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Yggdrasil was a game that was home to thousands players and i was one of them. I was no one special in yggdrasil, no guild, no world items, just a random player, someone you wouldn't look twice at.
But i did manage to do something noteworthy, i managed to acquire odin's raid drop spear gungnir. This was my pride and joy for my character Setanta. I wanted the grand soul stones but a guy named nephilentines beat me to them, but today was the last day that yggdrasil's servers were up. I still don't know what my brain was thinking when it said staying to the end was a good idea, maybe cus my old man didn't raise no quitters or maybe i couldn't pass up a chance to watch the world burn.
As i sat there on the roof of a tall building in asgard i had my two NPCs on my left and right. to my left was Armog, a werewolf if you couldn't guess but was programed to prefer the term lycan. He was wearing a simple tunic with trousers, leather boots and gloves, and a necklace with wolf fangs filling the entire small chain. His skin is pale like he doesn't like going outside much. Hair as red as flames tied into a few small braids with the rest flowing freely. His face has a rough, grizzled, handsomeness to it. On his back was a rune engraved one handed ax.
On my right was Merrah, a dragonkin, dragons that had taken human shape but still had draconic features, like her eyes, they were red vertical slits and sometimes exhales steam but she smokes to cover that up when near people. She had a long midnight coat that reached down to her ankles with a hood covering her white hair that went down to her knees when let down. A stylized red dragon was on the left sleeve and a white one on the right sleeve. Under her coat were twin the short swords she uses as her mane weapons.
These two were my "children" so to speak and i had them call me father. I know it may seem lame but i always wanted to be a father when i was a kid, call me weird. As for me i had the appearance of a kind but wary old man with a salt and pepper hair and beard with kind eyes.
My armor was padded leather with a plate chestpiece and a segmented pauldron similar to feudal japanese in style going down to just above my left elbow and my for arms are covered in bracers that cover the back of my hands. Armored trousers with steel boots cover my lower half. Basically a light set meant for maneuverability while still offering protection.
I glanced at the clock, three minutes.
Fucking hell, i don't want to go. this place is all i could hope for and then some. All i could ever want was in this game. Hell i kicked odin's ass three times for his spear. I new the leader of seraphim, i was a member of the 1500 man raid on Ainz Ooal Gown. I landed the finishing hit on shalltear bloodfallen and that got me to level 100. Only to be killed by victim two hours later and sent back to level 98.
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So this is it huh? Its kinda funny i thought i would end with a grand celebration and an announcement for a second game, but its actually kinda anti climactic going like this.
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Im going to miss this place thats for shure, back to shitty reality for me.
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'Da fuck?'