[Shenandoah]

((I forgot to mention, if a weapon is broken, all the Player has to do is un-summon it and then re-summon it to be fixed. Also, the weapons have an effect on regular objects [such as signs, buildings, whatnot], but they can't affect regular people. And the monsters are whatever you want them to be, so you can get imaginative.))

The sun slipped below the horizon. Shadows separated and formed monsters. It was showtime. Rick saw a cockroach the size of a cat scurry out with its friends from a nearby alleyway. With a flourish, the weight of his hammer fell into his dominant hand where the bracelet that insured his life and health at the end of each night rested. It was a deceptively simple bracelet. Six crystals caught on a leather band was tucked just inside his sleeve as it had slipped there while he lifted his hand up.

Instinctively, he provided more leverage on his hammer, grabbing the other end to balance out the weight more easily and provide a stronger slam when the time came. And the time was now.

He smashed the first one with the ease of someone batting a fly with the flyswatter, but the rest scurried faster, intent on getting some of the meat on his bones. They were disgusting creatures, he thought, but it was his fault. He knew that they were normally in this area. And a little further down the road, evil Venus Fly Traps crawled around on spindly vines, snapping at you with 'mouths' filled with digestive juices. And if you killed them, Labrador sized rabbits would come out to eat them and bite you while they were at it.

Engaged with the enemy now, Patrick settled on taking out these bugs before moving on. It was never a bright idea to stay in one place too long while playing the Game. After all, there was a higher risk of meeting something that was way bigger than you, like the bosses from stupid RPG games on the PlayStation.

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Robby had chosen to brightly avoid the roof tops. Commonly, she knew, there were snakes and crows up there. Crows she could deal with, even if they were bombarding her and pecking at her. She was terrified of snakes, though, and only went to the rooftops if she had no other choice.

She traveled, hoping to find someone from the Game she could team up with. Weapons could affect other Players, but rarely was there a Player that sought the life of another Player. In fact, Robyn had never heard of Players attacking one another. However, she did meet a person once that claimed to have been attacked by another. Of course, the guy had been a bit paranoid (okay, a lot paranoid) so she couldn't substantiate his claim.

When the sun dropped, she had summoned her bow and felt the comforting weight of the quiver on her back. Naturally, the thing didn't automatically refill every time she took a shot, but she could always get more arrows by simply un-summoning and re-summoning her bow. The quiver always reappeared full. Robyn got a few odd looks from passerby as she had both hands on her bow, an arrow nocked and ready. The placement of her hands without anything in them (according to said passerby) could be considered odd, as was the way her hair was pressed into her back and not free swinging due to the quiver pinning it.

She knew she looked like a right crazy, but weapons only affected those that were apart of the Game. And if anyone was to try to touch the bow in her hands that wasn't a part of it, their hands would go through. Robyn figured she now lived on two planes of existence. One that was 'normal' and the one she was exclusively in while it was daylight... and then she had her feet planted in two different places when the sun went down. The world of 'normal' and the world of the 'Game'.

Shaking her head slightly, she came out of her musings only to freeze at the sound of low, menacing growling.