Electronic Communication (Nanako) Jun 21, 2017 1:32:21 GMT
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jun 21, 2017 1:32:21 GMT
Normally, this was one of Elliot's favorite days. Sure, the current raid in WoW had been going on for what felt like an eternity, but there was still so much to enjoy. The gameplay was fun, at least in Elliot's books. Isaac might've rolled his eyes and called it repetitive, but it at least had Elliot hooked. There was also a rarity in Elliot's life, excitement and adventure without the ever-present fear of death! Was it sad that the Digital World had him thinking about that? Probably.
The most important thing to Elliot, however, was a chance to kick back and relax with friends. He had been playing with his current guild for almost two years now. By now, they had gone from distant acquaintances to some of his closest online friends. He may not have seen them every day like his school friends, but he still spent boatloads of time with them. He was every bit as bright and sunny on voice chat as he was in his day to day life, and there were even some he felt comfortable enough with to fret over their problems when they were feeling down. While he did a passable job at leadership as the guild's secondary tank, the main thing he was known for was his constant drive to brighten everyone's day.
That made it all the more odd that he played with his mic muted today.
Frankly, as hard as Elliot was trying to see the bright side in life, his brother's disappearance was making that really difficult. Food didn't taste as good anymore. His grades were starting to slip, if a few missed or half-assed homework assignments were enough to count as a proper slip. He hadn't even been to the Digital World since that fateful day! At this point Elliot was just hoping he could distract himself from all of these emotions in a tried-and-true method; holing up, watching cartoons, and playing craptons of video games.
Unfortunately, it wasn't working. Not even hearing how happy his guild was to see him was helping Elliot with his sorrows. He certainly wasn't as snappy with his jokes as usual, only making a half-hearted few before deciding to just mute his microphone. His playing ability had gone down as well. He missed his cue on taunt swaps by a precious few seconds, and at once point had completely botched a normally obvious fight mechanic. A few apologies in guild chat were basically the most he could do. What was he supposed to say? "An extradimnesional slime monster turned my brother into an imp and sealed him in a parallel world?" That would just get him laughed at for sure!
No. He had to keep playing. His guild needed him, even if he wasn't at 100%. And maybe, just maybe, he could push through the crushing ennui and find the happiness he was after.