Chapter 3: Level 15 – The World
I’ve finally reached Level 15. The wait took forever, and honestly, I’d gotten comfortable being Level 14. Everyone kept saying, “Just wait until Level 15—the game opens up, you’ll have so much more to do!” Well, they weren’t lying.
When that glorious notification popped up, I was over the moon. The first thing I did? Announce it to my faction like I’d just won the lottery. Because in Torn terms, I kinda did.
I couldn’t wait to travel. By now, I’ve learned that getting advice from your faction is key—because mistakes in Torn are expensive and embarrassing. Good thing I asked, because my faction leader hooked me up with a suitcase (because apparently wearing the same clothes for an entire holiday is frowned upon) and a laptop (to stay connected while sipping cocktails on foreign beaches). Very cool of him.
So there I was, waiting at the airport, dreaming of beaches, sunset cruises, fancy dinners, and maybe a yacht party or two. I browsed through all the destinations Torn offers:
- Argentina
- Canada
- Cayman Islands
- China
- Hawaii
- Japan
- Mexico
- South Africa
- Switzerland
- United Arab Emirates
- United Kingdom
After much deliberation (and imagining myself sipping tea like royalty), I picked the UK. Ticket bought, suitcase packed, laptop charged—I was ready.
The Dream Sequence
As I waited for boarding, my imagination went wild. I pictured myself strolling through Buckingham Palace, casually waving at the Queen’s corgis. Afternoon tea with scones and clotted cream at a fancy London café. A sunset cruise down the Thames, Big Ben glowing in the background like a postcard. Fish and chips on a foggy pier, followed by a night at a West End show where I pretend to understand Shakespeare. In my head, I was living the high life—Torn style.
I landed, strolled out of the airport straight into a shop with 21 items—a plushie, some armour, a few drugs, and other random stuff. Naturally, I bought the plushie (because priorities), an inkwell (don’t ask why), a stick grenade (because why not?), and a ship in a bottle as a souvenir. Do I know what I’ll do with these things? Nope. But hey—I travelled, I shopped, and suck it, Level 14 me.
On my way back, I got a message from someone who read my Torn for Dummies chapters. I thought, “Wow, a fan!” Turns out, she just wanted to tell me I posted in the wrong forum. Apparently, I should’ve used the RP Forums, not Non-Related Forums. Another rookie mistake. Torn for Dummies | General Non-related | TORN
The Husband Saga
And then, real life kicked in. I started obsessing about Torn to my COD (Call of Duty) gamer husband. He’s all about war and killing in his games, so I told him how I’m “killing people” in Torn—role-playing it like a Call of Duty mission:
“Enemy spotted in the streets of Torn. Deploying a stick grenade. Mission accomplished.”
I begged him to join. Over and over. Until he cracked.
I downloaded Torn on his phone without telling him. When he noticed, I said, “Look, now it’s easy for you to join—I did all the hard work!” He signed up, read everything, and ten minutes later said, “My energy is finished and I didn’t shoot anyone,” with the most unimpressed face ever.
Now he’s Level 4, still not amused, but I remind him daily to gym and crime. Baby steps. We’ll get there.
So here I am—Level 15, world traveler, plushie collector, grenade enthusiast, and unofficial Torn evangelist. If this game doesn’t make me rich, at least it’s making me weird… and honestly, I’m okay with that.
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