The Legend of Despair

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, a kingdom prepared for its annual celebrations with the Festival of Love And Life. The festivities expanded over an entire week, beginning on the first day of the new year. The people's shouts of joy and happiness reverberated across the entire kingdom, eventually making their way to the ears of the evil witch who ruled the land with fear. She allowed the festivals to continue as a tool to keep the people from rebellion. Finally, the echoes of happiness and love brought a great sadness upon the evil witch for no amount of love could pierce her black and bitter heart. This year, she could bare the pain no longer. Filled with hatred, she traveled to the Valley of The Fallen; a burial ground for the dragons and men of an old war long forgotten. Using all her strength and knowledge of dark magic, she forced life back into the corpse of the strongest dragon, filled the beast with her anger and hatred, and named him Harbinger, for he carried with him the message of a coming darkness. She released the terrible dragon with the power to steal all hope and happiness from all who gazed upon his beady eyes. In the dragon's wake, was left behind a void of all that was good and true in the world. In resentful indignation, the kingdoms united against the witch and formed the largest army known to mankind and marched on the Valley of The Fallen to stop the witch's vile curse. Their thunderous footsteps pounded the valley from all sides. Though courageous and true to their cause, they failed in their task. The earth broke apart and swallowed the armies whole as the curse erupted from the valley and enveloped the land and all the realms therein. The curse has remained unbroken throughout time. To this very day, the curse drains the land of all forms of happiness wherever it may reside. History remembers this day as the Legend of Despair. In the modern time, we simply call this day, Monday.

Destiny's Architect

I travel the vast distances between lands searching for the answers to life's many questions. With curiosity as my guide, I will discover my destiny.

I am a soldier of the Light. Everyday I struggle against the forces of darkness, both in our realm and inside my own heart. The darkness trembles in my presence. I am the gentle hand that reassures the frightened. My goal is the protection of innocent life and to uphold the peace and tranquility of that innocent life. I am driven by love, compassion, and courage.

I am a warrior of the Darkness. I am the weapon that has slain the mightiest of armies and has conquered all who have dared to oppose me. Even the strongest of empires have fallen by my hand. The mere mention of my name is enough to drive terror into the souls of my enemies. My goal is to inflict the pain and suffering of my experiences on to those who are weak. I am fueled by my anger, my hate, and my aggression.

Who am I? I am a gamer. It is not that I have chosen not to live my life, it is that I have chosen to live many. This is my story.

Horrified

It's a beautiful sunny day here at Alamo Rent A Car as I prepare a 15 passenger van for a reservation the following day. The vibration from the pressure washer is almost numbing to my hands. My ears are filled with the soothing sounds of Jim Brickman as I wash the remaining soap suds off of the vehicle. The mist from the washer is cool to my skin and cancels out the heat from the sun. Suddenly, a new sensation appears on the back of my left hand. It's a very slight sensation like dust landing on a hair. I ignore the feeling at first, but then it happens again... and then again. Each slight twinge grows in annoyance until, finally, I twist my hand around only to be met with the purest of terrors. A spider. A spider was crawling across my hand! I burst forth with a manly howl! Most may have said a girlish scream but this is my tale so, I burst forth with a manly howl. I shake my hand with a great ferocity; so desperate to lose my unwanted visitor. After what seemed like an eternity, the spider finally lost its grip and falls to the ground. I proceed to take volcanic vengeance against the spider with an unmatched prejudice. I stomp as furiously as possible; slamming my boot down on its lifeless body time and time again. Its reign of terror was over. No longer will that arachnid be able to terrorize another innocent victim. With victory in my voice, I shout out, "What now!" Satisfied with my kill, I turn to return to my work. There stood my manager staring at me with a puzzled look. Whether that puzzled look was out of amusement or thinking I was mentally unstable, I do not know. I quickly motioned to the ground and simply stated, "spider." That was all that needed to be said. True story.

