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Barthilas
Wierz awoke with a start, a crack of thunder assaulted his ears. He sat upright in his kingsize bed, eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. A flash of lightning lit up his cabin, his luxurious captains quarters. What time is it? He looked down at his brushed silver chronograph on his left wrist, the hands standing silent over the hundreds of moving cogs stuck on 0315 hours. He had been dreaming of a storm or had he been in some state of conciousness this whole time? He slid over and dangled his legs over the side as he poured himself a sixty year old scotch from a crystal decanter that was resting on his bedside table. It must have been a dream it was so lucid, so vivid. He was dreaming of a previous life. The faces.... He knew the faces, every lightning flash he glimpsed a new one. Good looking faces and the coolest dudes he had known. What had happened to them? He stood up naked as the room lit up again, chiselled abs and Abercrombie features stared back at him in the mirror. He exhaled the scotch it was warm as it passed his lips, it smelled like accomplishment.

Flash! Another face appeared in the mirror, the thunder seemed to rumble a name. VINDAWGGG.
Another flash another handsome face and name, GAAAAA. Flash, Rumble, IVOOOOO. Faster and faster the names and faces appeared. MCRDM, SLAPPYWAG, RADPHAT, QWES, HOTSPOT. It was like a Calvin Klein Calender on fast forward and rewind. Suddenly the thunder roared its loudest and the faces merged into some kind of Godlike apparition.
“Wierzbowski!” It growled. “You have been charged with trespassing into real life and being hugely successful while the realm crumbled to pieces. Trash cans litter the Barrens and huddle around the battle masters, they mine and farm unchecked. No one has seen a 10 minute resurrection timer in years. The Factory is ready to be reopened but it needs its CEO, return to us. Help us channel our godlike gaming abilities in the right direction.”

Wierz awoke with a start, a crack of thunder assaulted his ears. He sat upright in his kingsize bed, eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. A flash of lightning lit up his cabin, his luxurious captains quarters. He was filled with purpose, a life of race horses and Audi RS models had softened who he was. He threw on his Burberry Naval Coat and stormed to the bridge of his ship. The officer of the watch greeted him.
“Helmsman, turn this ship around!” he boomed.
“What course sir?”
“Set a heading for Barthilas, I have a production line to begin.” He said with a smile.
pritch15 approved
Requirements

- All classes
- Have and will hit over 2k in arena

Being handsome and successful is a must and will be determined by the officers of the guild.

Thanks chumps.
Looking good, feeling good.
bump, looking for good players.
can i plz join
/bow should write a book will read/10
/bow should write a book will read/10


wierz is writing one. i'll let him know that he has a buyer.
can i plz join


sorry man no stinkys allowed
xyrem has spoken.

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