Player 1

Chapter 6 Level 1(4)
I probably haven't mentioned my love for Artemis.She occasionally uploads screenshots of her characters, and I sometimes (actually always) have them on my hard drive.Her character has a pretty face.In "Oasis", you can often see beautiful characters.But Artemis looks so indistinguishable from the real person that I suspect she was created using a face-scanning tool.Big hazel eyes, black hair, round jawbones, pointed chin, and a silly smile perfectly blend together, tempting daydreams.

Artemis' figure is also different. There are basically two types of female body types in Oasis: thin and slender, or extremely hot (which looks more unnatural in Oasis than in reality).And Artemis is not tall, and she still has a little baby fat, and she feels like she has stepped out of a Rubens[21] painting.

This unrequited love is silly and naive.Seriously, what else do I know about her?Of course, she never revealed her real name.The same goes for age and job.I don't know her real appearance and age. She may be fifteen or fifty. Many hunters don't even think she is a woman.It may be self-numbing, I never doubted her gender.God, the idea that a young girl is actually a big man is too scary.

From the moment I started reading The Poster's Letter, it had become one of the most popular blogs on the Internet.Artemis is also famous, at least in hunter circles.Fortunately, she did not become pretentious because of this, and the article was still as exciting to read as before.In her latest blog, The John Hughes Blues, she does an in-depth analysis of her favourite, the John Hughes youth films.She divided them into two trilogies: the "Rayman's Dream" trilogy ("Sixteen Candles," "Pink Lady," "Wonderful") and the "Teenage Fantasy" trilogy ("The Breakfast Club"). ""Modern Nanny" "Spring is not a day for reading").

Just finished reading this article when the chat window popped up.It's my best friend, Edge (well, the truth is, that's the only friend I have, if you don't count Ms. Gilmore).

Edge: Good morning, man.

Parsifal: All right, man.

Edge: What for?

Parsifal: Look at the webpage, how about you?

Edge: Stupid thing, it's not time for class yet, let's go play in the basement.

Parsifal: Great!right away.

After closing the chat window, I checked the time, and there was still half an hour before class.So, I clicked on an icon that looked like a small door on the edge of the screen, and selected Edge from my friends list.

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Because I was on the whitelist, I logged into the chat room without any problems.The classroom is reduced to a window that slides to the bottom right of the screen, allowing people to still observe the outside world.Everything else in view belongs to Edge's chat room.I appeared at the door at the top of the stairs.This door doesn't lead anywhere, it's just a texture and cannot be opened.This chat room is not directly under the oasis, but an independent simulation process-yes, a virtual world within a virtual world.My character isn't actually in the chat room, he just "appears" there. "Wade Three" or "Parsifal" are still in the world history classroom, and they seem to be resting with their eyes closed.From this perspective, entering the chat room is a bit like using a double body technique.

Edge called his chat room "The Basement," and it was designed in an '80s style.Old movie and comic posters plaster the wooden walls.In the center of the room stood the RCA TV, Bedman VCR, CD player, and a couple of Progenitor-level video game consoles.The bookshelves along the back wall were filled with RPG publications and old Dragon magazines.

A chat room this big wasn't cheap, but Edge could afford it.As one of the most powerful fighters in Oasis, whether it is the death arena or the capture the flag arena, his performance makes opponents turn pale when they talk about it, lest they avoid it.He made a lot of money by live broadcasting PVP competitions, and even Artemis was not as famous as him.

In recent years, the basement has become a high-level club for hunters.Edge only grants access to those he approves of, so being invited to the basement is a huge honor, especially for a little guy like me who's only three levels up.

As I descended the stairs, I saw several other groups of hunters hanging out, all of different shapes: human, cyborg, demon, dark elf, Vulcan (Vulcan), and a few vampires.Most of them huddled against the old arcade machine against the wall; others stood by the old jukebox (now playing Duran Duran's "Wild Children"), rummaging through the stacked Mountains of tapes.Edge lay on one of the three benches in the room, arranged in a U-shape in front of the TV.The god of war appears to be a white male, tall, broad-shouldered, with black hair and brown eyes.I once asked him if he looks like this in real life, and he replied jokingly: "Yes. But real people are more handsome."

