"The Job Gets Done, No Questions Asked"

While I regret sacrificin' myself without considerin' I would miss out on upgrade points from my previous game, There was nothin' I could do about it except move on. As those who only look to the past or the present, are certain to miss the future. I was grindin' exp when I saw the news about Execute messin' up a bounty on our old pal "Lornn" and got killed by a sheep. I reached out but I guess I overstepped and was blocked, I don't blame em', I actually find it quite hilarious .

Apart from that however, I saw a business opportunity. For a price, I would forget what he had did and well and offer him my gun for a job. To my surprise, he actually took my offer despite a tempting price on his head.. To his luck, I couldn't care less about those self-made sheriffs and did the job he wanted me to do. In the end, I walked out with a much bigger pay than I had bargained for and unexpected work benefits. 

"Reckon some fights leave scars no gun can fix."

Sometimes you don't see the end comin’, but I reckon that’s what makes it hit harder. Lornn, a friend and the closest thing I had to a true ally, asked for my help. He wanted to keep his guild out of the mess with the bounty hunters from Marquis, so we set up shop elsewhere, away from the heat. Thought we were bein' smart, keepin' them off his crew’s back. Turns out, smart didn’t cut it.

While we took the fight to another game biome, Marquis came after his guild anyway. No sign of Lornn, but they didn’t care. They tore through it like wolves, leaving ruin and blood behind, guildmates who weren’t even part of the damn bounty. And by the time we handled those bounty-hunters and came back, it was all gone. Lornn’s world, his people—everything.

I saw it in his eyes when he learned the truth. That moment, he knew it was over. I knew I couldn’t talk him down, and I reckon deep down, I understood why. He wanted to go out on his own terms, and I couldn’t stop him. Now, Lornn’s gone. A martyr for what he believed. And me? I just make sure the story gets told, loud and clear. That’s the least I can do for him.

I never really saw the differences between NPC and Players. But after today, I can see the line clearly. Man are monsters, We're greedy, we are heartless. We are guilty. We are in a game, They're home. The only place they know. Sure we might've created the game, but do we live in it? fuck no. This ALL could've been avoided if there weren't self-appointed sheriffs running around, being the "bigger person" by putting money on people's heads just because they can. My opinion on Marquis Guild is forever dropping, eventually, this opinion will make the papers.. For now. I shall watch. I don't chase trouble, but I'll gladly herd cattle into the slaughterhouse and have them on another's plate by mornin'.