Resting by on the grassy fields of AEW, I scratched the lower neck of my new Raccoon. It closed its eyes and purred in pleasure just like cats would. I was the only one who could understand what it wants and says. My guild mates say I’m just crazy. But it didn’t bother me. I loved this adorable Raccoon too much to even care. I called him Monti.

I noticed his ears rotate to the left direction followed by his head turning as if hearing an unnatural twitch in the woods of the Ancient Elven Woods. I listened carefully and looked to where Monti was looking. All I saw were trees that grew, and a few mobs. I slowed my breathing to listen carefully. Then my pointy elven ears tingled to the sound of something that seemed like metal being twisted. Something didn’t seem right in the woods.

"I can't wait to see Wildfire's wedding," said a passing Cleric to her Fighter partner, "I'm surely going to buy that red dress. Theres a 25% promotional discount!"

I gazed back at the peaceful view of Uruga's waterfall. The breeze was fine as it cooled my usual sweaty body. Just then I saw someone riding a big raccoon, cute and cuddly. Its orange fur and dark brown stripes behind its back matched the color of the person riding on it. You could hear a kind of magical plopping sound from its feet as it trots away to the Ancient Elven Woods. I've always wondered how its like riding one of those merry looking creatures. I carried on with my tiresome gaze. Every so often there would be more passers wearing a tuxedo. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to rent one," I thought, "and a raccoon might be nice too."

Sweat poured all over my face. I could feel my back being sticky from all the running in the Dungeon of Abyss. My training style has been different lately. I haven't bothered to look for a party in a few days ever since I discovered this new way of shooting, a new tactic for a Scout to survive on his own. Actually I'm not the only one who knows this. Most Scouts I know have been quite satisfied with this latest style of solo training. Although there were still some who said that this only works if we use scrolls to buff up our defence, I was quick to disprove their theory.

I loved it. Being able to run without stopping to shoot. Strafing backwards while we face the charging enemy to shoot out poisonous arrows from our bows. How can an Archer not love this kiting?

Everywhere I go in this dungeon, there is that smell of rotten meat. I crept into a huge room full of Abyss Orcs with my crossbow. Their skins were red, bodies were tough, facial expressions were raging for food. I grinned. They were all walking around aimlessly. I held my crossbow high and shot countless poison arrows on the area they were at. They roared and charged right after they saw me. I strafed backwards while shooting another countless arrows of poison on top of them all. The poisons were slowly eating their lives away until the whole group of them dropped dead.