OK, reviews and suggestions are always welcome! I'm just starting this
story, so if you want to be mentioned or put into it, feel free to ask! I
do not own Battle.net, Diablo II, or anything of the sort. That's all
Blizzard's. I own Adrian, that's good enough for me.
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The wind chilled him to his very core, whistling through his silver-white hair. He smiled slightly as he thought of her. He could still see her in his mind: The soft curls of her hair, the curves of her body, of her slender form crushed against his own, of...
"Adrian!" The voice shot through his thoughts, and as they crumbled a bout him like so many specks of dust, a ball hit him in the back of the head. "Damnit, Shamus!" he yelled, rubbing where the dodgeball connected with his skull. "What?" Shamus called back. "It's gym class, man, you're supposed to catch it with your hands, not your head!"
Yeah, no duh, thought Adrian. But gym class was the least of his worries. He had other issues that demanded his attention, trails to be walked, monsters to be killed. He was lost in the infinite of his imagination again. His body might be in the middle of gym class, but his mind was wandering the world of Sanctuary with his necromancer. Adrian was a Diablo II addict, pure and simple. And he had caves to purge of darkness, Prime Evils to kill, rogues to – A sudden pain filled his lungs, making him feel as though he had just run a marathon.
"SHAMUS!" "Sorry man, get with the game a little!" Adrian rubbed his chest where the ball just hit, wheezing softly. The new adventures of he and his necromancer would have to wait until he got home, he supposed.
The bell couldn't have rung any sooner. Before it finished, Adrian had his bag over his shoulder and was out the door. He stuck to the back alleys on the way home, in a desperate attempt to avoid getting the living hell beaten out of him...again. Adrian wasn't exactly the macho type, and as a result of this he often found himself hurled into worlds of pain between his house and school. Diablo II was more than a game to him, it was an escape from reality. He may be a nothing in actuality, but in the game, he was powerful. He could destroy entire hordes of devilkin with a single bone spear, and his skeletal minions over-ran whatever dungeon they entered. And soon, his hunger for a life which is not his would be sated. He had reached his front door without having the crap beaten out of him for the first time this week, and in about five minutes, he and Shamus would be on Battle.net again, with all the power they could ever imagine.
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A short first chapter, but I promise to write more and longer if you review! Err....review encouragingly, anyway! Thanks for reading!
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The wind chilled him to his very core, whistling through his silver-white hair. He smiled slightly as he thought of her. He could still see her in his mind: The soft curls of her hair, the curves of her body, of her slender form crushed against his own, of...
"Adrian!" The voice shot through his thoughts, and as they crumbled a bout him like so many specks of dust, a ball hit him in the back of the head. "Damnit, Shamus!" he yelled, rubbing where the dodgeball connected with his skull. "What?" Shamus called back. "It's gym class, man, you're supposed to catch it with your hands, not your head!"
Yeah, no duh, thought Adrian. But gym class was the least of his worries. He had other issues that demanded his attention, trails to be walked, monsters to be killed. He was lost in the infinite of his imagination again. His body might be in the middle of gym class, but his mind was wandering the world of Sanctuary with his necromancer. Adrian was a Diablo II addict, pure and simple. And he had caves to purge of darkness, Prime Evils to kill, rogues to – A sudden pain filled his lungs, making him feel as though he had just run a marathon.
"SHAMUS!" "Sorry man, get with the game a little!" Adrian rubbed his chest where the ball just hit, wheezing softly. The new adventures of he and his necromancer would have to wait until he got home, he supposed.
The bell couldn't have rung any sooner. Before it finished, Adrian had his bag over his shoulder and was out the door. He stuck to the back alleys on the way home, in a desperate attempt to avoid getting the living hell beaten out of him...again. Adrian wasn't exactly the macho type, and as a result of this he often found himself hurled into worlds of pain between his house and school. Diablo II was more than a game to him, it was an escape from reality. He may be a nothing in actuality, but in the game, he was powerful. He could destroy entire hordes of devilkin with a single bone spear, and his skeletal minions over-ran whatever dungeon they entered. And soon, his hunger for a life which is not his would be sated. He had reached his front door without having the crap beaten out of him for the first time this week, and in about five minutes, he and Shamus would be on Battle.net again, with all the power they could ever imagine.
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A short first chapter, but I promise to write more and longer if you review! Err....review encouragingly, anyway! Thanks for reading!