Volnado is flanked by Wainwright
and Shizaboom. Torcano moves to the front of the group. “I thought we were
avoiding each other.” He asked.
Volnado smiled. ‘This is a
special occasion.”
“Do tell.” Toracano requested.
“You violated the terms of your
Game Master Employment contract.” Volnado accused. Torcano looks like he just
got slapped. “You have repeatedly used your abilities and powers to grant
advantages and favors to players that they haven’t earned. Mainly the players
standing behind you.”
Volnado gestured to the rest of the group.
Shizaboom took half a step
forward. “After revie –“ Volnado held up his hand to silence Shizaboom.
Shizaboom not only went silent but stepped back a full step.
Volnado waited a moment, dropped
his hand and then continued. “After reviewing your activity logs the management
team has decided to remove your status as a Game Master and deactivate your
account.”
The entire group is shocked.
Torcano moves to rebut but Volnado waves his hand and Torcano disappears. “Good
bye brother.”
Bob gets into Volnado’s face. “What
the hell is your problem Volnado?”
Volnado glares down at Bob. “Funny,
I thought you of all people would have enjoyed watching that.”
“I didn’t want him turning into
what you’ve clearly become.” Bob shot back.
The two groups have gathered a bit
of a crowd. Volnado shook his head. “Torcano was never going to be as good at
this as I am. It was only out of respect for our connection that I let him get
away with as much as he did. He never really cared about the game, at least,
not like we do Bob. He was always more concerned with Impressing his friends.
And now without him I suspect your little club is lost, unable to compete. What
will you do without a fifth member?”
A horn sounds and the crowd
gathering turns their attention to the opening ceremonies of the clan wars. Volnado
turns and moves forward through the crowd, the other two Game Master’s in tow. The
gang looks at each other in complete shock.
Stygian clenches his fist. “Damn
it.”
Blackout shakes his head. “There
has to be someone who hasn’t joined a clan yet.”
“Any idea how we find them in the
next ten minutes?” Bob asked.
The group watches the opening
ceremonies, a huge digital fireworks show is lighting up the sky. The group is
looking up and the light reflects off their faces.
“Well one thing is clear.” Trart
says.
“What’s that?” Stygian asks?
“Begun the Clan Wars have.” Trart smiles at his own joke. Bob slaps him upside the back of his head. “Ow, right, sorry…sorry.” Trart apologized.
