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Gamer's Paradise: The XP

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Gamer's Paradise: The XP


One thousand feet above the meadows of SclObonia, a bank of blood thirsty and starving wyverns circle above the lands on the outskirts of the Jungle Nations. Holding on to the back scales of the alpha wyvern leading the bank, Simon digs into his pack and pulls out a slingshot and a handful of balls of wire. “Man I hope Kam was right about this” Simon murmurs as he attaches small hooked-bulbs and ties the wires together. Slowing his breath, Simon loads the sling and fires at each of the wyverns. Extremely agitated the bank of wyverns begins diving down to the surface. Simon quickly pulls out a detonator, “Here goes nothing!” he yells as he flips the switch. A high pitch frequency emits from each of the bulbs and in sync bolts of electricity shoot down the wires electrocuting the bank of wyverns. Simon glances back and sees the heap of freshly barbequed wyverns plummet to their death. “Alright big guy it’s your turn now!” Simon says as he twirls his great sword in the air before plunging it into the wyvern’s spinal cord. Simon leaps from the lifeless wyvern as it crashes to the ground and shatters into pixel shards, “Sweet! That makes 22 boars, 9 wyverns and 3 cockatrices. After I turn this stuff in I should definitely have enough XP to level up.”

Walking back into town with a pack full of boar tusks and wyvern claws, Simon notices a crowd causing a commotion near the inn. Curious to see who was riling up the townsfolk more than he could, Simon strolled over and was shocked to see a member of the Tiger Clan and children from the Dragon Clan being pelted with fruits and stones. Instinctively Simon dropped his pack of trophies and jumped in front of the growing mob, “What are you all doing?! These are children!” Simon shouted with his arms spread wide. “But they’re outsiders!” someone from the crowd responded, “Yeah they don’t belong here in Jungle Village.” “Why don’t you go back to your own clans?!” someone else chimed in. Shaking with rage, “Have you forgotten that I’m an outsider as well? Or does risking my life day in and day out to keep these beasts from wreaking havoc on your villages make you look past my lack of fur, claws, and scales” Simon shouted, waving his bag of trophies at the villagers. Ashamed, the angered citizens slowly averted their eyes to avoid Simon’s gaze and began leaving the scene.

As the last few stragglers went about their way Simon turned to the Tiger clansman, as she seemed to be the eldest of the group, “I’m sorry about that, the clans around here haven’t had much experiences with other clans. Are you their guardian?” Simon gestured towards the three young Dragons. “Thank you stranger. I am A’Rie, this is Taizin, Amonz, and Azhon. I found them wandering the sewers of my clan’s territory and have watched over them ever since.” Feeling pity for them Simon handed his pack of trophies to A’Rie, “Here take this. Turn these in to the innkeeper and she’ll pay you the reward for the trophies and a room to rest. It’ll also buy you some clout with the locals when they hear you four saved them from the bank of wyverns.” Shocked at the stranger’s overly generous act, “Thank you! H-how can I ever repay you mister?” A’Rie asked Simon as he walked back the way he came. “The name’s Simon and don’t worry about it!” Simon said waving them off with his back turned.

“I thought things would be different here, but I guess ignorance and hate is the same wherever you go” Simon muttered to himself, “Man it’s going to take forever to farm all those claws and tusks again. Hopefully Kam had better luck with his quests.” As Simon reached the city gates the three dragonlings caught up to him and handed him an ocarina in the shape of a dragon’s tooth, “This is for you. It is the only thing we have of Dragon clan, but we’re Tiger clansmen now.” Touched by their appreciation, Simon used some of the leftover wire he had and made the ocarina into a necklace so he’d never lose it.

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