFF WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

The gunshots echoed above his head as Gale Gentry ducked low behind the nearest thing - which happened to be an overturned table that was now sideways. It didn't provided much on the subject of safety, per say, but it was, at least, somewhat of a blockade. And, all things considered, they really needed a blockade right now.

It was entirely Sheriff Taichou's fault - which, of course, he was denying vehemently, a trait that Gale had long since learned to just accept because there was no getting around it, really (arguing with the Sheriff was somewhat like arguing with a really cheerful brick wall who kept telling you what a "truly sparkling human being you were." But considering that the Sheriff in question was currently squashed flat on his stomach underneath the bar of the saloon, his gun in his hands, this wasn't really much of a defense in terms of an argument.

"I thought," growled Gale, cocking his own pistol and twisting around to take aim, the bullet careening off of a lamp and shattering a nearby glass. He had a grunt from one of the bandits, and a return shot cracked across the top of the bar, a few pieces of splintered wood flying. Gale ducked on instinct, fumbling for more bullets. "That you said you had taken care of the bandit problem."

"I did," said the Sheriff indignantly. Allan was trying to peer over the top of the bar, but to no avail - as soon as his head poked up, a flurry of shots from across the room could be heard, and the deputy reached over, yanking Allan back down to the ground.

"I tried to show them the power of friendship," said Allan, very seriously. "But they didn't seem to take to it very well, which is really their loss. If they just believed in themselves, like I told them, and spread their wings to fly in other directions that didn't involve burglary and thievery, then they would do much better in their life. It's really very sad that they can't learn to accept their true selves."

"Yes, well," said Gale. "I'm pretty sure that didn't work too well, now did it."

His only response was another bullet from the bandit making a hole in the tablet Gale was currently crouched behind. He rolled sideways and nearly collided with Deputy Chan, who was sitting motionless beside the Sheriff, a look of pure annoyance on his face. Not that Simon ever had a look of anything other than annoyance on his face (except maybe exasperation, especially when it came to Sheriff Allan Taichou).

"Sheriff," said Gale plaintively, readjusting his vest and trying to keep all of his body parts intact because getting shot at and maimed was not really something he wanted to have on his schedule of things to do today. "Couldn't you have just given them what they wanted and then we'd be good and done with all of this? When they came into the saloon demanding the money you could have just given it to them. It's not like we couldn't have gone after them later and taken them down. We've done it before, haven't we? We could just give the money, let them go for a bit ,and then go after them on horseback, catch them up, and take back what we're owed, and then throw their sorry asses in jail."

Allan rolled over and put a hand on Gale's shoulder completely ignoring the fact that there was a shootout currently ongoing and said, very seriously, "Gale, my young friend, if there's one thing you should know, it's that being a) being a sheriff is never easy because there's lots of suffering, and b) deputies don't like kittens and that is why they don't make a lot of friends."

"Er," said Gale.

"Excuse me," said Simon.

There was more shooting. Allan let go of Gale's shoulder and gave him a very wise nod and a knowing look as he reloaded his pistol. Simon, in the meantime, was looking mutinous (though this wasn't an entirely unusual expression when it came to the deputy), but he was already cocking his own double pistols, thumbs on the safety release.

"So what now?" asked Gale. "We can't stay like this forever. It's a stalemate."

Bang bang bang. There were cries of pain as several shots Simon's gun made their marks. "Easy, my young friend," said Sheriff Taichou. "We'll just have to beat them at their own game."

"What does that even mean," asked Gale.

There was, of course, no real answer. The Sheriff had already leapt forward over the bar, guns blazing and Gale, after giving the deputy a long suffering look, gave a small sigh and followed after.