The Chair

Picture it. Highway 311 High Point, North Carolina approximately 3:20 pm. Traveling at 70 MPH, Im following a white Ford pickup while jamming to a rockin tune by Carrie Underwood. The Ford slowly starts heading to the right toward the guard rail. I think to myself, "What an idiot. He cant drive." The Ford suddenly takes a sharp right after slamming on brakes and what do I see immediatly in front of me but an office chair in the middle of highway 311. Panic shoots through my body. I steal a quick look around me to be sure I wouldnt endanger other drivers then take a hard left to avoid the chair and the Ford pickup. I feel the tail end of my KIA Optima slide out from under me as the tires scream bloody murder! This was it. It was time. Time for me to use the knowlege I learned from the Fast and the Furious! I navigate the tires into the slide thus correcting my course. With an epicness of theatric proportions, I open the throttle and fly forward past the Ford. A quick sigh of relief signals the end of this tale. True story.

The Gamers Creed

Day by day
With my Doritos and Dew
Ill play my life away.

Sitting on this couch in isolation
These words I say aloud
"For my enemy, there is no absolution."

Many are the Dews that I will consume.
With this controller in hand
Several lives I will assume.

When all is said and done
And great is your fame
"I am your master,"
Sayeth the game.

The Raid

I step out into the fresh morning air. The Sun shines down upon our small village, glimering off the crystal walls that protect us from invaders. The springtime feels great on my skin. As I make my way throughout our peaceful village, I see my fellow villagers roaming around running their normal day to day errands. I breathe in a deep breath of crisp cool air and let it out slowly as if to say, Im alive. Suddenly, I feel the ground shake ever so slightly. Then again. Another shake. Fear rises from my stomach into my heart. No! Please, not again. These words escape in a soft whisper pleading quietly that my fears will not be realized. The village raid siren begins to sound. The eerie wailing of the siren sends pure terror racing through my body. As the shaking grows even stronger, the first giant appears over the tip of the trees. The giant is accompanied by dozens of barbarians, archers, and wizards. They begin running out of the forest with intense war cries, intent on our complete destruction. Here I stand, frozen in fear. Our soldiers take their battle positions to protect our village. The shattering boom of the cannons reverberates across our village, waking me from my daze. Quickly, I run to the shelters. They are at the perimeter now, devastating the walls with their bombs. Arrows black out the sun and fireballs reign down from the sky as I close the door to the shelter. Me and those inside, huddle together in fear, praying for our very lives. Outside the shelter, we hear the clanking of swords, the booming of cannons, arrows wizzing by, and suddenly.... Silence. The silence was nearly deafening. No one dared leave the shelter. Slowly, I opened the door and took the first step. It was over. The village laid in ruins; debre everywhere. We made our way to the town hall where other survivors were already gathering. Our leader stood tall and exclaimed, "Today we were attacked by a visious enemy! We will not sit idly by while our enemy is allowed to roam free! Prepare the troops! We will have our revenge."
This, my friends, is my Clash of Clans experience.

Slippery Terror

I am fearless. The words roll off my tongue as an attempt to convince myself. There it lies before me. A field of Black Ice lying across the road tormenting innocent drivers. The Ices maniacal laughter is heard in the sound of slipping tires and the panic of drivers. Like the 300 Spartans, my resolve will not fade when faced with impossible odds. I take a deep breath and then chugg the remainder of my Mountain Dew as I rev my engine. I am fearless. I throw my car into drive and unleash 260 armored horses ready for war. The clip clop and neyhs of the horses could be heard as a loud growl from my tailpipe. I charge forward with confidence as I cross onto the black ice. I can feel the smooth terror under the tires desperately trying to rob me of traction. Those few seconds on the ice were an eternity. With panic rising up in my chest, I begin to lose the ever-precious traction and start sliding sideways. I feel a sudden jolt as my tires make contact with the grey asphalt of life. It is over. I continue on to my destination with pride in my eyes and victory in my heart. I am fearless. I am a Yankee!