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Sucked In	By : HarmonizedAnimus Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4374 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Right then. Let’s start with the basics.”

The text box hovered above the gnome on the chair. His hands moved in various gestures, and his mouth could never have matched up with the words. I sat in my chair, waiting for a moment. When there was no follow up, I leaned forward slightly, hitting enter and typing “Which are?” Another text box appeared over my own character, a human priest.

Yet another attempt at applying for a new guild.

Another chat box appeared. “Oh, you know, stuff like age, playtimes, raiding experience, stuff like that.” The same animation. I thought for a moment how much the better the game would be if the animations could somehow match up to what was being said before answering. Hitting enter again, “Ah, alright. I’m 19, I usually play on weekends though I do have some time during the week, and as for my raiding experience…” I hit enter once more and the box appeared. I started to type again. “I was a huge raider back in Wrath, but I haven’t done much in Cataclysm. I’m a quick learner though, and well geared for it.” Another chat box. Same old, same old.

I had thought that this guild would be a little higher class then some of the others I had applied at, as they required a one on one interview for an application. It seemed like it so far, as the gnome sitting behind the desk (Or, rather, standing) went as far as to wear a suit. My character was dressed in his normal gear, which was a various mix and match sort of thing. Pieces of equipment collected from quests and dungeons, from factions throughout the world. The most noticeable feature was the headpiece; it had a wide-brimmed white hat with a white scarf covering most of his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. It was interesting to see, but without a matching set it simply looked odd.

A few minutes or so had passed since I had last spoken. The gnome remained still, occasionally looking around as if he was worried about something sneaking up on him. It made me chuckle to think about; Why had they created the character’s casual animations to be so tense? They needed to loosen up a bit. Finally, the gnome responded. “Sorry, had someone at the door. Everything seems to be in order in that area, but what do you do? Spec, professions?”

Interesting. I hadn’t had a guild ask about that yet. I started typing once more. “Ah, right. I’m discipline, with an off-spec of shadow. I’m fairly good at dps, but I’m usually a healer. I’m an herbalist and scribe, and also maxed in cooking.” Another chat box. I decided to search the room while waiting. It was a simple room in the center of the human city, Stormwind. My priest stood in the center, breathing in a way that seemed like he was out of breath. I often thought that, since characters are always running, it’d make sense for them to be out of breath. In front of him was a plain wooden desk, and behind that was the gnome standing on a chair. Other than that, there was nothing much of interest in the room. It was rather plain. The gnome responded.

“Sounds good to me. But I’ll have to go over it with the other officers. It could take anywhere from a day to a week, depending on when they get on. But they’re always on at least once a week, so don’t fear. I’ll contact you when I find out, sound good?” I read over his message and sighed slightly. It was odd that they had to go over applications with every officer, but it might be worth it in the end. Enter again. “Yes, sounds good. Thanks for your time.” I had my character bow, and left the room.

That behind, I let my character leave the house. I immediately summoned my drake mount and flew off. My drake was something of interest; it was a Netherwing drake, a type of dragon bred originally by Deathwing, the Aspect of Death. Netherwing drakes did not have scales, like most dragons, but their skin looked as smooth as leather. Their color varied, but my drake had dark blue skin, becoming much lighter towards its belly and legs, having the same color in three lines on its neck. It also had crystals protruding out of the back of its head and lower back, which were dark blue. Its wings seemed also translucent, but the color remained; dark blue near the bone, and lighter blue for the rest. They also left behind blue streaks wherever they moved. Another unique feature of the Netherwings is a constant purple cloud seeming to emanate from their bodies, along with slight purple jolts that seemed like electrical discharges. But this was all old to me, and I rarely took the time to appreciate it anymore.

Having nothing to do, I flew to the middle of Stormwind and simply stopped, my drake continually flapping its wings. I leaned back in my chair, yawning slightly. I closed my eyes for only a moment before hearing a slight noise. I never could quite tell what it resembled; the closest I could ever think of was tapping something like a fork against another. I opened my eyes, as it was a normal sound to alert me of a message. Someone had whispered me. I sat back up, looking to see who it was.

It was a good friend of mine, a guy named “Averist”. A bit more creative then my own character’s name, “Quill”. The message read “Hey, you doing anything tonight?” I smirked briefly at the resemblance to a pick up line before responding. “Nah, I’m just chilling. What’s up?” While I waited for a response I looked around the city I was currently flying over. It was a large, well-fortified capitol, divided into six areas. It used to be seven, but the last of which recently went up in flames, quite literally. As I turned to get a good look, the ruins of the park were still smoking and falling apart. I had just come from Cathedral Square, where all those of holy nature gather. On my particular server, however, Moon Guard, a bit more then priests and paladins gather there.

Moon Guard is a role-playing server. Role-playing is what it sounds like; people acting out their characters as if they’re real. On this particular server, Cathedral Square is a popular gathering for role-players, for reasons I never delved into. I did in fact role-play myself, but I rarely do anymore.

