Disclaimer: Sorry if the "in character'ish" way annoys someone, thought it was fitting.
Let me tell a little story of how i became the Evil One.
Ever since a young boy, i was interested in hand to hand combat. I loved a good bloody mess, as i was rather heavy handed. All the good stuff were part of my life. I was strong, had great endurance and yet my intelligence was at it's peek. Something these tribals couldn't understand.
Then the village elder decided that i was the "chosen one". Hmpf, fine, they want me to do such meaningless jobs, i shall return the favor. First started my "quest" as i killed the guy standing by the stonepilar. He didn't let me back in the village, so i figured it was the right way to go about things.
The dang stone pilar was a bit too heavy for me, so off to the temple i went.
Went through the temple, disposing of some little bugs and finally proceeded to kill the ignorant one at the last door. Hey, he attacked first. Word travels fast evidently.
Took the key, got the vault suit of the Lucky Number 13 and entered the village. The village elder, lovely old lady, came out the tent screaming the "Evil One is here!" so i thought splattering her intestines on the tent wall was an appropriate answer.
Three friendly villagers decided to reward me, for the kindness i showed their leader, with spears and fists, so i disposed of them in an orderly fashion.
Now was the time to pay a visit to that old fool Hakunin. He mumbled something incoherant as usual, so i kicked his head until it was "straightened" to a sensible level. His life spirit faded faster then a campfire in the heavy rain that is life. How's that for words of "wisdom".
I took upon myself to take out the remainder of the village, and surely enough, those who didn't die by my hand, ran away like screaming children.
After the village was cured of ignorance and stupidity, i decided to take a visit to the town of Klamath, only to be rudely interrupted by that pesky Hakunin! He appeared to me and told that without something like hope, the village dies...i thought i cured that problem. Even though i was sure half of his body was scattered on his tent floor, he still managed to contact me. Must have been a ghost.
My esistance faded soon after in a flash of white, and i was no more. Shame, it was a good start for a good day.
Let me tell a little story of how i became the Evil One.
Ever since a young boy, i was interested in hand to hand combat. I loved a good bloody mess, as i was rather heavy handed. All the good stuff were part of my life. I was strong, had great endurance and yet my intelligence was at it's peek. Something these tribals couldn't understand.
Then the village elder decided that i was the "chosen one". Hmpf, fine, they want me to do such meaningless jobs, i shall return the favor. First started my "quest" as i killed the guy standing by the stonepilar. He didn't let me back in the village, so i figured it was the right way to go about things.
The dang stone pilar was a bit too heavy for me, so off to the temple i went.
Went through the temple, disposing of some little bugs and finally proceeded to kill the ignorant one at the last door. Hey, he attacked first. Word travels fast evidently.
Took the key, got the vault suit of the Lucky Number 13 and entered the village. The village elder, lovely old lady, came out the tent screaming the "Evil One is here!" so i thought splattering her intestines on the tent wall was an appropriate answer.
Three friendly villagers decided to reward me, for the kindness i showed their leader, with spears and fists, so i disposed of them in an orderly fashion.
Now was the time to pay a visit to that old fool Hakunin. He mumbled something incoherant as usual, so i kicked his head until it was "straightened" to a sensible level. His life spirit faded faster then a campfire in the heavy rain that is life. How's that for words of "wisdom".
I took upon myself to take out the remainder of the village, and surely enough, those who didn't die by my hand, ran away like screaming children.
After the village was cured of ignorance and stupidity, i decided to take a visit to the town of Klamath, only to be rudely interrupted by that pesky Hakunin! He appeared to me and told that without something like hope, the village dies...i thought i cured that problem. Even though i was sure half of his body was scattered on his tent floor, he still managed to contact me. Must have been a ghost.
My esistance faded soon after in a flash of white, and i was no more. Shame, it was a good start for a good day.
