(This chronicle is under construction by a terrible writer. Please proceed with caution as I jump from topic to topic and may not be fully understandable or creative at that)
It has been 2 years. 2 years. And this is all you achieved? A measly level 47 ranking? That’s what I would say if I did check on my hero regularly. Which I didn’t. For more than one full year. At least it got me the Honored Renegade achievement. Which should be something I’m proud of, I guess. Or is it? Oh well, that’s what I get for being young and forgetful. At least I regained control. It is easier than starting from scratch (which I actually did before remembering and regaining control of this one, resulting in this one being “relegated” to an alt). Speaking of scratch, my gravatar likes to do such things. Scratch and such.
Do lions howl? Or cats, for that matter. I guess they don’t, which makes my guild choice not make sense that much. Not that my hero would have sense, anyways. He’s a bumbling idiot as far as I know. But he is my bumbling idiot, and he’s surprisingly doing okay, now that I’m back. And he kept his pet alive for one year and 4 months (but is still at a measly level 12, so that has got to be one of the oldest level 12 trojan horses that exist. It might very well be a termite house right now), which is cool, sort of.
Oh, this is the hero’s chronicles, not the god’s. But to hell with that, I’ll make it a jumble of words that vaguely refer to me as a god and my stupid hero. He sprang up in Godville from thin air, after all. That thin air being a life-supporting planet with a thin atmosphere in which my hero lived in before somehow finding himself being teleported to Godville in a hidden teleportation device in the temple. His current name, I Am Found, isn’t really his real name, it’s just something I named him for reasons that are relevant to me, like having found him after a year of neglect and abandon. You know, that sort of thing.
At least he still believes in me, his god, who is being nice to him right now. Very encouraging, at least in this game, that is. He’s just an unremarkable in real life. Let’s just say he’s as weird and crazy as I am, in a different sense, of course. He’s died 37 times, and I haven’t died yet, technically (although there’s a huge difference between people who are not dead and people who are alive, which I sometimes do doubt for being too distant). Like me, my hero has no idea what he’s doing, but he has a good reason for that and I don’t, since he’s an idiot and I’m not. That doesn’t mean I know things though, as I insist that I know nothing and I’d like to keep it that way.
Believe it or not, this hero is way less lazy than I am. Cool.
He has a lot of gold coins, I’ll give him that. I wish he would give me some of it though. A few gold coins would mean a lot to me. That would be a lot of money, especially here in this third-world shithole of a country I’m in that may be comparably worse than Godville.
So sometimes my hero wishes that he would be here and that I would be there in his place. Maybe that’s not so bad of a proposition after all. I mean I know it’s made to be a funny diary entry, but if it were possible, why not give it a shot? Speaking of shots, maybe I could have some of the beer he seems to drink ever so often. Or maybe not. It don’t matter much.
Well, that’s it for now. I’m here if you need me, my hero, or any other god, for that matter. At least it gives me some purpose and function, instead of me just having nothing to do and not really motivated to do anything. And I swear it’s not just laziness, because it is something else. So distant, disconnected, I should say. Anyways, signing off for now. It’s exactly 12 midnight at the 10th of October. (10/10). How amazing is that?