[ Wooden Staff ]
[ + 5 Attack ]
[ Durability: 50/50 ]
“I better take a quick look at my stats before I get killed off by a boar… Status” I muttered to myself watching the holographic screen appear before me. It was a nightmare to deal with not just the hospital but everybody afterwards, the police, insurance, funeral arrangements. Sex Paramedics did their best and Ethan certainly was a fighter but unfortunately he succumb to his injuries on route to hospital”
“Right… I… errr… What do I do now?” I asked her, not even sure what his next step should be. Higher levels, better weapons, better techniques and skills. Especially when people change things such as height, weight. As a Vice-Guild Leader, I could run around collecting items and materials as I went to help promote the guild without taking too much responsibility. They weren’t as powerful as a player but with a big enough lead over the general player base, its power would trump anything that opposed him. In the past, many super guilds, backed by governments and major corporations had personal legions of criminal players, their affinity to violence and fighting made them excellent Combat Experts and they often struck terror in game as these people would terrorise normal players at the bidding of the super guilds.