He looked up at me as we walked past, then grinned with that famous Cheshire cat grin[26]. "Z! How are you, buddy?" He patted me with his right hand, and directed me to sit on the opposite stool.Edge called me "Z" when we first met.He likes to use single letters to address people, and even uses "H" for himself.

"What's the matter, Humpty?" I asked.This is a little game between us.I always call him something that starts with an H, like Harry, Harper, Henry, or Hogan.Because he once told me that his real name starts with "H".Edge was also a Luders student at No. [-] Secondary School, just across from our school.

We met almost three years ago.I bumped into him that weekend while wandering some hunter chat room.We hit it off almost immediately.This is of course due to the same passion: we all care about Halliday and his easter eggs.After only a few minutes of chatting, I realized that Edge was a formidable character.He is a top hunter with outstanding logical analysis ability and extensive knowledge.In terms of knowledge about the 80s, what he has mastered is not only the old things that everyone says, but also some details that are so remote that almost no one knows.He's a true Halliday researcher, and apparently he found the same thing in me, so he not only added me as a friend, but also gave me access to the basement.It can be said that I have had the closest friends since then.

Over the years, we developed a friendly competitive relationship.Edge and I both believed we would be first on the scoreboard, so we've been secretly competing with each other in various ways.But more often we will do research together.For example, in this chat room, he and I watched countless 80s bad movies and episodes together.Of course, we also play games together.Edge is the best all-around player I know, on those classic two-player games - such as "Contra", "Battle Axe", "Double Dragon", "Thunderbolt", "Rogue", and "Rage". - he was almost on par with me.Of course, I am slightly better overall, because I can always beat him to shame in the No.1 shooting game.

I don't know how Edge fares in real life, but I don't think so.Like me, he loves spending every second in Oasis.He's said several times that I'm his best friend, and we've never even met each other offline.I guess he's as lonely as I am.

"What did you do after you left last night?" He handed me the handle.We played around in the basement for a while last night and watched a few Japanese monster movies.

"Nothing." I replied, "Go home and play two arcade games with an emulator."

"waste time."

"Yeah, but I like that, it's cool." I didn't ask him what he did last night, and he didn't say either.He probably went to Jigax, or some other horrible place, and gained some experience for leveling up by completing a few tasks.Edge was able to go to the outside world, but he never laughed at me for not being able to pay the teleportation fee.He also wouldn't offer to lend me money because it would be humiliating to me.This is an unwritten rule among hunters: if the other party is a free hunter, it means that he does not want help from others, no matter who that person is.Hunters looking for cooperation would join the guild, and Edge and I thought the guild was just a gathering place for crooks and half-asseds, and we swore to stick to being free hunters.Edge occasionally discusses the easter egg with me, but he always keeps his words and deeds to a minimum.After all, walls have ears.

We played Tron: Death Spiral [27].After being wiped out by me three times in a row, Edge dropped the handle in frustration and picked up a copy of "Star Chronicle"[28] from the floor. I recognized Rutger Hauer on the cover[29] , and the background of the poster of "Legend of Eagle Wolf" [30].

""Star Chronicle"?" I raised my chin towards the magazine.

"Yeah. I downloaded these magazines from Brood Never Landing Issue 31. This one introduces Ewoks: The Battle for Endor."

"The stupid TV series in 1985," I recalled the relevant information, how can I say that I am also a Star Wars fan, "there is no lower limit, the lowest point in the history of Star Wars."

"Hey, you can't say that, anyway, there are two really good plots in it."

"Forget it," I shook my head, "it's worse than the previous 'Businessman in the Eggs', oh yeah, what's the official title of that shit? Ewoks: Merchant Merchant" ?”

Edge rolled his eyes, then went back to his book.He doesn't want to argue.I glanced at the cover of the book, "Hey, did you borrow it from me after reading it?"

He laughed, "Oh? You want to read this article about "Legend of the Eagle and Wolf"?"

"Maybe."

"Yeah, you like looking at garbage so much?"

"Fuck off, Edge."

"How many times have you seen this idiot thing? It's only twice with me." It's really wicked.He knew that I had re-watched "Legend of the Eagle and Wolf" more than 20 times.

"Fool, I let you watch it for your own benefit." I inserted another game disk and started playing "Sky Crashed"[32]. "Just wait and see, one day you'll thank me for it. The Legend of the Eagle Wolf is the best."

