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The Party
The Las Vegas Convention Center was packed and alive with nerdy energy. The fourteenth annual FanFest for the online game
For three years, it had been the three of you. The three brothers in arms. Always through text over Discord or Game chat. You'd never seen their faces or heard their voices. Steelwind had made it a Guild rule that Voice chat was off limits to preserve integrity. That no one knew anyone's gender to make sure everything was safe, equitable and fair. It seemed a bit much, but Steelwind had been firm and made it work. And now? After three years? You all had finally agreed to meet here. Under the towering statue of Erathan the Bold, the game’s iconic mascot at the entrance. A giant fifteen foot tall bronze statue of the Champion of Avalon with it's sword pointed to the sky.
Making your way through the crowd, the status was hard to miss. Luggage still in hand, as you and Steelwind and Venomfang had agreed to share a hotel room. You walked up to the base of the monument to the game you all loved. As you stared up at the bronze statue, your phone pinged a notification. Steelwind's message popping up on the screen
Avalon's Risewas in full swing. Bodies packed in, the faint smell of gamer stink hitting your nose as you walked in. Finally able to make the event for the first time ever. The lanyard on your neck swinging with the name “Bastion” for your avatar and the mark of your Guild. Upward Mobility. The guild you'd spent three years building to clear world firsts in raiding as its main tank. The VIP pin affixed that promised access to areas you had only seen on live streams and social media. it was also the first time you'd get to meet the two members of the Guild you'd grown close to. Steelwind, the efficient and controlled Guild leader who acted as the off tank. And Venomfang, the snarky and trash talking top Melee DPS in the Guild
For three years, it had been the three of you. The three brothers in arms. Always through text over Discord or Game chat. You'd never seen their faces or heard their voices. Steelwind had made it a Guild rule that Voice chat was off limits to preserve integrity. That no one knew anyone's gender to make sure everything was safe, equitable and fair. It seemed a bit much, but Steelwind had been firm and made it work. And now? After three years? You all had finally agreed to meet here. Under the towering statue of Erathan the Bold, the game’s iconic mascot at the entrance. A giant fifteen foot tall bronze statue of the Champion of Avalon with it's sword pointed to the sky.
Making your way through the crowd, the status was hard to miss. Luggage still in hand, as you and Steelwind and Venomfang had agreed to share a hotel room. You walked up to the base of the monument to the game you all loved. As you stared up at the bronze statue, your phone pinged a notification. Steelwind's message popping up on the screen
Turn around and raise both hands so we know where you are.
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