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Beady Buyer (2-28-18)


Flash Fiction Prompt- Location: This Illustration By Deviantart user Bejzar! | Object: Some glass beads. [Link to post.]


"This is one of the smaller markets," Jake said. He guided Ms. Carlson, a prospective business partner, through the crowd of digital people. 

"It feels so real," Ms. Carlson said as strangers bumped her shoulders left and right. She inhaled deeply. "I smell meat cooking." Jake stopped walking to turn and smile at her. 

"You can eat it too. Like most games you'll get a food buff," he said. "But in the AlterNet you can also savor the flavor and texture." Jake turned forward and kept leading Ms. Carlson through dense forest of people, pushing NPCs out of his way. Like trees, they only moved when you forced them to. He led her to a clearing. The booths were still manned, but the meandering crowd seemed to avoid the small area. Ms. Carlson found Jake stopped in front of a young purple headed girl's booth.

The young girl seemed in charge of the booth. She sat on a high wooden stool overlooking a short wooden table. Barrels on the table held mounds of glass beads in different shapes and colors. 

"Hi," Jake said to the girl. 

"Oh an adventurer! If you're interested in some beads how about a trade? The goblin prince stole my lucky glass bead, if you bring it back to me, I'll reward you handsomely." Jake nodded, then turned to face Ms. Carlson. 

"Now I'll show you how combat and quests work," Jake said. He waded through the crowd towards the exit.  










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