Well, for anyone wanting to read this, here it is:

The Tauromacis, Taurospears and Cold Eyes were scouting around the Sanctuary, as per normal. It was like a normal day, walking around, spears ready to attack, Cold eyes ready to launch a kamikazi attack, but things didn’t really seem as they were this day. The atmosphere was tense, and it was a bit darker than usual.

A small dark figure entered the Sanctuary.

All the monster’s attention turned to him. Even if it was just one puny mapler, he was still considered a threat. A Taurospear lunged at him, raising his spear as he went forward, and delivered a huge slash on his shoulder.

“Rauzaruk.”

The stranger took out a book and uttered these words. The spear tip shattered on impact with his shoulder. Stunned, the Taurospear stepped back. The Cold Eyes starting dashing towards the stranger as a meat shield, and the Tauromacis lifted their spear, ready to drop a lightning bolt.

The stranger flipped to another page, and it lit up.

“Zaguruzemu.”

A few steps behind the monsters, a strong sucksion appeared. In a flash, they were all stuck to that particular area, physical attacks rendered usless. The Tauromacis slammed their spears to the ground, and bolts of lightning fell on the stranger. At first, they cheered, for as no one could withstand 15 bolts at one go. When the smoke cleared, they gasped. The ground was charred, but he was still standing, as tough nothing happened.

“Barudo Forusu.”

Pulling out a Heaven’s Gate, he grinned as he slowly walked towards the mob, whose attacks were useless before him. He started picking up speed, and in a blink of an eye, he was right in front of them. He stabbed a Taurospear in the chest, and slashed to the left, attacks after attacks, without any thought. Soon, only a bloody heap of flesh and bones remained, as the stranger grabbed his bags of mesos and loots.

He closed his book, labeled,” Hacking 101.”

He sneezed as he rubbed his nose. He was used to the cold, why did he sneeze? He checked his wall thermometer. 2 Degrees lower than yesterday. Shaking his head, he continued walking through the snow, looking for ores. He gently kicked the snow, and a small gold ore flew out. He picked it up, and wiped the snow away. Cler looked in his pockets, and found that he had everything he’d needed.

Back at his room, he nearly tripped over some of his destroyed pieces, all lying over the floor. Trying to create weapons wasn’t as easy as he’d thought. He turned 10 gold ores into a nice plate, and took out the other materials.

3 Gold Plates, 5 Steel Plates, 5 Garnets, 40 Screws, all here. Time to make another Traus. Hope it doesn’t become failure number 6.

Out of his room, with two Traus in his hands and feeling rather satisfied, he kept them away in his item bag, waiting till the time for his next match. From his bookshelf, he pulled out a thick novel,” Hacking 101, by Ganzicus.” adn flicked to where he’d stop, Aliyah killing his stunt doubles. He laughed at Ganzicus’ humour, and all his other comics, about how he’d get owned by even the slightest things.

“ Cler! If you’ve nothin’ to do, help me run an errand!”

He was supposed to help Master Vogen deliver some weapons to the Perion weapon store. That meant taking the ship to Victoria, and walking all the way to there. Bummer. He reached the Orbis tower, after jumping over some jr pepes, and took out a Orbis rock scroll and found himself in Orbis, the floating city. But something wasn’t right. It felt abit colder than it usually was. Shrugging it off, he paid for his own ticket, and set of to Victoria.

He took off his jacket. It was the guy at the tournament who had insulted the participants.

“I swear, those damn Tauromacis. They stink like hell!”

The stranger sat down and tossed his loot and otehr stuff at his small little house, with a small furnance nearby. Picking his bag, he tipped out the contents. Plates of different ores starting spewing out like a fountain, and it covered nearly the whole ground. He smirked and picked up one of one of the plates and starting throwing it up and cathcing it in his left hand.

“But they have such good charity spirit, don’t they?”

He took out a two handed sword production maual and started reading the instructions. How to create a Blue Screamer. He smirked, once again, as he measured out the correct proportions of Sapphire, Garnet, Diamonds, Screws, and other rare materials.

“That damned Craftlord position is mine. Travis Quiny, Craftlord of Diamond. Then, it’s head of the Craftlords.”

“Well, this place is hot. Real hot.”

Cler arrived at Perion, City of Warriors. Plenty of people were chasing each other, buying and selling, trading fame. He took out his mini map and started scanning for the Weapon store. Top right hand corner of town. Walking past some friendly people, he met a guy kneeling over with a ragged bamboo hat and robes.

“Eh, excuse me, but…”

“Don’t talk to me.”

Cler was stunned by this remark. He’d thought people would be more considerate. He scanned his minimap again, when he noticed he was walking in the wrong direction. Slapping his face gently, he turned and headed for the weapon store.

“Why doesn’t Master tell me all the tiny details before we left…”

To be continued…?

[bold] Extras~ [/bold]

Zhlon: *Starts putting up posters*
Narr: Whazzat?
Zhlon: Nothin. Just auditions for more participants to join this story.
Narr: You’re joking, right?
Zhlon: When have I ever joked?
Narr: Everytime?
Zhlon: K, fine. . .
Cler: Yo! Where’s my pay?
Zhlon: What pay?
Cler: I used my own meso to pay for the ship ride, taxi fare, and I demand you give me my pay.
Travis: Me too!
Zhlon: In the next episode.
Both: What?!?!
Narr: You two don’t know Zhlon yet.