The Achievement Junkie Chapter 1 The Last Achievemen

Chapter 1 The Last Achieven

"Hurry up! Crypt Lord Duorda will erge any minute! If you need to heal or swap equipnt, now's the ti," the squadron commander yelled to the hundred-man army.

Every player quickly checked their statuses and acted accordingly. Almost everyone clustered around the clerics and dics, waiting for their turns to be fully healed. In the anti, they all checked their storages and began to switch armors and weapons, trying their best to counter the imminent threat specializing in death magic.

The squadron commander looked over his hundred-man army with pride before turning towards the ten assigned party leaders to relay commands. "Rember that we must be vigilant, be ready for anything."

"Oh, co on. Lighten up," joked the third party leader, boasting bulky armor and a war hamr bigger than his head.

"Quiet, pay close attention to everything," the commander was already scanning the army yet again. "You all know of the real threat we face. Didn't you check the achievent board this morning?"

So party leaders were startled as they rembered, others just looked around and waited for soone to explain. The seventh party leader spoke up, "That fiend only has a single achievent left."

"What!?" the ignorant third party leader yelled as he finally caught on. "You can't be serious? But that's imposs—"

"It's true," the squadron commander confird. "Any guess as to what his last one might be?"

The bulky party leader shrunk back as he guessed, "None for all, all for none?" When the commander nodded, the tank party leader ran back to the others yelling, "Hurry up! Don't waste any ti!"

Suddenly, dark mist shrouded everything and everyone, circling the tomb and marking the boss's arrival. Unlucky for everyone there, the randomized tir favored the dungeon boss and caught everyone off guard.

"Get in formation, what are you doing!?" the commander was furious at the terrible timing but could only move the plans forward without a second thought. "Tanks surround him! Archers and mages form an outer ring! Clerics and dics hide behind the archers and buff our soldiers! Stay in mid-range, anything long range can be countered by the black mists!"

Everyone followed orders and listened to their respective party leaders as they took control and assaulted the risen crypt lord. The grind to dwindle the boss' health went fairly smoothly as the boss reached critical health, where he'd be buffed and his attack's beca randomized.

"Careful everyone! Get closer and avoid the mist! It's toxic and will drain your HP!" the commander reminded everyone of Crypt Lord Duorda's crit abilities. "Every attack he makes will drain your life and heal him, so watch it!"

The tanks were running low on stamina and skill points, doing their best to keep the boss from moving. Clerics and dics worked overti to replenish everyone's skill points and health, not focusing on anyone in particular but maintaining the general health of the squadron just above the red.

"Hey! What are you doing?" a dic party leader yelled at a dic that broke formation and ran towards the tank. Many people hesitated at the sight, resulting in a timing issue of the once steady stream of attacks. What caught everyone off guard was what the run-away dic was wearing.

The squadron commander's eyes flared in fury. He imdiately turned his bow away from the boss and toward the mad dic. "Archers and mages shoot him! That's a full set of Leeroy Jenkins' Battle Plate, the legendary 'kamikaze armor!'"

All eyes were on the rogue dic and all sixty-five archers and mages aid. Despite the tension, the tanks felt with the boss and the fear in the eyes of the squadron, the rouge dic wore a smile as he reached the inner circle and easily squeezed past the occupied tanks. He dove at the crypt lord and yelled, "I've done it!"

Before anyone could finish him off, the 'kamikaze armor' was activated. Bright white light flashed across each of the hundred players' screens, blinding everyone from the battlefield. Three seconds passed before it faded, and everyone was left staring at the desolate catacombs. Nobody was left, not even the crypt lord. All that remained were the boss drops, left freely for whoever passed by the boss floor next. The last achievent, "None For All, All For None," had been achieved.

"YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!" only a single gar out of the hundred was excited beyond belief. "Finally!!! I did it!" Unlike the others, his screen didn't return to show him the empty battlefield. It cleared up to the now full achievent board. In bright gold, his gar tag, Jack_J, stood at the top in spectacular fashion.

Seeing it in such a glorious fashion, he rembered how much more he preferred that character over his real-world identity, Jackson Jones the twenty-two-year-old high school janitor. With thousands of hours clocked in "A Hero's Tale," he genuinely wished to leave reality behind for his fantasies.

After a few minutes in awe of the achievent, he tried to click back to the ho screen but wasn't able to. Instead, a highly decorated ssage from the ga's creators covered the screen. Jackson read it carefully, anticipating so insane gift to be given.

"It is our honor to congratulate you Jack_J the Achievent Junkie for your accomplishnts. Your countless hours of heroics have culminated in such grandeur that it is impossible to fully describe in words.

"As promised, we offer you this unique quest that will allow you to further dive into fantasy and escape your dismal reality. May you always adventure with heroics in mind."

At the bottom of the ssage was a button to open his new quest. Without hesitation, Jackson led his mouse towards it and clicked it eagerly. To his shock, he was being electrocuted by his mouse and computer. His muscles spasd and his eyes flinched in pain. He could move away from the keyboard and could only watch as his screen faded to white and lit his entire room, blinding him from the old bowls of instant ran and soda cans scattered across the worn-out studio apartnt.

It wasn't clear when Jackson ca to, he slowly opened his eyes and rubbed his face awake. Slowly he looked around himself to realize he was no longer in his apartnt, or alone. He was laid out on a cold stone floor in the midst of what looked like a summoning circle from "A Hero's Tale." Outside the circle stood a small crowd of people with amazent in their eyes.

"What the..?" mumbled Jackson as he slowly stood up.