---------------------------------------------<br/>Kamatsu<br/>08:05 pm<br/>Floor 50<br/>Algade Town Square<br/>---------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Kamatsu was wondering around the square. It was one of the days he had his shop closed. He did not need the money, he had enough left over from his time on the front lines and the profits that he did make during his business days to live quite well. He wanted to see what all the fuss was about, after being in this game for so long, you come to see things a little different. The events that were held became almost like national holidays. People were everywhere. It was even hard to walk around. He did not even know there were this many players left in the game. For some reason he thought most of them would have died out. It was not because he thought the players were not good, but because this game was made to kill them.<br/><br/>He walked up to one of the small shops and stood in line for a small snack that was being sold. He did not even know what it was really called, only that it had a high cooking value and was said to be very good. It looked something like a small piece of bread with some green frosting on it with small red dots. It some what resembled a Christmas tree, so he thought of it as a Christmas cookie. He took a bite and its flavor came to him. It was almost very like one, but like with everything in the game, the taste was somehow different. He heard the notification alarm telling him that someone or something had sent him a message. He flicked his wrist to open up the HUD. He scrolled down and opened up the messages. It seemed like one of the people he knew while running the front lines had sent him a message. It was from Archangel:<em>Kam, I know very well that you're in town, and I also know that you couldn't possibly be doing anything with someone important, and I am in need of skilled assistance for a special seasonal raid. It'll widen my list of targets, help out and I'll cut you in at 10%, no strings.</em>He read it over once more, just to make sure what it said. A raid, once more. He did not know if he really wanted to or not. After all it has been some time since the last one he went to. He was not unsure about it because he did not keep his level up, but only because he had no real reason to go anymore. Decayingitch was gone, and that was the one reason he had to go.<br/><br/>He moved over to close the message, but then he remembered. He needed to get out of this game. It was a death trap, and he could not just leave it up to others to clear it. His friend would not like that, not one bit. He quickly hit the reply button and started to type out a message.<em>I guess it is time for me to dust off the armor and come along. Make it 12% and any crafting mats that you get and its a deal. Tell me where everyone is meeting up and I will see you there.</em>He sent the message and moved over to his inventory menu. He looked over his gear, most of it not being used in a long time. He had some stuff that he used to level, but that was lower then his old set. He scrolled, coming across his shield and sword. Pressing the button he equipped them, both of them coming into reality with brightly lit pixels. Another scroll down and he came across his armor set. Putting it on and watching his body become a glowing shape for a moment always seemed to fill him with dread. It was as if he was being removed from the world.<br/><br/>He closed his HUD and started to move across the square thinking he knew where everyone was going to be at with out even needing the reply. After all, if it was anything like the old raids, they all met up in somewhat the same place.