I logged back into Darkmoon Adventure with a groan that carried over from the real world. It had been milleniums, almost a whole day of not really wanting to go far from where Hailie log off. I fear that she might wandered off and die, ruining our progress.
She's way hotter in my sexual fantasies than in real life.
My avatar flickered into form beneath the dense canopy where I had logged out, somewhere behind a hill patch east of Beginning City. Perfectly camouflaged, completely untraceable, no spawn-camping tryhard was getting the drop on me.
When you are the greatest, you slowly realize that you will have to live in constant agony, realizing that everyone around you are just… potatoes.
Ping
The login notification hit me a second later.
Hailie has logged in
And there she was, my new little lamb.
Bright-eyed, level 1 or something, unarmed, and still unaware that her sweet cleric soul was being personally escorted into hell, by me, yours truly, again.
