Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 2:57 pm
I am no single character. None playable characters are those who will speak with you, live with you, die with you, and become friends with you. Such is the way. I am those characters. The man down the street, the woman drawing her sword, the enemy across the field, the emissary for the Exiles, that wizzorbe with the eyeless glare that chills to the soul - I am everyone but you, excluding those characters belonging to the Narrator and the Royal Guard. I am your best friend, your worst enemy, I am the chill in the wind, the earthquake, the trees, the very breath and feeling you have before you face your greatest fears. I can be hurt by you, effected by you, killed by you, laughed at by you, persuaded, respected, but I can just as easily back stab you, hurt someone you care about, laugh and you, kill you, insult you, and give respect and honour to you. I will slay your armies, fill your hearts with courage, be proud to stand by your side, and assassinate your best friends. Everything I become will be effected by your actions, and your fate will be effected by mine. Through me, Hyrule will see its fate.
I am the NPC Dungeon Master. Fear me, love me, hate me, trust me, fail me, help me. Do as you please. My story is yours now.
I am the NPC Dungeon Master. Fear me, love me, hate me, trust me, fail me, help me. Do as you please. My story is yours now.
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The wind has died. The beating of my heart is faster than those of the battle drums. My sword is slimy with sweat. We're outnumbered. The gods can't save us. I can expect nothing. This then is glory, a mark in a legend doomed to be forgotten.
Then I see it & the drums & my heart stop beating in sync. There it is. I can feel its breath & eyes. Its desire to see blood. Red grass rather than green. The mass glows with shadows. Are we ready?
Are you, fellow adventurers?
The wind has died. The beating of my heart is faster than those of the battle drums. My sword is slimy with sweat. We're outnumbered. The gods can't save us. I can expect nothing. This then is glory, a mark in a legend doomed to be forgotten.
Then I see it & the drums & my heart stop beating in sync. There it is. I can feel its breath & eyes. Its desire to see blood. Red grass rather than green. The mass glows with shadows. Are we ready?
Are you, fellow adventurers?
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