“Me and some buddies want to raid tonight. Think you can heal?” The pink-purple message appeared on my screen. I thought for a moment, shrugging. I replied, “Sure. When is it?” “In two hours. That good?” “Yea. I can make it.” As I hit enter, a guard on a gryphon passed by. Expecting that to be the end of our conversation, I was mildly surprised to get one more whisper. “Ugh… Goldshire.”

Remember when I said Cathedral Square is a popular place for role-players? Well, it isn’t the only popular place. Though, I’m never sure if I should consider Goldshire a place to role-play. Goldshire is a small village just outside of Stormwind itself, and on Moon Guard, has built itself quite a reputation. I sometimes call it the reject corner, as some people who are considered trash in most places go there to ease their minds. Though, that is a relatively small group. Most people who go there do something known as Erotic Role-Playing. Basically, it’s cybering through a video game. Hence, why I responded with “Oh, Pornshire? What about it?”

“Oh, nothing. Just flew over it and people are spam yelling. Again.” I smiled a bit. While erotic role-playing might be what Goldshire is known for, trolls of all kinds are attracted there. And with trolls come the spammers. “What are they saying?” “Oh, nothing important. Someone just yelled “NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER””

Things like that crack me up. So, after laughing a bit, I responded with “I wonder why?” But as I hit enter, I thought to myself. After thinking about all of this, I kind of wanted to role-play a bit. Not in Goldshire, of course, but just for fun. And, seeing as I wasn’t doing anything for two hours… “Eh, beats me. Anyways, I’ve gotto go take care of dinner. See you in a few.” And a few seconds later, he logged out.

I thought for a moment before deciding I did, indeed want to role-play. It’d be a nice change of pace, and I haven’t used my gear in a while. So, I flew off to the bank, my drake vanishing in a puff of smoke as I went inside. While role-playing, people like to put together sets of gear, instead of their mix-and-match questing garments. I am no different, and have put together a very nice set of equipment. I got it all out of my bank and walked back outside, summing my drake once more and flying up. After putting my gear on, my character looked very sophisticated.

My robes had an intricate design on them, being a mix of white and purple colors. The sleeves were grey in color with white designs running along it. Barely visible, his hands had dark purple gloves on. Further up were his shoulderpads, which seemed like stacks of material on top of the other, getting smaller towards the top. The first layer was dark purple, the second being seemingly made of light, a constant glow emanating from it. This second layer was much bigger than any of the others, the rest of the shoulderpads being dark purple with white lines to separate them. Even further was his collar, with a white rim and purple center, inlaid with gold designs. The collar covered up to the sides of his head, his brown hair the only thing really visible other than his face. Beneath his neck was what appeared to be a circle of light, behaving similarly to the shoulderpads. Beneath it was a trail of purple cloth, covered in white and gold designs, the gold being on sides, waist and at the end of the robes. The back was the same as the front, although instead of the circle of light, there were silver strands covering the purple stip. This was the Incarnate Raiment.

Ready to start, I flew down to the sidewalk just outside of the main area, the Trade District. I dismounted and began walking, with no real destination in mind. Much sooner than I expected, I saw the familiar text bubble appear to the side of the road. It simply said, “You…” Pausing, I replied “Me?” Back. The person who said it was a human, but he was covered in rags. I assumed it was a beggar, looking for gold, but I wasn’t sure. His next message caught my eye, “No… not you… the person… behind you…” Turning around, there was no one behind my character. This seemed a little strange. “I beg your pardon?”

Enter again. I had noticed some time ago that there was a worn space on my enter key. You could only guess why.

“You… you who covet what you do… become one with it.”

I hadn’t even processed what was said before the character stood up and began casting a spell. It seems like it was dark magic, but he had no spell bar. Confused, I turned towards the man and began to type.

I barely hit enter before my screen went black.

I barely had time to blink before everything else did too.

I awoke what seemed like some time later, but not in my chair. I was lying face down on hard pavement. But it wasn’t pavement. Is that… stone? I pushed against the ground in an effort to stand, and found myself much stronger then I remembered. My clothes were different. For some reason, there was weight on my shoulders, and I couldn’t turn my head without looking into white cloth. I heard laughter, and upon looking, I saw the man.

The man from the game. In front of me.

He looked real all right. And he was chuckling. Not the simple animation of the game, but like an actual person. His body started to get lost in shadow, until he was simply gone. I stood up completely, looking around. It was Stormwind, but it couldn’t be… I raised my hand to try and scratch my head when I realized I had purple gloves on. I looked at myself and realized I was wearing the gear I had put on my character minutes before.

“Haha, I got your gorilla!” I jumped out of the way as a little girl ran past holding a toy gorilla. A boy about the same age was hot on her tail, saying “Give him back!” Coming from the other direction, a man dressed as a chef walked by, yelling “Fresh bread! Get your fresh bread here!” I looked around frantically, trying to piece it all together, even though the answer was obvious.

A city guard on a gryphon flew overhead.

I don’t think I’m going to make that raid tonight…
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