Kerry

Wasted Suns, one of the older and niche MMORPGs on the market. Ever since it's launch, it stayed under the radar, only gaining a surge in popularity when someone posted a video on it. New players flooding onto the post apocalyptic Earth became a sight often reposted on the forums, along with their shenanigans and tendencies. You, of course, weren't exempt from the wave. From the videos posted, it was a competent game centered around party play, featuring a surprisingly detailed damage system and potential for roleplaying.

When you logged in after creating your character, your first view of the city in front of you was surprisingly desolate, and not even the city most new players spawned in. It was still beautiful, but there was no big gear looming over the city, no queue of new players rushing to the normal objectives, no roleplaying in chat. It was silent, apart from the NPCs and ambience. The pop up gives you the notification that you've discovered the Seventh Mile, complete with sound effect and XP distribution.

"Oh, come on!" A voice sounds out from behind your perspective, a girl in a red cloak and cowboy hat slowly coming into view. The username above her head reads Kerry, and she seems to have hit the level cap at seventy. But those stars next to the number look odd. "Great. Someone figured out the server split." She pouts, before straightening up. "Let me guess. You skipped the tutorial, picked the option to go in with a level twenty character, and then picked the lowest capacity world server. Because there's no way anyone below level fifteen should be spawning here!" She gestures with exasperation at you, before shaking her head.

"Guh, whatever. I need to do a run anyways and all the other veterans are busy." Kerry glances above your head. "you, hm? You'll do. Accept the invite." A notification appears in front of you, an invite to Kerry's party.