"You look tense. Did everything go okay?" Nora asks as Warwick leaves.
"Um... Yeah..." Warwick replies with a nervous chuckle, "I have to go take this to Dilys now," He holds up the bag of coins.
"Are you sure your okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you around," Warwick runs off before Nora could get another word in.
He stops running at the town square and catches his breath.
"I think I'm a weeb now..." He states between pants.
Warwick rests for a moment on the steps of the square.
"How are you doing that?" Another player asks.
"Doing what?"
It takes about ten minutes for the player to respond.
"You have a part-time money pouch in your main hand," the player finally says.
"Well, It's for a part-time job obviously,"
About another ten minutes pass.
"How are you able to reply so fast, and with emotes I've never seen before?"
"You're playing a game, I'm living this."
About another ten minutes pass.
"That's... not legal... You're cheating..."
"I don't have time for this, it's tedious enough waiting for you to talk!"
Warwick gets up and walks towards Dilys's House.
"W8!" the player yells, as he enters the Healer's House.
"Hey Dilys, I've completed the delivery,"
"Give me one moment," Dilys says, bandaging up someone.
"That's fine. By the way, my name is Warwick."
"That's nice. There we go,"
Dilys finishes the job, and the person runs off.
"Now, what was it you were saying?"
"I finished the delivery, here's the payment."
Warwick hands her the bag.
Dilys takes the bag, pulls out 1,080 gold, and hands it to him.
"Thank you so much! I'll be back tomorrow!" Warwick states, pocketing the money.
"The pleasure is mine, thank you for your help!"
"It's no problem!"
Warwick turns around as the door opens regularly.
From the door, the player and a Game Moderator regularly walk in.
"Are you the one using Illegal Software?" the GM asks.
"We can continue this outside," Warwick moves past them, and out the door.
About five minutes after, the GM and player regularly walk out the door.
"What is your username?" The GM asks.
"Even if I was hacking, It'd be a mistake to tell you if you couldn't already tell."
"He's going to delete your account, and there's nothimg you can do about it!" The player mocks.
"One, watch your typos, two there would be no way I could respond this fast with this much text if I was using any kind of technology besides voice to speak, and if I was, my IP address would have been found by you by now, or at least where the signal would be bounced off of. Seriously! I've said all this within the time that a normal person would have typed the simple 'Sit!' command and pressed inter, and you'd expect that I'd be fast enough to type all this, ping it off of multiple signals in multiple countries, and respond almost instantaneously to your text as if this was real life at forty times the speed without typos!"
It takes about five minutes for the GM to respond.
"Touche. Then how do you explain what's going on?"
"I'm living this. A minute in Erinn time is a minute I experience. It's why I'm having a hard time keeping my temper, and everything I say comes with matching mouth movements and motions. You keep taking five minutes to say anything, and she takes longer!"
"What typo!?" The player asks.
"You spelled nothing with a 'm'"
Warwick waits about two minutes before speaking again.
"Mister GM, let's go somewhere more private from the presumptuous brat. Please join my party named 'Too long of a name to properly show up on a player's UI'"
About three minutes pass.
"Let's go,"
The GM summons a Bone Dragon, they both mount and the dragon flies up.
"Real quick, whit time is it?" Warwick asks.
It's about five minutes before the GM replies.
"About 11:20"
"Is it okay if we talk later? I don't have a lot of time before her part-time job."
About five minutes pass.
"Ah, holy water. That's fine."
Warwick gulps, "Geronimo!"
Warwick slides off the dragon and dies on impact.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
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