Azure Sky
Random Lazy Guy
The End of an Era
"What was it?" He wondered. The blue clear skies? The lively green, white, or sometimes red, scenery? The rich gaming experience? The stress relief? Maybe it was all of those things. Blackjack contempated his life. In his mid 30s, a recovery audit analyst for one of the large corporations that dominated his usually monochrome world. In a world with artificial lungs, dark skies caused by excessive polution and a feeling of depression making daily life seem everygrey. That was the situation the Earth was in. Yet, he found solace in Yiggdrasil at least, a world, even if fake, that was the opposite of the usual one. He could at least escape reality.
He was reminescing about his first guild, Harvest. The founder, Ignis, had an interesting concept: craftsmen that could PK. Each an every member of Harvest had to have at least one crafting-related class. It was a very interesting guild of self-sufficiency. Each member had the capacity to create at least one type of item on their own and could collaborate on greating great divine-class weapons, armor, or accesories, as well as individuals that could create outstanding golems. They always had a purpose for their actions, which was mainly collecting materials, but also their guilty pleasure... player killing. Like most of his guild, Blackjack didn't discriminate: it didn't matter if the opponent was a humanoid, demi-human, or heteromorph. He would go all in for the kill. It was a shame though, the player base and activity had dwindled to the point where Blackjack found it too monotone. Despite his respect for Ignis, Blackjack had to say goodbye to Harvest.
In his search for a more active player group, he found Logos. Now these guys were a lot less... structured, so to say. Apart from the fact that humanoids were an extreme minority in this guild (not that he cared that much), they were free-spirited adventurers, explorers of the unknown. A much more daredevilesque approach to the game than the careful players of Harvest. Sometimes their risk-taking bore fruit, sometimes it made Blackjack want to curse at their recklessness, but sometimes they would discover something special. It was thanks to one of those risky adventures that he'd obtain his very rare Vorpal Knight class, for example. He looked at his remaining active guild mates with a sense of joy and nostalgia. It seemed they were planning something, but he was too lost in his own thoughts...
The game was about to reach its final moments. In a mater of minutes. His only stress relief and moment of solace was about to be eliminated from this world. He sighed. It was the end of an era.
