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He had been sitting for hours, his eyes transixed on the flickering sprites in front of him, caught in a hypnotic state induced by over the top .MIDI's and the small character wandering the monitor in front of him.
This character (incidentally an adventurer of the digital kind) had so many adventures it was untrue - most of which were devised by a force unknown to him; SabreTrout.
As powerful as a God in the adventurer's world, SabreTrout's ways had instilled a deep and longing wish for death in our small, pixellated friend. He who had once so loved to roam his land, saving the day from many an ancient evil, now wished it all to end.
But why, you may ask?
Well, because under the tyranny of SabreTrout, he never could save the day. No adventure went any further than finding out who the bad guys were, and no quest ended with the damsel getting out of distress.
Despite his (extremely) frequent adventures, Dink just grew bored. He knew he wasn't going to do a dang thing to save the world, and he couldn't see why he should continue trying.
One fateful day, much to Sabre's misery, Dink decided to end his insignificant "life", and thrust his beautifully bitmapped blade deep into his delightfully scripted heart.
Kill_game indeed...
So a small fishy sits, still staring into his monitors glowing screen. But now, all he has to look at are goblins.
Which isn't banana at all, is it?
Sorry about this story, it was written mildly inebriated, but it it just about sums up my (lack of) ability to finish d-mod's. Oh yeah, and shows what better writers you all are than me!
This character (incidentally an adventurer of the digital kind) had so many adventures it was untrue - most of which were devised by a force unknown to him; SabreTrout.
As powerful as a God in the adventurer's world, SabreTrout's ways had instilled a deep and longing wish for death in our small, pixellated friend. He who had once so loved to roam his land, saving the day from many an ancient evil, now wished it all to end.
But why, you may ask?
Well, because under the tyranny of SabreTrout, he never could save the day. No adventure went any further than finding out who the bad guys were, and no quest ended with the damsel getting out of distress.
Despite his (extremely) frequent adventures, Dink just grew bored. He knew he wasn't going to do a dang thing to save the world, and he couldn't see why he should continue trying.
One fateful day, much to Sabre's misery, Dink decided to end his insignificant "life", and thrust his beautifully bitmapped blade deep into his delightfully scripted heart.
Kill_game indeed...
So a small fishy sits, still staring into his monitors glowing screen. But now, all he has to look at are goblins.
Which isn't banana at all, is it?
Sorry about this story, it was written mildly inebriated, but it it just about sums up my (lack of) ability to finish d-mod's. Oh yeah, and shows what better writers you all are than me!
