They were all dead now. Raymond stood alone amongst the piled corpses.
she typed
> Are you in India?
She didn’t answer, but she had an idea. She killed four more and shook out wow gold wrists.
> talk, then
no porfa necesito mi plata
Her wrists were getting tired, and her chest heaved and her hated podge wobbled as she worked the keypad.
> I’ve been trying to find that out myself, Kali.
“Right,” Anda said. She set her character off for the doorway. Lucy brushed past her.
> kali
> not a clue
Anda waited by the BFG10K while Lucy paid off the Fahrenheits and saw them on their way. “Now we take the cottage,” Lucy said.
“I’ll be glad when we’re done with this — that was bugfuck nutso.” She opened the door and her character disappeared in a fireball that erupted from directly overhead. A door-curse, a serious one, one that cooked her in her armour in seconds.
> The bosses used to use bots, but the game has countermeasures against them. Hiring children to click the mouse is cheaper than hiring programmers to circumvent the rules. I’ve been trying to unionize them because they’ve got a very high rate of injury. They have to play for 18-hour shifts with only one short toilet break. Some of them can’t hold it in and they soil themselves where they sit.
Lucy snapped out orders and the opposition before Anda began to thin as Fahrenheits fell on them from behind. The flood was stemmed, and now the Fahrenheits’ greater numbers and discipline showed. In short order, every merc was butchered or run off.
Her wrists really ached. She slaughtered half a dozen more.
she typed. Meeting players who moved well and spoke English was hardly unusual in gamespace, but here in the cleanup phase, it felt out of place. It felt wrong.
> Wait, please, don’t — I’d like to speak with you
> I will see you again, I’m sure.
> When you kill them, they lose their day’s wages. Do you know who is paying you to do these killings?
Anda giggled. “Teach you to go rushing into things,” she said. She used up a couple scrying scrolls making sure that there was nothing else in the cottage save for millions of shirts and thousands of unarmed noob avatars that she’d have to mow down like grass to finish out the mission.
It was a noob avatar, just like the others, but not just like it after all, for it moved with purpose, backing away from her sword. And it spoke English.
> nothing personal
She descended upon them like a reaper, swinging her sword heedlessly, taking five or six out with each swing. When she’d been a noob in the game, she’d had to endure endless fighting practice, “grappling” with piles of leaves and other nonlethal targets, just to get enough experience points to have a chance of hitting anything. This was every bit as dull.
> They’re working for less than a dollar a day. The shirts they make are traded for wow gold and the wow gold is sold on eBay. Once their avatars have leveled up, they too are sold off on eBay. They’re mostly young girls supporting their families. They’re the lucky ones: the unlucky ones work as prostitutes.
> london
> My wow gold is Raymond, and I live in Tijuana. I am a labor organizer in the factories here. What is your name?
> Do you know who these people are that you’re killing?
> naw im a whitey
> i don’t give out my name in-game
> You are Indian?
> When you kill them, they don’t get paid.
> Go ahead
> look
> There are many here to kill — take me last at least. I need to talk to you.
> just a job
She thought of Saudis, rich Japanese, Russian mobsters.
“SHIT!” Lucy said in her headset.
> it’s none of my lookout, is it. the world’s like that. lots of people with no money. im just a kid, theres nothing i can do about it.
she typed, exasperated.
She was halfway through the room, mowing down the noobs in twos and threes. She was hungry and bored and this Raymond was weirding her out.
It was a name she liked to use in-game: Kali, Destroyer of Worlds, like the Hindu goddess.
he typed
> What can I call you?
WoW Gold
wOw GoLd
wOW gOLd
WOw GOld
WOW gOLd
wOw gOlD
wOw GOLD
WoW gOLd
wow Gold
woW gOld
Wow goLD