Hello fellow MMOtalers. I’ve decided to start a fantasy story about my lukless f/p mage, MuffinDinger. A lot of things will be tweaked to make the story more realistic (hacking will be referred to as “dark magic”, ability points are non-existant, job cards will represent the level [which you will understand later], when people die they die permanently, Inventory slots will be referred to as real life materials such as purses, handbags, etc., people in vic WILL have houses, and other people CAN attack other players.) Although there will be some high-level player references, mostly every person encountered in the story will have an ACTUAL NAME and not something like “xnaruto12345.” Anyways, here’s the prologue. Enjoy!

So the day had finally arrived; He was finally ready to leave the peaceful community of Maple Island, and explore the world. He wondered to himself, “What shall I find on the islands of adventure? What kind of people will I meet? Are the jobs as great as they are described? Do monsters actually drop valuables when they die? And what IS a game master?” All the thoughts were racing through his head like a banana-crazed lupin. Before he set off he’d had to say goodbye to his mother and father.

He put on his formal clothes and went to the backyard where his father and mother were buried. In all due respect, he placed some flowers upon both their graves and decided to talk with them one last time. “Mother, Father,” said the young adventurer, “I’m going on a trip. I have no idea when I’ll be back. I’m not sure if I’m ever going to return. I’m going to become a Crossbow Master just like you two. I may not be become better than you two will ever be since I’m pretty weak, but I hope for the best. Please wish me luck on my journey. I love you both so much.”

And with his final goodbyes done, he switched into his traveling clothes and retrieved his sword. The youth then put his spare clothes into his bag, and grabbed his wallet; it was empty, but he knew it would be filled with tons of mesos one day. His feet reached the front porch and just when he about to step off, he halted suddenly and went back inside. He had forgotten his favorite pendant. His father gave it to him. ‘I know it’s not much son, but remember that with that pendant, I’ll always be with you.’

The words of his deceased father rang through his ears like a bell that was struck in the early morning, making the citizens rise in the lively village into their normal day-to-day work. As the ringing came to a stop, he stepped outside and closed the door. There was still one thing to take care of; his sister did not know that he was leaving.

There was only one thing that would indicate that he would leave nearly for good. With his mind finally settled, he had to leave a peace of his father behind. While resisting tears, he placed the pendant on the front porch with a small piece of parchment paper. “I wish I could take you with me, but I must realize that I must make the journey without you. I need to forge on my own. I need to survive on my own. I hope you understand.”

With those final words, the young youth left, trying not to look back at the house he had lived in for 14 long years. His sister had returned from hunting snails for tonights dinner and she found the pendant along with the small parchment paper. ‘Goodbye. Leave twice as much love so mom and dad will still feel as much love as they did when I was here. I love you very much sister.

Your Brother,
Lawrence’