“When players enter the game, their bodies exit the cycle of life and enter a you could call “dormant” state in which if they die, their sould is lost forever in the infinite cycle of torment called “germination”. Where after a few million years in that cycle, they can finally enter the cycle of life, but with a sacrifice.”

-Teachings of Life by Draconian Proffesor, Earnest Althimer

After hours of searching for a decent place to stay in, I give up and decide to treck further inland away from the storm. The plant life, surprisingly reminds me of a lot of earth’s. And sadly, the weather, reminds me of Seattle Washington… My home town. Casting the thoughts out of my mind, I continue heading away from shore and deeper into the wilderness.

After painfully trecking uphill, then downhill, then uphill for what seems like hours, I finally arrive at a notable spot, It’s a beautiful clearing in the woods about twenty-eight metres in diameter and has a tiny little hut hidden under a great oak tree. By the looks of it, the shack is run-down and abandoned, the roof, by the looks of it having have collapsed years ago.

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I decide to go inside, wading through the moist waist-tall grass with flowers spekled in-between. Once I arrive at the house, I notice the gaping sinkhole in the middle of it. From inside, I hear scuttling of tiny feet and suddenly – wait – that can’t be right – there are yells of help coming from the inside! Suddenly, I jump in the ten foot deep hole and run towards the screams which seem to be coming from a cave leading to the side. While at it, I draw my sword and almost as if by instinct, cast the fire-shield mid-sprint

After running for couple seconds, the cave takes a sharp turn right and opens up to a massive cavern the size of a house. Inside, there is a large cage conaining three humaniods who seem to be the ones screaming for help while in the middle of the encampment, there is a formidable bonfire roasting what looks like on of the humanoids. Around the fire, are huddled seven goblins each holding what looks like, bones!? Suddenly, I am distracted by the humanoids who are screaming for me to pass them their weapons.

The weapons, are laying against a log next to the cage. The weapons seem to be composed out of a longbow, longsword, war hammer, and shotsword. I pick up the longbow and hammer and throw them in the cage. The first humanoid – oh wait, their elves! Takes the hammer and smashes through the flimsy wooden cage. The other elf, takes the longbow, exits the cage, takes a arrow out of the quiver strapped on his back, and starts sniping the goblins. The third elf, takes his shortsword and starts charging the goblins, pushing one in the bonfire, and stabing another. I also decide to charge the goblins, and together, as a team, we kill the rest of the goblins.

Level Up! Congratulations! You have gained two levels and leveled up your skill in the shortsword to 3!

My attention is suddenly attracted to an elf walking up to him. They seem to be tired, and hungry…

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