1 And it all started.

"Haaa... I don't even know where to start with this story, but here goes nothing, I guess." A man with a strange looking armor said while trying to hold firmly a wooden jug which was up to the edge of a dark brown liquid, presumably beer.

"It all started one night at a certain moment I felt very sleepy as every day after my work I went home.

The man said pausing momentarily and drinking from the pitcher.

He then lowered the pitcher, leaving it on the wooden table.

"But that night, that night, everything was different." The man continued to tell as his expression gradually changed from one of tranquility to one of concern.

"The air was different, everything seemed unreal and finally when I fell asleep and woke up, Boom, I got here..." The man said making a few strange signs with his hands.

"The first thing I came across was a damn forest...HIC...and some damn wolves, but the good Deagle worked very well on them...hehe." The man said pulling out a gun that was wrapped around his waist in a shoulder strap.

"This little girl here opened beautiful holes in the skulls of those wolves as if they were made of jelly...hehe...HIC." The man was clearly drunk, but at the same time sober enough to tell a story.

"Afterwards, those strange fucking armored brats stood in front of me and started demanding my things and instantly and with nothing else to say, Boom, Boom, Boom, a bullet for each one...HIC" The man continued saying the events that had occurred to him.

"The funny thing is that they tried to attack me with swords and knives and axes...hehe, but it's nothing that old Kalashnikov couldn't handle." The man said showing an Ak-47 which was decorated with camouflage paint, a telescopic sight, a silencer, and a grenade launcher.

"Excuse me, friend, I'm going to pour myself another drink." The man said standing up and heading for a barrel on which another man was leaning, who had armor and had a hole in his head.

The man in the strange white armor proceeded to fill his jug and drink it in one drink and then throw the empty jug to the ground observing all the surrounding corpses.

"Damned, bandits, dirty sons of bitches." The man said while taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting a match on the metal arm of his armor.

"...." The man watched in silence the total disaster that had remained after having shot everyone who had been inside that bar, which was coincidentally a bandit base as well.

"I guess there's nothing left to do here... for now I think I'll get out of here..., but not before without taking away their valuable things." The man said starting to check one by one the corpses that were on the floor.

Although they all had metal armors none of them presented to have anything or remotely valuable some of them even had a couple of golden teeth and some fangs of wild animals in their pockets, with the intention of owning them as trophies or being used to be sold as trinkets.

There was nothing good, more than food and alcohol, but he had already drunk and eaten to the fullest, but that didn't matter much.

"Come on, John, let's get out of here. There's nothing left to do." The man said to himself, but not before breaking the huge barrel which was full of beer causing it to spill on the floor.

"Perfect, now only remains, the fire," John said holding with the tip of his fingers the cigarette throwing it to the ground which was covered with beer.

The fire almost instantly took hold and began to consume the whole place, burning all evidence of what had happened.

John stayed a bit away from the place watching as the wooden structure collapsed within minutes of being burned from the inside.

"What a pathetic structure," John said turning and leaving as he recharged his gun.

The fierce wind had helped the structure to quickly be consumed by the fire by causing an enormous column of black smoke to rise through the sky, informing anyone of the disaster that had occurred.

John was aware that the smoke would attract someone's attention, so he decided to escape quickly from that place, taking the path he had marked in the forest in the hope of getting somewhere, what he didn't know was that he was being watched by someone who couldn't be seen.

"I guess I won't get to work in time tomorrow, huh?" John said putting the AK-47 on the back of his neck holding it with both hands, walking to wherever that road would lead him even hoping to get somewhere before nightfall arrived.

"At least I have everything ready and the game allows me to carry 1,500 kilos of equipment," John said mentioning that exaggerated number, although it was the truth since the game that he frequented his character had a maximum load of 1,500 kilograms, and he never left his things in a personal stash, so he was always ready for any situation.