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here for the very specific reason that I do not get sued. Thank you.
Journal of an insane Druid
This is a journal of my story. It started a few weeks ago; back during the first days of summer. I was getting back into this game called "Diablo 2". It was an RPG (Role Playing Game for those who don't speak gamer), and a classic. My favorite character was the druid, a person who commanded nature in different forms. He could summon animals to fight for him, project elemental blasts, and change his body into two different forms. In short, he was well suited for any situation.
But, I digress. This journal is a story of my suffering due to this game. Hell, my life is nothing but suffering and pain. Recently, I was trying to get this girl, named Erika, to be my girlfriend. Her friends had come to me saying that I should go to someone else. Erika wasn't in love with me in the way I loved her.
So, to escape from the pain in my heart, I went into this game. It became my hobby, my obsession, and soon, it became my reality. I had no friends in particular, with the exception of Joe Conner. He was always helping me, talking me through problems, etc. He also liked the game, but very rarely got to play.
I digress once again. Better get used to it. I always have a lot of things on my mind. Anyway, my torture began on a seemingly normal day. I was playing with my druid, named Cloudyous. I was cutting down the demons of Diablo, the lord of terror, like they were made of paper. I was in werewolf form, one of the two forms the Druid could transform into, and, because of this, my druid was empowered with reinforced reflexes and speed. The other was the werebear, which allowed Cloudyous to move like a tank on legs but with more power. I used both whenever need be.
Things were perfect. I was gaining experience, and shedding blood. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my skull. The world around me was twisting and reshaping itself. At first, I thought I had overdosed on root beer and Doritos, but I soon found out that things had become much more serious.
Then, I blacked out. I had no idea how long I was unconscious, but when I woke up, things had changed for the worse in every possible way. As I opened my eyes, I saw that I was outside, lying on some grass. I sat up, and looked around. I was next to a bonfire, and was wearing armor. On my back, I found a long sword, and a helmet covered my free flowing hair. I took it off, and noted that the top of the helm was decorated like a wolf's head.
As I said, things were strange. The sword, the helm, and the armor all belonged to my druid. I know you're thinking of me as crazy, and doubt my honesty. Well, get used to it. There are far more strange things in my tale.
Someone came up behind me, and said," Greetings, Druid. Taking a nap on nature?"
I got up, placing my wolf helm back on my head, and asked," And who might you be?"
"My name is Warriv. I am a merchant traveling east. No doubt you've heard about the fall of Tristram, changing subjects if you don't mind. Some say that Diablo, the lord of terror walks the world again."
"Hold on just a second," I said, holding up one hand," I have no idea where I am right now, but I do know that this Diablo guy is nothing but a digital character in a game. Quit fucking with my head."
"A game, my friend? Perhaps you've hit your head harder than I thought when you tripped. I don't know if Diablo is real or not, though, but a dark wanderer passed this way recently. He was heading east to the mountain pass guarded by the rogue monastery. Maybe it's nothing, but evil seems to have trailed in his wake. You see, shortly after the wanderer passed through, the gates to the east were closed, and strange creatures began wandering the countryside. Until the gates are reopened and the way is clear, I'll remain here with my caravan. I hope to pass here before the shadow that fell over Tristram consumes us all. If you're still alive then, I'll take you along. You should talk to Akara too. She seems to be the leader of this camp. Maybe she can tell you more" I rubbed my head, feeling a bump. Maybe I was delusional, but I certainly wasn't going to get any useful information out of Warriv. So, I spun on my heel, and began to look for this Akara person.
Journal of an insane Druid
This is a journal of my story. It started a few weeks ago; back during the first days of summer. I was getting back into this game called "Diablo 2". It was an RPG (Role Playing Game for those who don't speak gamer), and a classic. My favorite character was the druid, a person who commanded nature in different forms. He could summon animals to fight for him, project elemental blasts, and change his body into two different forms. In short, he was well suited for any situation.
But, I digress. This journal is a story of my suffering due to this game. Hell, my life is nothing but suffering and pain. Recently, I was trying to get this girl, named Erika, to be my girlfriend. Her friends had come to me saying that I should go to someone else. Erika wasn't in love with me in the way I loved her.
So, to escape from the pain in my heart, I went into this game. It became my hobby, my obsession, and soon, it became my reality. I had no friends in particular, with the exception of Joe Conner. He was always helping me, talking me through problems, etc. He also liked the game, but very rarely got to play.
I digress once again. Better get used to it. I always have a lot of things on my mind. Anyway, my torture began on a seemingly normal day. I was playing with my druid, named Cloudyous. I was cutting down the demons of Diablo, the lord of terror, like they were made of paper. I was in werewolf form, one of the two forms the Druid could transform into, and, because of this, my druid was empowered with reinforced reflexes and speed. The other was the werebear, which allowed Cloudyous to move like a tank on legs but with more power. I used both whenever need be.
Things were perfect. I was gaining experience, and shedding blood. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my skull. The world around me was twisting and reshaping itself. At first, I thought I had overdosed on root beer and Doritos, but I soon found out that things had become much more serious.
Then, I blacked out. I had no idea how long I was unconscious, but when I woke up, things had changed for the worse in every possible way. As I opened my eyes, I saw that I was outside, lying on some grass. I sat up, and looked around. I was next to a bonfire, and was wearing armor. On my back, I found a long sword, and a helmet covered my free flowing hair. I took it off, and noted that the top of the helm was decorated like a wolf's head.
As I said, things were strange. The sword, the helm, and the armor all belonged to my druid. I know you're thinking of me as crazy, and doubt my honesty. Well, get used to it. There are far more strange things in my tale.
Someone came up behind me, and said," Greetings, Druid. Taking a nap on nature?"
I got up, placing my wolf helm back on my head, and asked," And who might you be?"
"My name is Warriv. I am a merchant traveling east. No doubt you've heard about the fall of Tristram, changing subjects if you don't mind. Some say that Diablo, the lord of terror walks the world again."
"Hold on just a second," I said, holding up one hand," I have no idea where I am right now, but I do know that this Diablo guy is nothing but a digital character in a game. Quit fucking with my head."
"A game, my friend? Perhaps you've hit your head harder than I thought when you tripped. I don't know if Diablo is real or not, though, but a dark wanderer passed this way recently. He was heading east to the mountain pass guarded by the rogue monastery. Maybe it's nothing, but evil seems to have trailed in his wake. You see, shortly after the wanderer passed through, the gates to the east were closed, and strange creatures began wandering the countryside. Until the gates are reopened and the way is clear, I'll remain here with my caravan. I hope to pass here before the shadow that fell over Tristram consumes us all. If you're still alive then, I'll take you along. You should talk to Akara too. She seems to be the leader of this camp. Maybe she can tell you more" I rubbed my head, feeling a bump. Maybe I was delusional, but I certainly wasn't going to get any useful information out of Warriv. So, I spun on my heel, and began to look for this Akara person.