Kyle struck the blunt end of the glaive on the ground, smiling, "Are we done celebrating our first victory?" The thing about VRMMORPGs was this, one would face the enemies that stood before one's avatar, no longer a finger-sized monster on the computer screen. He at Haku and Kiri, "Do you two know each other? It certainly seems so."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Faylan struggled against the steep incline, determined to reach the coveted weapon which was just in sight through the freezing gale. His black metal boots had little grip on the gravel and ice, and he was forced to climb on all fours like a dog. So far, he had yet to see any but his guild members in this parts of the land, for they had forged ahead, claiming all the good hunting grounds and quickly reaching the pinnacle of the players. He was the second-in-command for the guild, and the chief had ordered him to retrieve the sword, along with his usual party, so as to increase the level of success. But in the end the legendary weapon would not end up in his hands. Unless...</span>