I always set my tent up on the outskirts of the campgrounds. It was quieter and easier to slip out into the darkness. And in the many times I felt a need to disappear into my world, it was easy enough to exit the other world and leave it behind without interruption.
Unlike the other players, I didn't need leveling and questing to survive, but they certainly didn't hurt. I lived my world more than I left it, and lately, more often than not, I stayed in loyal character.
It's easy to be loyal to your character when you are your character. Calli was based on my true self, and my true self preferred being Calli.
My world was this, and I was happier within than I could be without.
My tent, though not hand-stitched like most of my clothing, was at least custom-built. I'd taken non-reflective, dark, earth-toned trap, and machined them together, even going so far as to heat-seal the hems. Pockets lined the walls that could be left packed even as the tent was torn down, though it took up considerably more space that way, but I could strap the whole assemblage to my back in lieu of a pack.
It was, in a word, sufficient. Satisfactory, literally "good enough."
My hardware was all scavenged, portable speakers, pulleys, rope and string and the like. I was a poor hand at programming and circuitry, but for a trade of game aid, I had a legion of players to help me in a pinch.
Who doesn't value a players who has no need to share your hard-earned experience points with him?
Even those I'd trapped were willing to help, for the right price, though I hardly turned to them for support.
I adjusted myself in my tree, and continued to watch what was a game to them unfold and play out.
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