[Private]Satosen Day1: The Tutorial to a new world

Syn chuckled in the shadows of the building. N00bs. Look at the way they walked, she bet none of them had anything worth stealing, other then their pitiful one bar stats. She watched as a new guy popped in and checked his menu. Bah, he doesn't even know the shortcuts. But he looked worth teasing, bullying around a bit. She grinned, which put more of an eerie look on her face, seeing how she was literally covered by a cloak, and was standing in the shadows.

She casually walked into the crowds, following the young man. So clueless. He did seem to feel her presence at least a little bit, which will eventually lead to his doom. Or his loss of stats. Doom did sound much better then stats. That just ruined her mood. Sighing slightly, he passed by him, nudging him slightly. Nope, no real-money-coins, no coins, just a point in each stat. Quickly taking all his points, she swerved away from him, still following to see how he reacts. Did the GM say that she shouldn't steal stats? She really couldn't remember, not that she really cared. That guy was an ass anyways.

She brought her attention back on her prey. Hehe, she thought, this is going to be fun.

Syn giggled. "Ohhhhh he's trying to keep his cool. Hmmm what else should i take? His equipment? Nah that would be cruel. But he doesn't need that sword, he could punch pigs to death." she mumbled, pulling her cloak closer to her to keep people from getting caught in it. "Or I can lure him into a dungeon and see how he fairs." Oh that founded fun. She grinned, almost skipping now. She walked up to him again, this time with a piece of paper which had the words "Hello hehe, going to take your stuff again~" on it, and gently swapped it with his sword. People really shouldn't keep weapons openly equipped, even if it is set as default. She stepped back and watched again.

This time, however she made sure she stayed in sight, her beast cat hears wiggling beneath her hood to perhaps get his attention. She muttered the keyword "map" and "dungeon" to shortcut to a list of dungeons nearby. Selecting one with a high level boss, (might as well grind a bit after teasing this guy) she began to head in its general direction, slowing down just enough, hoping the guy would follow.

Syn sighed. "I guess I went overboard. " She mumbled, and pulled off a ring. It glistened for a moment, then her stats dropped a few hundred levels. "Myup should have left this behind. Too tempting. " A message popped up in a window, flashing furiously at her.
"GODDAMIT SYN HOW MANY TIME DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO USE YOUR BETA RING!! I AM LOCKING THAT, OKAY? OH WAIT YOU DONT GET A SAY IN THIS. GO SEND THAT POOR GUY SOME STUFF SERIOUSLY. ILL SEND YOU HIS USERNAME AND THINGS. OH whoops capslock. anyways go return his things, maybe add in a spear or something. but seriously, that was overboard. REALLY. OKAY"

Syn sighed, and dropped the ring, as well as the stolen items into a small vortex attached to the notice. So much for a new start. She was practically "cheating" from the start. The vortex spat back out her ring, this time with a chain on it. Welp. That'll keep her in check for a while. She reopened her map, and finding the nearest mailbox, created a package with 100 coins, ticket for the sword and stats, and a note saying "Yeah sorry about that, went overboard. Won't happen again! -syn" and chucked it in. She sighed, still feeling quite guilty. Time to start getting to those dungeons.

Syn perked up at the sight of a centaur staring at her. She seemed new, maybe some one to steal from. No, she told herself shaking her head slightly. It was bad enough she stole someone's beginner goods. And probably scared them away. "yes?" she asked the centaur cautiously. Maybe they needed help, and she can actually do something helpful for once.

Syn in her mind, however was on a completely different topic. She was still drowning in guilt. She had sent the n00b guy half of her coins that she had on her, and the stuff she stole, but she just. felt. bad. She needed to write a note. A sorry note. Those usually worked, but they were offline. She couldn't just leave them a message could she? That would be weird, and they would see her full username as the sender. She began to blank out into a panicking frenzy in her head. Perhaps a theif class wasn't the best for her.

October 17th. That was the date on the Mind-Link headset.
"Some birthday this is." Satoru got up from the cushion he was lying down on. Taking off his headset, he walked into the kitchen to make some tea. Pouring himself some Barely tea, he once again read the note that was left on the table.
"Satou-chan, sorry I can't make it home tonight! The office is chaining me down because some employees took the day off for the game that I'm giving you! As much as I don't want you staying in the house all day, go nuts and have fun! This is your day! ILY <3<3<3
- Mom"
"This is my day... huh" Satoru shoved the note into his pocket.

Staring at the headset, it's no wonder that Mom's co-workers took the day off. This was the brand new VRMMO that hit the market.
Even the cafe Satoru worked part-time at insisted that he had his birthday off to dive into this fantasy.
He opened the manual that came with the game again.
Scanning through the flashy text, the images of pixelated monsters exploding, there was nothing about stealing stats or default weapons.
"Is this a bug?" He looked at the game cover. "YOU START UP COLLAPSED REALITY"
This reality was started up by people who wanted to escape the hardships of the real world. But did that mean that this virtual reality bring the cold experiences from the real world too?
"What is there I can do?"
Wait. On the promotional videos, weren't there players who could attack other players in "safe havens"?
"Berserkers. Thats what they were called." It seemed like the perfect class for Toxic players to harass newcomers.
"If this world is going to be cruel as reality, then its no longer a healthy escape from our daily lives" he said aloud.
Satoru put on the helmet, booting up the game.
*Ping ping, Whooooosh*
The sound effects played, the star-filled sky rendered, and his pixelated body reconstructed itself.
If people were going to harass the weak, then he was going to do something.

He was going to punish the harassers

Why did he feel taller? Satosen looked down. He was standing on a horse. No not a horse. A centaur. Half-man, half horse.
"Nevermind. This game is more detached from reality than I expected." Satosen thought.The female Centaur stared at him frighteningly, as if he was going to sit down on her back and yell "High-ho silver, Away!"
Embarrased as he jumped off the centaur, he looked back and said a hurried "sorry" and began running down the street.
After running a couple blocks, he stopped. "How DO I become a Berserker anyway?"
Dammit. He wasn't this scatterbrained.
"Ok Satoru, think. If you wanted to be a special class, who do you ask? Where do you go?"
He opened up the menu. If the map should tell him where the most populated areas were, he would be able to listen in on other players, and possibly catch someone else wanting to be a Berserker.
"SYNETHIS HAS SENT YOU A PACKAGE" The text popped up the moment he opened his menu.
Inside the package was 100 coins, a in-game ticket for a new sword and stats, and a note. "Yeah sorry about that, went overboard. Won't happen again! -syn"
What was with this player? Did he just toy with players, then return their items like nothing happened? Even the initial "syn" looked a little too much like "Sin".
"No. Forget about him. Find the populated areas."
There. The plaza. Green masses of players were there. It was a great meet-up spot.
He set a waypoint, used the two tickets for stats and sword, and closed the menu.
"Time to get running"

"Cant say know, but I may or may not have bullied him a bit. WHICH I DO REGERET i will say, but yknow. went overboard. " She shrugged, unsure what else to say. "Probably hates me now but.." she trailed off not wanting to continue. She fidgeted slightly, and then pulled her hood down. Her ears twitched slightly. "I'm off to a dungeon then."