Bluemage
Fukeneh
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Fancy Men of Cornwall was the newest popular online game. Really, it was very similar to a lot of the other level grinding massively multiplayer online roleplaying games, however there was a key difference between Fancy Men and something like the World of Warcraft. Actually, there were a handful of differences. The first was that Fancy Men of Cornwall featured some intense virtual reality technology that involved the first interface between an online game and the digital implants that people had to allow them to communicate with technology at a much faster rate. It allowed for amazing virtual reality, allowing users to feel like they really were Fancy Men, or Women of Cornwall. Another big difference was that Fancy Men of Cornwall seemed to have elements of every fantasy genre imaginable, with magic, steampunk, and even cyberpunk elements. The story of Fancy Men of Cornwall was constantly evolving, meaning that the lore changed with almost every patch, this was actually incredibly similar to World of Warcraft, but then again (which was frustrating for anyone who actually tried to roleplay a believable character in such a game). Really, it was the game that swept the nation, the thing that everyone seemed to play.
Felix sighed softly as he plugged himself into the game again. His eyes rolled back and suddenly he felt the cool breeze of Cornwall on the skin of his face, and his bared shoulders. He had chosen a character make where he put a lot more points into agility and dexterity than strength. His make was actually one of the better swordsman makes out there, even if he didn't have the same brutal defense that a lot of tanks had, he had an interesting killing power that most of them didn't have.
He stood silently for a few long moments and looked around the busy bustling town center. He brought his hand up, rubbing his fingers through his short dark brown hair, his eyes, which seemed to be a strange amber color looking over the scene. It looked like there were a lot of players here today. He brought his hand down to rest on his sword for a moment, just to make sure that it as still there, and then he just started to wander around. He was going to have to find a quest. He brought his hands up, cupping them in front of his lips, "Level 25 swordsman, looking for group!"
Felix sighed softly as he plugged himself into the game again. His eyes rolled back and suddenly he felt the cool breeze of Cornwall on the skin of his face, and his bared shoulders. He had chosen a character make where he put a lot more points into agility and dexterity than strength. His make was actually one of the better swordsman makes out there, even if he didn't have the same brutal defense that a lot of tanks had, he had an interesting killing power that most of them didn't have.
He stood silently for a few long moments and looked around the busy bustling town center. He brought his hand up, rubbing his fingers through his short dark brown hair, his eyes, which seemed to be a strange amber color looking over the scene. It looked like there were a lot of players here today. He brought his hand down to rest on his sword for a moment, just to make sure that it as still there, and then he just started to wander around. He was going to have to find a quest. He brought his hands up, cupping them in front of his lips, "Level 25 swordsman, looking for group!"