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// The Characters are Chosen (V 2.0) 
// Story: The Band of Invincible Idiots 
// by bluemoon1996 
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Five guys sat about in a Skype chat; four of their browsers covered in various charts and stuff as they worked to making their characters. 

"So are any of you actually close to being done," one of them finally asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm done Miles," Jake stated quietly. 

"Almost finished," the one named Dave replied.

However, the last two, Johnny and Brad, were nowhere near being done. This was Johnny’s first time doing a pen and paper so it was expected that it would take awhile. But in Brad’s case, this was just getting ridiculous. 

"For the love of Pete you been at this for ten minutes! Just pick a damn class Brad!" 

"I'm thinking I'm thinking; hold your goddamn horses," he retorted, "I'm still getting used to all many numb-"

"So Johnny, You going with a changeling?”

"Yeah," he nodded, “the group needs at least one hornhead and who better than best race?”

"Seriously, you always go changeling,” Brad replied, rolling his eyes,” Why don't you use something else like a griffin or a zebra like me?" 

"I like changelings and you know it Brad," he said flatly, "besides we need a stealthy member of the group. And the group is already exotic enough as is; so there is no need for me to play a pigeon.”

"You always play a changeling," Brad said retorted with equal dryness.

"At least, I have the excuse of being new to this. But from what I've heard; you are always a practitioner of the vile arcane.”

“I see someone is channeling Radovid the Fifth,” Dave idly mused as he listened in on the conversation, “when did we arrive in Temeria?” This earned a quiet snicker from Jake as Johnny pouted in an over exaggerated manner

Miles facepalmed, "Oh for the love of... You guys realize I can and might arrange for your deaths, right?"

Both of them laughed. "You wouldn't kill two players right off the bat; that would just screw up the game before it's even started."

"Brad, you seem to have forgotten what happened to Phoenix last game," Miles said giving him a shit eating grin.

His eyes widened as the memory of how his unicorn pyromancer had died in their group's prior game came rushing baсk; the poor guys lost his life after a daemon rip out his nervous system. "Fine," he sighed, "don't wanna have Dinok get his bones ripped out or get a case of the brainworms like Blitzy did before Phoenix.”

“Hey do any of you know where Ryan is?” Jake spoke up, “he was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. I was chatting with him earlier but his call cut out.”

“I got a text from him a little while back saying his Internet crapped out on him due to the weather over there,” Johnny quickly answered. “Said he probably couldn't make it and just to start without him. Weren't you here when I said that?”

“I had to go to the bathroom. But you said something about the weather right?”

“Yeah, apparently he's getting a thunderstorm or something. Knowing California, he's probably on fire now too,” Johnny stated, letting out a little bit of a chuckle. “We may be drier as the Sahara at the moment here in Texas but at least we aren't as screw up as California is.”

"Huh, it's raining up here in Kingston too." Miles mused to himself, leaning back in his chair to look out his window, 

"It's raining here too," Dave said, nodding, in agreement. 

"Okay moving on from the ever intresting topic of the weather," Miles said, "same rules as usual: piss and drink breaks every thirty to forty-five minutes, if you flub rolls I can make this far wor-"

Miles' warning was cut short as lightning cracked through the sky. And just like that they were all gone, leaving only empty chairs and blue screens of death as a faint mad cackle could be heard.