"Wow, this place is good for what the state the rest of the world is right now." He said, a cheesy grin spread on his face. He relaxed himself a little, his muscles becoming less tense.
"Teleported? No!" He said. Jake never really invested himself much in this odd situation of a world, and he never used magic or firearms, to teleportation was really new to him. "But I'm up for it. Sounds fun! And a safe place also sounds pretty fun."
So this is a roleplay based in the world of SAO. It's set at the same time in the two year gap, where players were trapped, and if you die in the game, you die in real life. We can do it on this page, in messages, or a website I found called rpnow.net. It's got a more efficient messaging system...
The horse had quite a kind offer, but Jake wasn't really sure of it. "I appreciate it, but..." He stopped for a while, before lowering the shotgun and pointing to his machete again. He smiled a little. "Predator's helped me around for ages. Unless you really insist, I'll have no need for a...
Jake stuttered even more, slowly making his way back inside. Even though she had lowered her rifle, and invited him in, he was still a little scared of the horse. He rested a little, relaxing his mind after the 10 seconds of tension. "Alright, comin'." He said, picking up the tin of peaches and...
The man stepped back two, widening eyes and opening his mouth. He found himself hurriedly pulling his pockets inside out, revealing nothing except a small can of peaches. He put his hands back up, stepping back once more. "Alright, settle down. Just me and Predator right now." He pointed to his...
From the distance, he noticed a conflict. You can't even go on a leisurely stroll in this world without an explosion going off every time. "Huh." He said, no particular expression on his face. He had seen this all already. There was probably at least one person there, also probably hostile, so...
The Whiterun tavern was quite empty today, the barmaid seeming tired and Mikael, the bard, out of spirit and confidence. It was rare to see the tavern this empty on a snowy day. The fireplace was warm, making the atmosphere humble. A traveler, a female wood elf, had found this tavern, sitting...
The way of fighting is something millennia old. I am one of the many passing on this tradition. My name is Lou, head of our academy. And you have made it. You have proven yourself as one of the most esteemed fighters in the world. And now have the pleasure of working under my teaching.
Hey...