Post by JIRO on Apr 13, 2012 13:51:27 GMT -5
[style=font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; width: 300px]Jiro soft leather boots padded on the dungeon floor, his spear leaning against his shoulder. His eyes traced the stones he walked over, keen eyes following the pixels and waiting for the tones of the stone to repeat themselves. He avoided touching the cracks and a light smile tugging at his lips. The graphics had been everything the game promised.
With these introspective, day-dreaming thoughts, he turned the corner, his eyes flicking around--he jumped back!
Had they seen him? Two stooping goblins. His back pressed against the cold, wet stone wall as he clutched his lance. He was still level one. He didn't know what he could handle and he wanted to play The World like it was real. If he ever died, he promised himself, he would start over with a whole new character.
Pulling himself together to test the very first monster, launch around the corner and stabbed his spear into the first goblin belly he saw. [/style]
With these introspective, day-dreaming thoughts, he turned the corner, his eyes flicking around--he jumped back!
Had they seen him? Two stooping goblins. His back pressed against the cold, wet stone wall as he clutched his lance. He was still level one. He didn't know what he could handle and he wanted to play The World like it was real. If he ever died, he promised himself, he would start over with a whole new character.
Pulling himself together to test the very first monster, launch around the corner and stabbed his spear into the first goblin belly he saw. [/style]