Black Death- Prelude
"1 will pwn joo n00b!"-Battle cry of the unskilled
Jace Winson strode down the dull gray hallways easily, like a man completely comfortable with both his life and his surroundings. Nor was this terribly far from the truth; Jace was a bounty hunter, and, in his opinion at least, quite a skilled one. Unfortunately, most of those who could attest to Jace's prowess we're either dead, imprisoned, or in no state to do so reliably. Of course, one could take this fact itself as undeniable proof that Jace was indeed skilled. None of which really mattered at the moment, of course, as the matter at hand was not one of doing his job, but rather one of getting paid enough for doing it to keep himself both in food and in gear; both of which were, due to his aforementioned profession, equally necessary to his surviving for more than a month. Jace paused, reading a faded (or perhaps just deliberately obscure) number on a door, made of the same dull gray material. Satisfied, he hit the release, and with a hiss of air the door whooshed open. And so begins Jace Winson's story.
"1 will pwn joo n00b!"-Battle cry of the unskilled
Jace Winson strode down the dull gray hallways easily, like a man completely comfortable with both his life and his surroundings. Nor was this terribly far from the truth; Jace was a bounty hunter, and, in his opinion at least, quite a skilled one. Unfortunately, most of those who could attest to Jace's prowess we're either dead, imprisoned, or in no state to do so reliably. Of course, one could take this fact itself as undeniable proof that Jace was indeed skilled. None of which really mattered at the moment, of course, as the matter at hand was not one of doing his job, but rather one of getting paid enough for doing it to keep himself both in food and in gear; both of which were, due to his aforementioned profession, equally necessary to his surviving for more than a month. Jace paused, reading a faded (or perhaps just deliberately obscure) number on a door, made of the same dull gray material. Satisfied, he hit the release, and with a hiss of air the door whooshed open. And so begins Jace Winson's story.