While it has only been 2-3 days since MapleStory has stopped functioning for me, I find myself in a state of near nervous breakdown. Insanity slowly finds its way into me, and I almost screamed from friends talking about Maple, the only thing keeping me from doing so was the fact that my principal was nearby.

Yesterday, out of sheer disbelief that my Assassin would be taken away from me, I redownloaded Maple 13 times. I missed 3 homework assignments and ignored phonecalls that could ruin the internet connection. Even some friends noticed that I was a little less energetic, happy and funny. And when I missed a clear, easy shot in hockey today, they began to ask me what in heck was going on.

I realize this is going way overboard, but I simply worked too hard for that Assassin, I refused to let him die on me. I even bought 2 Shurikens from a local Chinatown shop and practiced throwing them, in hopes of getting a light grip back on my sanity.

If this hell every ends, I’ll scream with sheer joy.
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Now, on to my cheap story.
I think there was a prolouge somewhere in my MMOid.
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Ragnur paused in the middle of his grazing, and peered up at the sky. It seem disturbed today, darkened, almost angry. He swiveled his head, and squinted at a group of distorted dots moving in from the Alachton’s opening. He snorted, then looked around again, and cursed himself when he realised he was sererated from the herd’s normal grazing area.

Ragnur lifted his weapon, a long spear, with a Crescent Moon shaped top. The Elders had enchanted his a while back, and it was now engraved with the energies of Lightling.

The Dots grew larger, until Ragnur could make out a band of three humans, headed straight for him. They had grim smiles on their faces, and one in the back was already removing an arrow from his quiver. Ragnur ripped the last piece of grass from the ground. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get.
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“Alright Darren, you’re lucky today, if you can just kill that Taurospear, the big one in the red armor, you’ll get to be a Crimson Deathblow member,” Richard was a skilled Pyromancer, and was a good friend of Darren, who had recently attempted to join the Crimson Deathblow.

“B-b-but I thought the Crimson Deathblow was all about hunting monsters that endangered the lives of villigers,” Darren stuttered, and he was spinning his Sai nervously, clutching his Jurgen Wristband much tighter than needed, and his eyes constantly darted around now.

“But Taurospears are one of the most dangerous creatures here,” Richard nodded toward the archer, and he immediatly strung his bow

“But they’re only dangerous during mating season or if you intrude their territory” Darren could see the Taurospear’s face now, a proud, powerful expression.
“Well, we need that land, now go!”

Darren gulped and shot foward, dagger rasied for the kill.
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Well folks, in hopes to maintain my sanity, I have discovered playing Chess with myself somewhat helpful.