"Best" is a hunter's term for Halliday's favorite movies, books, games and songs.

"That's a cold joke," Edge said.

"I'm not joking, it's from the bottom of my heart."

He lowered the magazine and leaned forward. "Halliday definitely doesn't like Griffin."

"Where's the evidence?" I asked.

"Because he is a man of taste."

"That would explain to me why he keeps The Eagle and Wolf on CD and VCR." The Anola Almanac lists all of Halliday's collection of films.We all have this list in our head.

"He's a rich man! He's got a million movies, and he hasn't seen most of them! He's got "Astro Boy" and "Kings and Monsters." Will he see those? Obviously. He doesn't take them seriously, silly hat."

"Smart man, your words are untenable." I replied, "How can I say that "Legend of Eagle Wolf" is also a classic of the 80s."

"That's nonsense! Where is the classic? Those swords are wrapped in tin foil at a glance. The synthesized sound effects are even more shit. What kind of garbage did Alan Parsons make! Crawl away "The Far Away" is rubbish, and "Highlander 2" is even more rubbish among rubbish."

"Hey!" I pretended to hit him in the face with the handle, "Stop spitting! The cast of "Garina" alone is already amazing! Roy Batty! Forress Beeler! And The guy who played Professor Falcon in War Games! I remember his name! John Wood! This is his second time with Matthew Broderick!"

"Everyone's career has a low point, but they just happened to get together." He had a smirk on his face.When it comes to old movies, we go on and on.This caught the attention of the other hunters in the room, who swarmed around us in twos and threes.These guys love to hear us argue and our conversations are always fun.

"You elm-headed man!" I yelled. "The director of Eagle Wolf is fucking Richard Donner! He also made The Goonies and Superman! You call him rubbish? "

"I don't even care if it's directed by Spielberg. That super sick sword-and-sorcery scene, and the only genre film with worse special effects than that is...fucking 'Ranger'. I think people who liked The Eagle and Wolf would probably let the Department of Agriculture give out an Oscar."

Laughter came from all around, and I felt a little uncomfortable.I'm a big fan of The Ranger, and Edge knows it.

"Oh, so I'm an idiot? Then you're an Ewok fan!" I snatched the Star Journal from him and slapped it against the wall, where a copy of Revenge of the Jedi Knight was taped. ", "I guess you think your knowledge of Ewoks can help you find Easter eggs?"

"Stop mentioning Endor, dude," he held up a forefinger, "I'm going to make you look good sooner or later. I swear." Of course, the threat was just a casual one, so I'm going to Pull it further.Maybe it's a good idea to talk to him more about Endor.But at this moment, someone appeared on the stairs. I-Locke, a piece of trash.I snorted coldly. I-Rock and Edge go to the same school and sometimes take classes together.I don't know why Edge allowed him into the basement. I-Rock claims to be an excellent hunter, which is pure bragging.Although he spent a lot of time traveling around the oasis, doing quests, and leveling, he actually didn't understand anything.He also wields a plasma rifle the size of a sled all the time, even in places like chat rooms where PKs are impossible.This guy has absolutely no concept of manners.

"Are you guys fighting over Star Wars again?" he said as he walked down the stairs, pushing away the crowd around us. "It's you shit again, yo."

I turned to Edge, "Don't you think it's time to clear the whitelist?" Then, I restarted the console and started a single-player game.

"Shut up, dick bastard!" I-Rock loves to call me. "Everyone knows I'm a good character! Right, Edge?"

"No." Edge rolled his eyes, "It should be said this way: you are almost as powerful as my grandma. Oh yes, she has passed away."

"Fuck you, Edge!"

"Wow, I-Rocke," I said, "you always raise the bar for our conversations. This place is so bright because of you."

"Sorry to scare you, poor bastard," I-Rock said, "Aren't you supposed to beg in Incipio?" He reached for the other handle, but I threw it away Gave it to Edge.

He glared at me, "You dick thing."

"Second goods."

"Dumb? You deserve to call me a dick?" He turned to the crowd. "This idiot has to ride to Castle Greyhawk so he can kill goblins for a few coppers! And he calls me a dick." !"

(End of this chapter)