Chapter 4: welcome to the game of death by BloodWolf752, literature
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Chapter 4: welcome to the game of death
Chapter 4: welcome to the game of death
“Welcome to our little hangout” Tyr called out, throwing his arms out wide as he gestured around the shop we had bought and got partway through converting it into a workshop, we had just plastered over where we had tore all the fittings out, the counter, shelves, everything. The only furniture in the dimly lit room were some crates and barrels we used for tables and chairs, a series of worktables in the far-left corner allowed us to follow our chosen crafts. In the beta, I had invested heavily into the manufacture and synthesis of mutagens and stimulants. While mutagens offered a permanent
Chapter 3: hunting and combat practice by BloodWolf752, literature
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Chapter 3: hunting and combat practice
Chapter 3: hunting and combat practice
"Ahhh! right in the balls!" Anon yelled, clutching his manhood as he fell. The boar he was attacking fought back and caught him below the belt.
I struggled to contain my laughter "you don't feel anything, y'know, you feel most physical sensations but very little pain, it throws you off, number one thing reported in the beta" I called out as I batted the boar I was fighting aside with my shield before activating one of my attack skills "counter rush" a block-breaker heavy attack in which I throw the attack aside with the shield strapped to my left arm before shredding the target while it's off balance wi
Chapter 2:new faces + basics= by BloodWolf752, literature
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Chapter 2:new faces + basics=
Chapter 2:new faces + basics= win
I was about to step off the spawning shrine when a sudden rush of air and a sudden cry of shock to my immediate left snapped my attention as another player, obviously getting caught off guard by the spawning-inertia appeared right next to me, reflex kicked in as I caught the figure, he had thick black hair, was about six inches shorter than me than me, my character was about an inch or two above the average, he was skinny, with sharp green eyes that darted around, trying to take in every detail of his surroundings, his starting clothing was green and red, his jacket was a deep red, his shirt, green, same sta
Chapter 1: Into the game of death UPDATED by BloodWolf752, literature
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Chapter 1: Into the game of death UPDATED
Chapter 1: Into the game of death (no, NOT the hunger games)
"Hey, bro!" a female voice called from somewhere downstairs, "I'm heading off on my patrol, don't spend too long on that game!" my 25 year old sister, who recently finished the police academy finished as I heard the door open before clicking shut a few moments later. I was alone now.
I turned back to the state-of-the-art computer I had assembled bare-bones to live up to my gaming requirements, and restarted the "MMO stream" podcast I was listening to, "G'day gamers of the Earth and beyond! welcome to MMO stream", the presenter, a Mrs Emily Mason, called out in her trademark, overl
Prologue: the authors notes by BloodWolf752, literature
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Prologue: the authors notes
Prologue: the authors notes
Thinking back, I can't decide if it was a blessing, or a curse.
To begin with, allow me to explain. My name.... well, my name's not important. Everyone knows me by my user name anyway, BloodWolf752, in case you were wondering, I was one of the lucky few thousand to make it out of the death game known as "Rise of the Dawn Blade". a full-immersion MMORPG (for anyone who doesn't know, it stands for Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) I was one of the beta testers, responsible for making sure the game was actually ready to go to market and, to be honest I should have seen what happened next coming, a majo
Ulysses
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known,-- cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honor'd of t