The Silent Affair
Her name was Renneque. She was probably a man. We met in the dark, gloomy woods of Gloamwood. Aptly named, I thought. She was fighting the undead; so was I. I clicked a button and we formed a group, becoming one without ever saying a word, a single, cohesive fighting force of man/woman death.
Like a mind reader, she read my mind, following me from kill to kill. Like a mind reader, I checked my quest journal and found the quests she needed to complete. We made beautiful, virtual, synthetic strokes of slaughter through the hordes of undead that opposed us. Quest after quest after quest fell before us. We were mighty indeed, a dynamic duo of silent avengers, hell bent on pumping up our exp bars.
We didn’t need to speak. Speaking was for fools and QQ kids and players of MMOs from the first decade of the 21st century. We had surpassed speaking like the homosapien had surpassed the neanderthal. We were a new breed of gamer, distant yet close, apart yet together. It’s 2011 and this was grouping.
We came to our final quest together. I looked at our enemy and pointed with my big sword. She said nothing. I charged forward and engaged our target in mortal combat. She joined the carnage. In a blink of an eye it was all over. I spoke my first words, “Nice work”. “Yep”, she replied. In was enough. We disbanded and parted ways. I never saw her again.
So this is for you, Renneque, my silent partner, to remember our beautiful moment together. If we ever meet again, please don’t say hello.