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Hey, I want an opinion...as most of you know a great deal of my time is devoted to a great many games I play...But theres one that I have literally played...for 6 years..off and of...actually playing time was probably about 3 I pay 10 bucks a month to play but...I've always played...regardless The game had it's 6th anniversary recently..It's an MMORPG (massively multi player online role playing game) many other people play which is I guess why I find it fun...regardless..I wrote this and sent it in for a contest for memories of 6th anniversary..tell me what you think, and be honest..
"As I sit tonight in one of the many lively taverns in Britannia with a group of long-missed friends, I think about the world of Britannia as I remember it six very long years ago. I remember it as a world of more than murderers, monsters, and bringers of light--I remember when houses were pre-built and existed as no more than a few paces in width, length, and height excluding, of course, the great keeps and castles of wealthy guilds. Moreover, I recall how I could actually find a dozen or so areas to place my home. I also remember when the brilliance of a weapon or piece of armor donned by a Britannian was recognized by words such as 'might' or 'hardening' rather than by numbers as they are now.
"Six years ago, it took a great party of grandmaster mages and warriors to fell an ancient wyrm or balron; these days, all one needs is a wyrm of his own! Blacksmiths had only the traditional steel to work from-'verite,' 'valorite,' and even 'copper' were the words of a lunatic. None had the skill or cleverness to craft armor from a dragon--repeating crossbows, lances, and even scythes had not yet been fathomed. The art of meditation was undiscovered, along with the arcane arts of necromancy or chivalry. Gifts from the Gods known as 'veteran rewards' had not yet been seen on the face of Sosaria. The bankers of Britannia had not yet thought of--or needed--a system of converting gold into checks. Yew was still a beautiful wooded town; the swamp it has been cursed by today was beyond anyone's wildest imagination of things to come. A destination through a moongate could only be judged by the phase of the moon. Perhaps the greatest change that no one could have predicted, as I mentioned briefly, was the splitting of Sosaria into many facets; the evil-stricken facet of Felucca and cleansed lands of Trammel.
"Yet bards still sing as beautifully as ever, dragons still wander the depths of the darkest dungeons for brave warriors to battle, blacksmiths still bring hammer to glowing steel through the long hours of the night, and a great many laughs and wondrous adventures occur as they have ages before. Men still can't figure out how to wear brassieres or female armor, though for six years they have tried. And whilst the world has changed immensely, the strength and ingenuity of its people to adapt has not suffered, and it is for this very reason that order remains in the world.
"Tonight, I raise my glass to those brave and strong enough to make it through the darkest ages of Sosaria; it is to them we owe our lives.
With warm regards and spirit,"
Warrior of Chesapeake
"As I sit tonight in one of the many lively taverns in Britannia with a group of long-missed friends, I think about the world of Britannia as I remember it six very long years ago. I remember it as a world of more than murderers, monsters, and bringers of light--I remember when houses were pre-built and existed as no more than a few paces in width, length, and height excluding, of course, the great keeps and castles of wealthy guilds. Moreover, I recall how I could actually find a dozen or so areas to place my home. I also remember when the brilliance of a weapon or piece of armor donned by a Britannian was recognized by words such as 'might' or 'hardening' rather than by numbers as they are now.
"Six years ago, it took a great party of grandmaster mages and warriors to fell an ancient wyrm or balron; these days, all one needs is a wyrm of his own! Blacksmiths had only the traditional steel to work from-'verite,' 'valorite,' and even 'copper' were the words of a lunatic. None had the skill or cleverness to craft armor from a dragon--repeating crossbows, lances, and even scythes had not yet been fathomed. The art of meditation was undiscovered, along with the arcane arts of necromancy or chivalry. Gifts from the Gods known as 'veteran rewards' had not yet been seen on the face of Sosaria. The bankers of Britannia had not yet thought of--or needed--a system of converting gold into checks. Yew was still a beautiful wooded town; the swamp it has been cursed by today was beyond anyone's wildest imagination of things to come. A destination through a moongate could only be judged by the phase of the moon. Perhaps the greatest change that no one could have predicted, as I mentioned briefly, was the splitting of Sosaria into many facets; the evil-stricken facet of Felucca and cleansed lands of Trammel.
"Yet bards still sing as beautifully as ever, dragons still wander the depths of the darkest dungeons for brave warriors to battle, blacksmiths still bring hammer to glowing steel through the long hours of the night, and a great many laughs and wondrous adventures occur as they have ages before. Men still can't figure out how to wear brassieres or female armor, though for six years they have tried. And whilst the world has changed immensely, the strength and ingenuity of its people to adapt has not suffered, and it is for this very reason that order remains in the world.
"Tonight, I raise my glass to those brave and strong enough to make it through the darkest ages of Sosaria; it is to them we owe our lives.
With warm regards and spirit,"
Warrior of Chesapeake