August 3, 7:22 pm, Moscow, Russia
Misha sighed, grumbling as he opened the door to his home and walked in. Sure enough, no one was there to greet him. He slung off his backpack as he walked over to his room and threw it on the bed. He dropped into his chair, reaching out for the can of Mountain D*w that was already there, waiting for him.
He spent the next few minutes booting up his computer and checking various sites before logging into Finul Fantasy. His guild had a raid prepared today, and he had been chosen as one of the main tanks to lead the charge.
The next half an hour or so was spent getting to know his party members; other members of the guild who would be helping him with this raid.
This raid was new – it only came out the day before, and no one had completed it yet. There hadn't been any comprehensive guides out yet, just a bunch of first-hand accounts on the boss and some theories on how it reacted.
