Who I am in real life doesn't matter; who I am in the game is what counts.
Before it happened, I bumbled my way through the virtual reality massively multiplayer online role-playing game The Greenwood, made crap builds, and wasted my time.
Then I got murdered. A shadowy figure took my hard-accumulated possessions and left me to die. I admit, I did a rage quit and deleted my character. Then I wondered what kind of person that rage-quit made me? Maybe I was a quitter? And maybe I really was someone who would let a bully get away with disrespecting me?
But then again, no: I respected myself too much for that. I rolled a new character, I vowed to get good, and re-entered The Greenwood. I took on the name Barcud and the profession of ranger. I vowed to rise through the levels, hone my skills, hunt down the shadowy figure, and grind his face in the dirt. This is my story.
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I've read fortune cookies that were better written
I can't think of anyone that would find this enjoyable
Probably another book in the genre by an actual author that knows how to write
Every character is the same and he sounds like a bitch teenager the whole time.
ANGER.. ANGER that people have probably spent $ to read this horribly written book.
This was really bad. The characters were so unlikeable and the dialogue so bad that halfway through the book I found myself rooting for the villain to kill them all. Then I realized how poorly written was too at which point I was just hoping for an explosion to end them all abruptly.