I will explain my story for all of those not old and lifeless enough to have known about me.
I considered myself and anti-hero on the site.
One thing led to another and I got banned.
Site wide.
Then I wasnt.
Then I couldnt use Sirsolo.
Then I made this account.
Then I made this blog.
Goodnight.
~Sirsolo
Hai!
It’ is I. HUNDaemon.
Just kidding, it’s really Sirsolo.
I’ve been here all along, yet nobody knew.
Why?
Well, I stopped caring.
Im saying this simply because I pretty much quit MS again. Level 68, 40% with NX cash good for another 2 months. (Last month is when I stopped playing)
Oh well
Waste of time.
That’s pretty much all.
Goodbye.
So.. they havnt banned me for bad talking them… here’s some more!
Nexon has adapted hacks/programs into their programming
OMG THATS BS!
You’re a liar now HUNDaemon.
There’s no way.
Nexon bans LOTS of hackers, they hate them! /endsarcasm on that last line…
It’s true.
Here’s a little fact:
MzBot Comes with:
a) Auto loot
b) Auto click
c) Auto pot (Hp&MP)
d) Auto chat (I think)
=D
Hai!
My sin got from lvl 61-65 in three days (about 16 hours of work included) because of my newfound abilities to click! (I still dont think Im that good)
But more about that later…ANYWHO..
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CEO: *At breakfast*….*A McDonalds breakfast of course…* *And of course he got a happy meal*
“Sho…*munch* you guysh wanna make *munch* a sherver sheck today? *Munch*
So, since I dont know how to start this, I’ll just go right ahead into it. Enjoy.
Wizet, Back in the old days:
Nexon: So since your newest version of Maplestory is called Global Maplestory, I think that you should sell it to an AMERICAN company.
Wizet: ..Ok!
Nexon, Old days, after the release of the Cash shop.
Worker: Sir, weve had over 1000 people report others about impersonating a GM!
Complete Darkness. In the distance, a green torchlight appears, casting no shadows and emanating off no walls. The light gets closer. When its just within reach, a second light appears beside it. A low broken snarl fills the silence.
Gales eyes open with a start. Noticing how fast and shallow hes breathing, he consciously tries to control his breath. Theres a soft orange glow highlighting the innards of the small cave. Gale rolls over towards the dying fire, facing the rest of his companions in fur sleeping bags around the fire and the cave opening in the distance. Closing his eyes he tries to go to sleep once more, but the echo of his repeated dream still rings in his head.
Why cant I forget?
Realizing that his attempts at sleep from now on are useless, he slides up against the cave wall, and puts on his coat. He looks at his companions.
Dust, on the right side of the fire, sleeping with his arms over his chest and a gaping mouth, his blond hair still as short and covering his eyes nonetheless. Flake, lying on her side facing the fire, her red streaked blond hair covering one side of her elegant face, breathing as calmly as Gale could only have years ago. The last sleeping bag, belonging to Hurri, is left unmanned.
So then…
It;s me.
HUNDaemon.
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To the blog then!
Im in channel 9, (Bera) PQing along as usuall (LMPQ) and have been rushing on an empty server for about an hour and a half now.
20%, lvl 57, hurray.
Three sins go to 6, a cleric, a wizard and a spearman go to 7. We finish PQ in a min. Great success!
Then, in blue (a colour I normall LOVE since it means free items or something to take a screeny of) announces my doom for the next few seconds.
“The Snowman has been summoned-Channel 9- Oh Noes!” Or something like that. (Including the “Oh Noes” part)
When the time finally comes, a slow two days later, Gale and Dust have everything packed and are waiting at the cliff side path along with other children. Another classmate, a tall and buff boy by the name of Hurri and a shy girl by the name of Flake, one level younger then them. Theyre awaiting a guide from the east to escort them to school, and are saying their final good byes to their families.
Gale stretches out his hand in an obnoxious manner as Dusts laughing continues. Soon enough, Dust wades over in the snow, grabs Gales hand and pulls him up to his feet. As Dusts laughing slowly subsides he says between hiccups of chuckles: We should do this more often Gale, with a completely dissatisfied look on his face simply shakes his head as he takes off his lower facemask to reveal pursed, blue lips. Wanna go home then? Dust asks Gale, feeling his humiliation. You know I dont like to lose. Gale replies, ignoring the previous question. Well, you do you know.. Dust rants, using unnecessary hand motions and pacing, Its quite healthy, if not required, for one to lose on occ.. But is quickly cut off by a great shove from behind, landing face first into the snow.
Pure white. The wind howls through the plains blowing up the powder from the crests of the dunes, cutting off the line of sight of any onlooker past a few pace lengths. There were a few footprints, barley visible that will no doubt disappear in mere minutes. Like something out of a post apocalyptic book or movie, it seems unnaturally empty .
The static of the wind is broken by the barely audible shout of
Are you ready? Before it is taken away by the flow of the wind.
A different voice fights the wind to reach ears Anytime you are!
A shape traveling faster then the surrounding flakes of snow zooms over the top of one dune, and lands, creating an indent in the edge of another. One similar object is returned, but clears the brow of the dune and keeps going. Many of these projectiles are exchanged in this white fairytale land, and eventually the wind dies down and is replaced by a thin sheet of fog.