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[ Now that was rather abrupt. In Mac Anu one second, landing with a oof on the carpeted floor of the Head Admin's... dungeon? The next. The landing sends a jolt of pain through Fandaniel — he hasn't bothered to turn that off because, of course, he wouldn't — and he grimaces, but it's hardly worth a complaint.

No, that's left for, ]

You know, I've been put in time-out by plenty of GMs in the past, but they never bothered with decor. [ He gives a slow look around the dour place from where he remains sitting on the floor, curious, taking in every detail, few though there are. ] Not that you've done much with the place.

[ That isn't what this Hien wanted to hear, he knows, but he's quite the talker. There's no way he cuts right to what the admin wants to know. ]

We could have it simulate the void if you'd like, akin to white torture.

[ Is he serious? It's hard to tell. The tone of his voice sounds dead and monotone, but perhaps that's just his normal way of speaking. ]

Or would you like to be punished like a little kid and write an apology letter instead?

I don't believe that you would.

[ He claims as much as he climbs back to his feet and brushes himself off, out of habit out of necessity. After all, it's a digital world, is there even digital dust to get on himself? Although... Would he? Could he? How would it feel if he did? ]

Though I can't see why you think I should be punished in the first place. [ Done dusting himself off from the fall, he levels his gaze at Hien and offers the head admin a smirk. ] You invited us to test your game, didn't you? I'm doing exactly that.

Testing is one thing, but another is to intentionally cause havoc. You have no remorse and you lie as if you just learned how to speak. Like a baby, who just found a shiny new toy.

[ Hien doesn't stand from the half-chair just yet, but he returns the gaze just as evenly. ]

This is your last chance, fandaniel. Just say that you're genuinely sorry and I will let you go.

[ A moment of silence passes between the two as Hien's troublesome little player rolls over several answers to that in his head. Would this guy hand out a ban this early? Day one? ]

Tch. [ He lets out a faint scoffing sound and plants his hands on his hips, cocking them to one side into a rather annoyed stance, not entirely unlike the huffy child Hien is comparing him to. ] You really are no fun... And what happens if I do not? Am I no longer in the beta?

I'll be generous and allow you to stay in the beta either way, but we'll be keeping an eye on you for any future mishaps.

[ "We". Not him though. He's diligent, but not that diligent. His voice gives off the feeling that he can't be bothered for constant surveillance. That's not where his energy goes. ]

However.

[ He slowly stands from the half-chair. He stands at a height of 5' 10", but that black cloak that ends at his shins and perhaps, his presence, makes him seem a little taller. Maybe that was the look he was going for. ]

I'll still be doling out a punishment for you if you don't genuinely apologize.

[ He doesn't believe fandaniel will though. People don't "apologize" that easily unless threatened. Now that Hien "relaxed" the potential circumstances, he doubts that he'll receive an apology at all.

So is this a test to gauge his reaction? Probably. ]

Oh? Is this the only time I'll get special attention from you?

[ It doesn't take much to be taller than Fandaniel, who stands at 5'6" and will only go lower when he swings his hands back to clasp behind himself and he bows forward some, head tilting to one side and up to keep his eyes on Hien. ]

How disappointing. [ Is it, though? ] Well, if that's the case, I shan't insult us both with a phony apology. It would only turn the stomach. I've no plans on doing anything but testing every iota of your game here in any way I can, so if you want to avoid mischief, you'll need to fix your bugs quicker than I can find them, Hien.

You're not my type.

[ Hien takes several steps towards Fandaniel, but doesn't get too close. Fandaniel is right though--a fake apology would probably irritate Hien even more and he's just really hoping for a chill opening day. His hopes are dashed, but it is what it is. ]

That's also not my job. If CC Corp wants me to fix the bugs, they'll have to pay me double. But at the very least, I can purge it from your system.

[ He raises a staff that definitely doesn't look like it should be called "Summer's Staff". Thanks, weapon skins. Yes, this guy is a Harvest Cleric.

A soft color glows under Hien's feet. ]

Mejuk Cruz.

[ A level 2 AoE wood spell that creates a swirl of sharpened leaves all around Fandaniel is brought to life by the quick casting. Even though the spell could be considered mediocre, his stats makes up for it to give a one-hit KO. Hope Fandaniel turned his pain sensors off or it'll hurt big time. ]

[ Any sarcastic retort he might have about the actual developers keeping up with him will now never be heard because his expression is quick to change when Hien lifts his staff. ]

Wai——!

[ Nope, Fandaniel has absolutely not turned his pain sensors off. Maybe he'll consider it after this! But that'll be a consideration for future him. Current him jerks back in pain as the spell swirls to life around him, arms thrown up as if that might somehow protect him.

His HP is wiped out in one go before he can even do more than let out a gasp, not even a shout, before collapsing on the spot. In the real world, he's definitely cringed back hard enough to overturn his chair, oops. ]

[ RIP. If the headset is still on, Fandaniel will see Hien slowly walking up to him, lowering himself and gently patting Fandaniel's head. His voice is quiet and is almost creepily gentle. ]

Good boy. I look forward to see you behaving from now on.

[ Hien sends him off with an absolutely condescending smile so that Fandaniel can respawn back in Mac Anu. ]

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