Jon
sat by the window of his living room and stared out into the shining
sun, reflecting upon the very creation of the games he held so dear.
"You
know, a lot goes into making a game. When you get past all the hype
and graphics, there is a team of men and women working hard trying to
construct something that's remotely playable, let alone something
that'll earn a buck. It can really make you appreciate all the time
and effort put into even the simplest of games...
"But
who cares about

"Cursed forest." Victoria muttered, cleaving a branch in her path. Yet another took it's place, and she slashed it apart as well.
  The red headed mercenary walked through a deep, overgrown forest. Her most recent client, a noble named Clarisse Wainright requested she 'eliminate' a bandit who'd been preying on all the rich passerby. And, the client would be taking that path soon, and didn't like the prospect of being robbed.
  None of that mattered the frustrated swor

 Victoria strode through the plains, wind blowing with full force. Her hair was thrown back, but she paid it no mind. Her job had been finished, she had recieved her payment, and now she was simply going to rest for the day. Perhaps she could find something to occupy her time.
  Then, a thunderous shout rang out through the plain.
  "HO! Ho there, Snake Maiden!" The cry sounded out.
  Victoria turned, just in time to see a sword swinging straight at her head

  Victoria glanced back over her shoulder. Uvaltar was growing smaller in the distance, as her and her mage companion walked farther and farther away.
  She looked over at Chold, the old man trying to squeeze one last bit of wine from his glass, which it turned out was the second he'd brought along. With his first smashed to dust on the road aways back, it didn't surprise her.
  "Oh, not again!" The old mage groaned. "Oh, gods, why must thou be so CRUEL!?&qu