Post by tsappira on Apr 18, 2016 0:27:10 GMT
I always wondered why the worst nubs expect to be treated like gods. Here is a s***post theory story thing. ctrl+f to TLDR for the two sentence version. Sorry for the text wall o.o"
Once upon a time, when that a**hat Sauro still had hair on his head, the twelve gods created Iruna. They created the land that would become Parul, Mithurna, Darkan, Ganaji, Slebinia and the Dark Continent. They created the peoples of Hume, Cule, Diel and Elf and gave them powers of magic and invention. One such power was the gift of prophecy.
For a long time no prophecies were made. It seemed that even the gods could not know the future. But one day... one day, a young Lunite man began to foretell what was to happen.
It was prophesied that one day a saviour would come to the land, wearing nothing but a stupid red headband thing and a bland yellow tunic. This saviour would be low on spina but rich in spirit, and everyone must help further their quest by giving them the clothes off their back and their life savings. With the power of wheedling and coercion they would defeat the evils of the world.
Many years went by and no adventurer arrived. Quakes shook Parul and Darkan as the goddess bead mines grew. The Slebinian Empire began to develop magical weapons that wiped out entire cities and devastated their enemies. Monsters terrorised the so called "soldiers". Things looked grim for the world.
Then one day they appeared. Carrying just a shortsword, the adventurer fought their way to Rokoko City, expecting to be welcomed as a hero. They were mistaken. No one knew them. No one was going to give them anything valuable.
"Why are they doing this to me? I'm worth it!" the adventurer thought. "I deserve to be worshipped- I am the hero of this world!"
They stood in the city shouting at passersby in vain. The only person who paid any attention sent them to Oltoga Village where they died many times before returning to Rokoko.
Eventually, they sought out the elder of Lunite village, who hadn't spoken since he delivered the prophecy of the weakling adventurer. The adventurer furiously demanded to know why they weren't being showered with gifts. The old man answered..
"This was all just a joke. We don't help people who whine and beg and rage for boosts. Get out of my village, you leeching nub"
TLDR; I did warn you, this entire text wall is a s***post. Pie you, beggars who coax and threaten the gear off people. :'v
edit: I'm glad people like it. thank ^-^
Once upon a time, when that a**hat Sauro still had hair on his head, the twelve gods created Iruna. They created the land that would become Parul, Mithurna, Darkan, Ganaji, Slebinia and the Dark Continent. They created the peoples of Hume, Cule, Diel and Elf and gave them powers of magic and invention. One such power was the gift of prophecy.
For a long time no prophecies were made. It seemed that even the gods could not know the future. But one day... one day, a young Lunite man began to foretell what was to happen.
It was prophesied that one day a saviour would come to the land, wearing nothing but a stupid red headband thing and a bland yellow tunic. This saviour would be low on spina but rich in spirit, and everyone must help further their quest by giving them the clothes off their back and their life savings. With the power of wheedling and coercion they would defeat the evils of the world.
Many years went by and no adventurer arrived. Quakes shook Parul and Darkan as the goddess bead mines grew. The Slebinian Empire began to develop magical weapons that wiped out entire cities and devastated their enemies. Monsters terrorised the so called "soldiers". Things looked grim for the world.
Then one day they appeared. Carrying just a shortsword, the adventurer fought their way to Rokoko City, expecting to be welcomed as a hero. They were mistaken. No one knew them. No one was going to give them anything valuable.
"Why are they doing this to me? I'm worth it!" the adventurer thought. "I deserve to be worshipped- I am the hero of this world!"
They stood in the city shouting at passersby in vain. The only person who paid any attention sent them to Oltoga Village where they died many times before returning to Rokoko.
Eventually, they sought out the elder of Lunite village, who hadn't spoken since he delivered the prophecy of the weakling adventurer. The adventurer furiously demanded to know why they weren't being showered with gifts. The old man answered..
"This was all just a joke. We don't help people who whine and beg and rage for boosts. Get out of my village, you leeching nub"
THE END
TLDR; I did warn you, this entire text wall is a s***post. Pie you, beggars who coax and threaten the gear off people. :'v
edit: I'm glad people like it. thank ^-^
its really good, u should write more about mq and getting boosted 
