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Dungeons. You know what those are, right? Of course, you do. Giant pits in the Earth that lead to unknown worlds, created by Magicks incomprehensible to the world. And what are you, then? Someone who dives deep into these Dungeons, filled with Sorcery, Monsters, and World-Shattering Revelations: a Dungeon Walker, called a Hero by some. What am I? A humble narrator, from the world beyond.
There are many Dungeons on Earth, all having appeared apparently at random... who knows how long ago. But the most infamous and largest pit in the world is the Starlight Dungeon, one that opens up only under the night sky, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Around the Dungeon was built a giant city: Castle City. What a name, right? A giant towering city, with a giant pit in its center, attracting Dungeon Walkers from across the world. Around 80% of Castle City's population is comprised of Dungeon Walkers... at maximum, given a lot of them die.
In the City, there are many places for Dungeon Walkers who've met online to party up. You may think: "Isn't this sort of like online dating?" You'd be correct! There are many sites one can visit on their phone or laptop to meet Dungeon Walkers looking for a party! Human interaction is a thing of the past, as many will say... Everyone knows that the new way to meet lifelong party members is through online chat rooms!
In a certain twinkling cafe, a woman clad in crimson skin leans back in one of the chairs, sipping away at a latte.
The woman finished typing her message to the other 8 people in her chatroom and waits, sliding her iPhone 776 into her pocket. She lets out a sigh, "Can't believe I'm doing this kinda garbage... The articles said this website was real, and they don't talk like bots..."
Yes, if there was one thing that plagued all Walkers looking to find party members through the world-wide-web, it was the plethora of bots that were slowly getting better at emulating normal person speech. That, and the lot of weirdos who would send their nudes and garbage of that nature in chat. It seems that the fact that this was not a site actually meant for online dating was lost on them.
"Waiting for someone, ma'am?" A waitress steps up to the red woman's table... she's covered in thick, slimy scales and has the eyes of a predator. A Gorgon, of course.
"Uh, yeah." The woman leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "A couple of people."
"Assuming they come from DunChat?"
"Yeah, actually. How'd you know?"
"Lots of people come here waiting for party members they talked to on that site, you know!" The Gorgon waitress takes the now empty cup of latte, and places it on a black tray. Among other things, like cookies, muffins, macarons... the red woman had an appetite, clearly, one her bill would reflect appropriately.
"They have any success?"
"Eh. Rarely."
"Hah! Figures... What am I even doing..." The red-haired woman groans in apparent frustration. Her groan is harsh and guttural, one that's enough to make one scrunch away in fear and disgust.
"Not having much luck with party members lately, I see?" The Gorgon finishes collecting the client's leftovers and slips her the bill while she's moping. "You seem quite skilled, though."
"**** yeah, I'm skilled." The woman snorts, "But nowadays, partying's hella expensive. For me, specifically. Hiring professional Walkers would cost me my life's savings... Like, times 10. Not looking to drain my bank account to party up with losers who probably get carried by equipment, anyways."
"Well, I hope you find luck, ma'am. I'll be waiting for your bill."
"Bill???" The woman shakes her head and looks down at the slip of paper that was slid next to her when she wasn't looking. "Oh, that. Does this place have tabs-?"
"No."
"Wonderful. Put it on this card." The woman gives a crooked, begrudged smile and hands the waitress a debit card. The Gorgon has to forcefully pull the card away from the patron, who clearly felt absolutely heart shattered as she parted with her money. Oh, money. It was a wonderful thing. The demoness loved it so much, that every time she purchased something, she felt a piece of her Soul get personally carved away by the God of Death (metaphorically).
The woman feels a piece of herself melt away, and then checks her phone to see if any of her party members have arrived or given any updates via Chat. Call it a distraction, to ease her bleeding heart. Now, who are her (totally not bots) new m8's?
There are many Dungeons on Earth, all having appeared apparently at random... who knows how long ago. But the most infamous and largest pit in the world is the Starlight Dungeon, one that opens up only under the night sky, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Around the Dungeon was built a giant city: Castle City. What a name, right? A giant towering city, with a giant pit in its center, attracting Dungeon Walkers from across the world. Around 80% of Castle City's population is comprised of Dungeon Walkers... at maximum, given a lot of them die.
In the City, there are many places for Dungeon Walkers who've met online to party up. You may think: "Isn't this sort of like online dating?" You'd be correct! There are many sites one can visit on their phone or laptop to meet Dungeon Walkers looking for a party! Human interaction is a thing of the past, as many will say... Everyone knows that the new way to meet lifelong party members is through online chat rooms!
Red Devil
: "At meet up place. Waiting for u guys."In a certain twinkling cafe, a woman clad in crimson skin leans back in one of the chairs, sipping away at a latte.
Red Devil
: "Am Oni with the white hair. Sitting at table by window. Can't miss. If u do, u succ."The woman finished typing her message to the other 8 people in her chatroom and waits, sliding her iPhone 776 into her pocket. She lets out a sigh, "Can't believe I'm doing this kinda garbage... The articles said this website was real, and they don't talk like bots..."
Yes, if there was one thing that plagued all Walkers looking to find party members through the world-wide-web, it was the plethora of bots that were slowly getting better at emulating normal person speech. That, and the lot of weirdos who would send their nudes and garbage of that nature in chat. It seems that the fact that this was not a site actually meant for online dating was lost on them.
"Waiting for someone, ma'am?" A waitress steps up to the red woman's table... she's covered in thick, slimy scales and has the eyes of a predator. A Gorgon, of course.
"Uh, yeah." The woman leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "A couple of people."
"Assuming they come from DunChat?"
"Yeah, actually. How'd you know?"
"Lots of people come here waiting for party members they talked to on that site, you know!" The Gorgon waitress takes the now empty cup of latte, and places it on a black tray. Among other things, like cookies, muffins, macarons... the red woman had an appetite, clearly, one her bill would reflect appropriately.
"They have any success?"
"Eh. Rarely."
"Hah! Figures... What am I even doing..." The red-haired woman groans in apparent frustration. Her groan is harsh and guttural, one that's enough to make one scrunch away in fear and disgust.
"Not having much luck with party members lately, I see?" The Gorgon finishes collecting the client's leftovers and slips her the bill while she's moping. "You seem quite skilled, though."
"**** yeah, I'm skilled." The woman snorts, "But nowadays, partying's hella expensive. For me, specifically. Hiring professional Walkers would cost me my life's savings... Like, times 10. Not looking to drain my bank account to party up with losers who probably get carried by equipment, anyways."
"Well, I hope you find luck, ma'am. I'll be waiting for your bill."
"Bill???" The woman shakes her head and looks down at the slip of paper that was slid next to her when she wasn't looking. "Oh, that. Does this place have tabs-?"
"No."
"Wonderful. Put it on this card." The woman gives a crooked, begrudged smile and hands the waitress a debit card. The Gorgon has to forcefully pull the card away from the patron, who clearly felt absolutely heart shattered as she parted with her money. Oh, money. It was a wonderful thing. The demoness loved it so much, that every time she purchased something, she felt a piece of her Soul get personally carved away by the God of Death (metaphorically).
The woman feels a piece of herself melt away, and then checks her phone to see if any of her party members have arrived or given any updates via Chat. Call it a distraction, to ease her bleeding heart. Now, who are her (totally not bots) new m8's?