another of the orcs said as he too struck me down.
CHAPTER 2
A New Life
The hits hurt, much more so than they ever had and I awoke in a building of some type. All around me I could see men and women wearing nothing but their underwear laying on slabs around me as they were attended to by different copies of the same man who stood above me.
“What are you doing here?” the old man said as he yanked me up by my robe. “You already have an type and ability, now get lost”. I sat up feeling confused as the old man grabbed me by my robe and tossed me out the door. I looked back to see a sign which read “Incoming Players”. I had no time to think about that however as an instant message popped up in front of me from Imagery Quality Control. I accepted it and allowed the voice function to work.
“Man it’s about damn time, something is wrong with PATRICK, it won’t let me log out” I said waiting on Harold to reply.
“Is this Mr. Gray?”
“Of course it is me, now get me out of this game” I replied irritated. The voice that spoke to me did not belong to Harold which I found a little weird.
“Mr. Gray this is David Keen, the vice president” the voice replied.
“Mr. Keen, can you get me out of here?”
“I don’t know how to tell you this Mr. Gray but you we were attacked and bombed last night, the culprits have not been caught”
“Mr. Keen what does that have to do with me?”
“You were killed last night Mr. Gray, the attackers probably thought the building was empty”
“What the fuck do you mean I died?” I screamed loudly. “Just get me out of here”.
“Mr. Gray I recognize this is a difficult time for you, but there is nothing we can do” the voice said then paused. “We looked through your record and saw you do not have a next of kin”.
“I was brought up in foster homes, what do you mean I died?”
“Mr. Gray then that means we cannot be held liable since you do not have anyone that could sue us” Mr. Keen said as I thought the bastard sounded relieved. “We are trying to pay you out your money in in game gold but the A.I. somehow has forbid us from making more gold or even to update your stats. I am afraid you are on your own. Enjoy your new life Mr. Gray, this is the last you will hear of me or any other employees from Imagery”.
The line suddenly went silent as a seethed. I was not some condemned criminal or some terminally ill person. I sat down on the ground, it felt just like real cobblestone I thought as I tried to figure out what to do. I sighed as I could see I was on my own. I had 50 silver in my pocket and took time to look at my inventory and my status.
Just freaking great, I thought to myself. I have never even heard of my ability, in fact I am sure it never existed until now. Even my name smacked of irony, if I didn’t know better I would swear PATRICK was behind it all. The weapon I have was useless in one on one combat, no matter what I could never kill anyone with it, only get them down one life point which is where they would stay. My ability took away 25% of my attack ability which wasn’t too bad since I couldn’t unequip my weapon anyway but the hit to my defense would be felt. I looked around and could see many beginning players wander about, each outfitted better than I was. I at least knew the city I was in, Mandalo. New players started off from one of four cities, Dalorian was the most populous and the starting place of all warrior class with about 48% of players starting their quest from there. Next was Ambush, home of the
CHAPTER 2
A New Life
The hits hurt, much more so than they ever had and I awoke in a building of some type. All around me I could see men and women wearing nothing but their underwear laying on slabs around me as they were attended to by different copies of the same man who stood above me.
“What are you doing here?” the old man said as he yanked me up by my robe. “You already have an type and ability, now get lost”. I sat up feeling confused as the old man grabbed me by my robe and tossed me out the door. I looked back to see a sign which read “Incoming Players”. I had no time to think about that however as an instant message popped up in front of me from Imagery Quality Control. I accepted it and allowed the voice function to work.
“Man it’s about damn time, something is wrong with PATRICK, it won’t let me log out” I said waiting on Harold to reply.
“Is this Mr. Gray?”
“Of course it is me, now get me out of this game” I replied irritated. The voice that spoke to me did not belong to Harold which I found a little weird.
“Mr. Gray this is David Keen, the vice president” the voice replied.
“Mr. Keen, can you get me out of here?”
“I don’t know how to tell you this Mr. Gray but you we were attacked and bombed last night, the culprits have not been caught”
“Mr. Keen what does that have to do with me?”
“You were killed last night Mr. Gray, the attackers probably thought the building was empty”
“What the fuck do you mean I died?” I screamed loudly. “Just get me out of here”.
“Mr. Gray I recognize this is a difficult time for you, but there is nothing we can do” the voice said then paused. “We looked through your record and saw you do not have a next of kin”.
“I was brought up in foster homes, what do you mean I died?”
“Mr. Gray then that means we cannot be held liable since you do not have anyone that could sue us” Mr. Keen said as I thought the bastard sounded relieved. “We are trying to pay you out your money in in game gold but the A.I. somehow has forbid us from making more gold or even to update your stats. I am afraid you are on your own. Enjoy your new life Mr. Gray, this is the last you will hear of me or any other employees from Imagery”.
The line suddenly went silent as a seethed. I was not some condemned criminal or some terminally ill person. I sat down on the ground, it felt just like real cobblestone I thought as I tried to figure out what to do. I sighed as I could see I was on my own. I had 50 silver in my pocket and took time to look at my inventory and my status.
Just freaking great, I thought to myself. I have never even heard of my ability, in fact I am sure it never existed until now. Even my name smacked of irony, if I didn’t know better I would swear PATRICK was behind it all. The weapon I have was useless in one on one combat, no matter what I could never kill anyone with it, only get them down one life point which is where they would stay. My ability took away 25% of my attack ability which wasn’t too bad since I couldn’t unequip my weapon anyway but the hit to my defense would be felt. I looked around and could see many beginning players wander about, each outfitted better than I was. I at least knew the city I was in, Mandalo. New players started off from one of four cities, Dalorian was the most populous and the starting place of all warrior class with about 48% of players starting their quest from there. Next was Ambush, home of the
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