I didn't log in right away.
After what I've heard… what I've seen and jerked off to. I lay in bed for an hour, face buried in my pillow, my brain doing that static-buzz thing where it tries to process something way above its paygrade.
My whole body wanted to scream, laugh, cry, and vomit all at the same time, so instead I just stared at the wall, drooled a little, and then decided, yep, I'm logging in, sleep is for the weak.
So at 12:30 A.M—30 mins until the raid—,with the house still as silent as a graveyard and my nerves fried, I slipped back into Darkmoon Adventure VR.
The world blinked into existence around me as I took a deep breathe.
The forest air was cool and damp as ever, the moonlight glittering off leaves, the faint, constant murmur of players setting up their camps a few clicks ahead like ants in the undergrowth amused thou.
