ham sammich [c]

Jack wasn't exactly fond of quests, lots of work for usually very little payout. Sure, in some games they led to some nice new things, like plot or sweet loot, but most of the time in his experience, it led to another quest, and another and so on and so forth. It all seemed like menial tasks to him, kill this weak mob that's terrorizing such and such, or go here and pick up an item that's needed for other things. To him, it was rather boring, but here in these circumstances, he couldn't afford to take that kind of perspective with it. They needed to quest, to kill mobs, and keep at it for the experience.

Because in here, death had a tangible connotation.

It hadn't ever truly dawned on him how such a small slap on the wrist for a video game was supposed to mean something. Though that was likely due to the fact that death wasn't permanent in most video games. You could load up a save, punch in a password, toss a bit of coin at a religious site, or just walk back to your corpse to undo such, usually without anyone the wiser to what happened to you. Not here though. Here the rules were much the same as real life. Die in the game, you die in real life. These thoughts continued to linger in his mind since the announcement about them, never quite gone, despite all of the distractions.

As she spoke to him, he'd seem to snap back to reality slightly, trying to minimize the fact he was off thinking about things other than the quest at hand. He'd play it cool, giving a simple, lighthearted response "Yea, maybe they'll drop bacon or something. Would be a nice start to cooking. Well, once I get the things i need for it anyways." As he spoke, he'd begin to walk alongside her, keeping his thoughts off of other things for now.