When I first met you... do you remember? It's been so many years, yet I do. I can never forget.
Three, possibly four years ago, mid-summer in the states. Back when the game flourished, new faces crowded the towns, vendors as far as the eye can see, just after they changed Swamp of Dawn. I was leveling Suki then, my lovely 95 cleric, way back when Out-Cast existed. I spent my days bashing away at Big Mudmen as my wifey urged me to hit 96 for mimics.
That week we met, do you remember? A week of no experience loss, courtesy of OutSpark. It was only then that I dare to enter your home. Mechy suggested it, it never would have crossed my mind. She thought the guild could do a quest run since the repercussions of dying were gone. I was frightened, but Kobu insisted I would be fine. I braced myself at the desktop, anxious to enter your den. We had not met, yet I knew I had reason to be uneasy.
I marveled at your home, so beautifully broken. The environment intrigued me, from the creatures that ran amok to the pieces of marble pillar that lay scattered about. I didn’t have time to appreciate it though, I was deathly afraid of letting the tank die. We fought, inch by inch to reach you, facing fierce opponents, an array of beasts all crafted to guard your being.
Nothing could prepare me for your unveiling. As we crept through the final hall, coated in blood and wounds, up to our boots in water, I knew what lay before us was meant for me. The light at the end of the tunnel was nothing more than an illusion of peace, beauty, hope and all things good. It shattered, the shards lay in thousands of pieces, revealing a magnificent dual headed serpent that towered greater than any being in this fictional world of Isya. It was breath taking, in both sense of the word. Without a second of hesitation you began your assault, quickly taking me under 10% HP. The battle had begun, and we launched our counter attack.
We fought, died, revived many a times in that war. I knew you had a fascination with me, killing my wife out of jealousy, constantly throwing your body and fangs at me, you even spawned baby snakes to chase me about. All this time I was anxious, afraid, heart beating and feeling so alive!
Alas the fighting had to come to an end, and with the final slash of Peter’s axe, you fell. However I knew what we had would transcend beyond death. You ignited this passion within me, bringing fun and excitement in form of this arduous endeavor. You left me something, a present of sorts, in a giant golden egg. A lovely piece of armor, gold like the very egg it emerged from, as durable as your scales and it glistened like the water on your floors. That piece of Advance Protection Armor was not a parting gift, oh no, it was a vow to return.
Do you remember when I first met you?