Post by NEON725 on Jan 3, 2011 8:50:15 GMT -5
The lonely roleplayer sighed as he slumped down into a vacant chair. "There's a joke here about the chair breaking or something. He muttered to himself."
After days of wandering, he had found what he was looking for. An old site, long forgotten, or at least it seemed so. He reminisced about his first time here. Like now, it appeared abandoned. He had formed a character who, like himself, was from another place and time. After wandering some more a kindly warrior explained to him the situation.
The royalty and administration had gone. There were a handful of wanderers still doing the things they loved, and he joined them. He regretted now that he had to bow out of the happenings then, and wished he could go back and better treat the kindly warrior.
He returned again once after that. He expected ruin, and chaos. To his surprise, he had insulted the administration, who had returned after a long hiatus. They eventually settled their differences, and a new monarchy was put into place. Things appeared to be well.
Then he was suddenly banished from the land, as if by magic. Torn away from his Elven captor, and his newfound home. He was lost forever from this place, it seemed.
Since then, he had taken up a life of wandering as before, until he found a place of dungeons and dragons. It had an existing monarchy that was powerful and direct, although very helpful. He made new friends and characters, and became more learned. His typing speed improved, his drama unfurled more dramatically, and he learned to never break the fourth wall.
He had returned now to the site. He could not see his old friends, and the entire site appeared to be in ruins once again. What would he find here? Would anyone respond?
He picked up an old radio and began fiddling with the dials. "Hello? Is anyone still roleplaying?" he asked. The radio gave a small noise.
*PING*, it went. *PING *PING
After days of wandering, he had found what he was looking for. An old site, long forgotten, or at least it seemed so. He reminisced about his first time here. Like now, it appeared abandoned. He had formed a character who, like himself, was from another place and time. After wandering some more a kindly warrior explained to him the situation.
The royalty and administration had gone. There were a handful of wanderers still doing the things they loved, and he joined them. He regretted now that he had to bow out of the happenings then, and wished he could go back and better treat the kindly warrior.
He returned again once after that. He expected ruin, and chaos. To his surprise, he had insulted the administration, who had returned after a long hiatus. They eventually settled their differences, and a new monarchy was put into place. Things appeared to be well.
Then he was suddenly banished from the land, as if by magic. Torn away from his Elven captor, and his newfound home. He was lost forever from this place, it seemed.
Since then, he had taken up a life of wandering as before, until he found a place of dungeons and dragons. It had an existing monarchy that was powerful and direct, although very helpful. He made new friends and characters, and became more learned. His typing speed improved, his drama unfurled more dramatically, and he learned to never break the fourth wall.
He had returned now to the site. He could not see his old friends, and the entire site appeared to be in ruins once again. What would he find here? Would anyone respond?
He picked up an old radio and began fiddling with the dials. "Hello? Is anyone still roleplaying?" he asked. The radio gave a small noise.
*PING*, it went. *PING *PING