[attr="class","spiral"] Launch day is always the busiest and most fun period of the game. Once players grab their bearings, everything becomes more routine and structured as a meta sets in. One such meta includes staying the fuck out of PVP zones unless you're willing to die, which is something the player base seems at odds with. Thankfully, they've harvested their experience well before the sudden drop in activity.

"Probably. I got ganked the other day for trying to kill a KSer. Bunch of fucking care bears."

Fernando sneers as he draws his weapon, twirling it around the hook of his index finger. "There's still plenty to do but I didn't think gamers were so wimpy." Fernando nods at the request and strays a bit too close to the outside. His player presence toggles the system's area parameters and a mob creature spawns not too far from their position.

"How's your experience so far?"

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[attr="class","spiral"] There's another bird and Fernando trains his sights on it. Without a scope, it's a bit harder to line up a shot against something that has high ground but he lets the game auto target for him. He waits for it to lock before pulling the trigger.

"Ah, that's nice." Fernando's comment is idle. He doesn't see the appeal in playing with lower level friends and having to carry them but that just might be due to his experience being spoiled from playing with Kyle and Bailey Cooper. "It's certainly different. Never played with virtual reality before. Might want to see what Silph Co. can do with it."

Fernando can feel his nose crinkle at Kyle's observation. He's dead on. No wonder he's a Ranger. "It's a bit annoying when people make dumb decisions but I guess that's the human aspect of it. If I had to choose between PKing someone half my level who stole a mob from me or grabbing 2000 MC, I'd choose the MC any day."

The bird falls when the ZAP CANNON lands and it plummets to the ground, unabled to maintain flight. The fall damage almost finishes it off. Fernando aims an AIR SLASH and watches it vanish into an array of pixels.

"But maybe I'm playing the game wrong."

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[attr="class","spiral"] "Normies?"

Fernando's well acquainted with games but none of them venture that deep into having large communities. Most of his expertise relate to the strategy games of his youth. The terminology that Kyle uses eludes him and that puts him a bit closer to the same boomer category as Lucas Lane and Olivia Abbiati.

Another pair of flying Pokemon soar overhead and Fernando picks at the one still left. His ZAP CANNON find purchase alongside Kyle and the parallels between their classes truly show. "That makes two of us. Maybe that's a qualification of being successful. Just having common sense might be good enough to be Elite Four or Council." Then he remembers who files those ranks. "Shit."

When Fernando hears the thud of the mob, he frowns.

"I rather shoot myself."

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[attr="class","spiral"] "No."

Fernando's answer is as blunt as his personality. He drops the charade for a moment, staring back at Kyle. "The world hinges on those that are able to make up for the gaps left by those that cannot." Some things you don't joke about and Fernando draws the line at joining the filth that is Hoenn's clown fiesta. The last thing they need is another Slateport, which is what makes dealing with some of these idiots so infuriating.

The call of a 'lucky' spawn breaks up the awkwardness of the moment and Fernando trains his pistol at the bird immediately. There will be no routine this time. ZAP CANNON proves way too effective to let up and the moment the bird let's up is the moment it starts to drop.

"Shit. At this rate, sure. At least you listen to reason."

Fernando withdraws his weapon and lets it sit on the crux of his index finger, rotating it carelessly. While Kyle scavenges the prey like a good hunting dog, Fernando keeps an eye for would be poachers.

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