Jeremiah was reading chat again, laughing to himself. Like hardcore laughing by himself reading chat.

Mantequilla: Palestine is an apartheid state

Vadim: palestine failed and conquer state

Jeeves: quiet zionist troll

Mantequilla: jeeves is a liberal *****

Jeeves: never

Jeeves: I’m a socialist

Jeeves: Liberals are *****ed

Vietgnome: lol

Jeeves: they think the market works

Vadim: if they want palestinian state they can move to Jordan ok

Jeeves: and that it’s all coming back around eventually

Jeeves: drinking that trickle down drop reagans *****

Mantequailla: Socialism is *****ed

Jeeves: socialism is stealing our ***** back

Sweetly, Discreetly: can you guys shut the ***** up

Sweetly, Discreetly: holy *****

The Herbalist: amen

Mantequilla: socialism is a system of tyranny

Mantequilla: capitalism is freedom

Rolo The Destroyer: why is freedom

The Herbalist: so buy some GME, have a cokeu and a smile and stfu while we fix all this ***** you are bitching about

Vietgnome: can I just live in a forest or something

Quiet Rat 2.0: no no no anarchy is freedom

Elite Ya Yeet: boot lickers be like “capitalism is slavery”

Joe Isuzu: ANAL IS JOY

Mantequila: jeeves believes in tyranny

Mantequilla: socialism has never worked ever

Joe Isuzu: it worked on your mom

Joe Isuzu: left her leaking for weeks

Daddy Matty: why is it that half the servers I join turn to debate servers?

Vadim: Joe Isuzu best night time show host

Joe Isuzu: trolls and morons

JesusKingOfKings: thats the fun of it though

DaddyMatty: I would think the fun comes from playing

Joe Isuzu: for once I agree with ted cruz

Ah G: this is my pet rock

DaddyMatty: not discussing politics

JesusKingOfKings: I mean what else are we gonna talk about

Mantequilla: don’t be a baby

Mantequilla: so sensitive

Mantequilla: socialism is inherintly *****ish

Joe Isuzu: dude troll about something else like holocaust denial or something

Mantequilla: ok

Mantequilla: I gotchu

Jim Lahey: make fun of nativ amercians

David4354: If only Ted cruz sweated this much about his state freezing

Mantequilla: contrary to popular belief Asian Americans are most likely to have a hate crime commited against them by another race

JesusKingOfKings: don’t make fun of nativ amercians it will bite you in the butt

Jim Lahey: sounds hot tbh

JesusKingOfKings: lol

Mantequilla: Asian hate is not recent it was here long before covid

Mantequilla: the liberal agenda is just giving us something new to entertain us

Randy: Natives are *****ed

Mantequailla: natives got *****ed by spaniards

Mantequilla: America is the most tolerant place in the world

captain pouches: sweaties need to back to invasion

Mantequilla: there are only 2 genders

Mantequilla: change my mind

Mantequilla: gender is not a choice

beebin: ^ ^

~E(A)R~: def not a choice

Joe Isuzu: more genders ~ more holes

“Are you even reading chat Goon?” Jeremiah cackled to himself.

“Aw yeah, I’m vibing just with the guy with the pet rock.” The Goon had his sword put away, but if he had it out it felt like he would be twirling it. The Goon was playing around with his hand, if you looked carefully, it was as if there was an invisible sword in his palm.

Jeremiah sighed, exhaling. “Your missing out on competitive politics at its finest.”

“Do you want to make a stop back at town with all this loot?” The Goon questioned, unsure of himself. They had 8 sets of gear from pilliaging Era, the hunting ground.

“Lets take the northern road to Bluecote.” Jeremiah pointing ahead of him.

After a short-while of sprinting they arrived at Bluecote Bank without a hint of an engagement. Once at the bank, Jeremiah shrugged “How do I open the bank Goon? It doesn’t seem too easy.”

“You open up the virtual, holographic keyboard, and type ‘bank’. I know it doesn’t seem intuitive at first but its not hard, I had to ask the cute teller at first.” The Goon waved to the Bank teller at the entrance through the grand double doors leading into the bank.

Jeremiah Swiped vertically from bottom to top while The Goon swiped from top to bottom then selecting the keyboard. “So tell me Goon is this teller a real person? Oh this is easy, I see additional options to deposit, withdraw money, and to convert gold into checks.“

They deposited their additional armors three each, gold into their banks through two menus the inventory and the bank box. It was a 16 by 4 display menus that if you scrolled down was more like a 16 x infinite. The menu auto sorted by default and was easy to use. Just drag n’ drop with your hand. “Oh its a real person alright, shes a beauty *mwah.” The Goon kisses his fingers that were wrapped around his thumb. His hand blooms, opening his fingers away from his fat finger. “By the way do you wanna try out “Tug of War”, and “Objective-Based” gamemodes?”

“Is that by the training grounds? I haven’t checked it out.” Jeremiah puts his hand on his hips at the ready. “I wanna see the dueling first.”

“Okay lets check it out.” They move toward outside to the east of Bluecote, when they run into the another player fulfilling an npc role. The official prophet, town crier.

“God, The Lord of Hosts welcomes you to ‘New Earth’. In this alternate dimension; you shall slay each other, brother on brother, sister on sister, slay lesser well-off folk, slay equally well-off enemies comparable to our great city, and beings not of this world, of great wealth, obtain the magical weapons, armors from out enemies, for our brethren and sisters, and remember... to fear the Lord is to hate the evil way, hes watching you.” The Town crier, Prophet said with arms raised reading from a podium in front of him standing elevated in the middle of the city.