May I tell it through my eyes, my friend, Gambino?
It was, perhaps seven years ago, when I first came to the cobbled streets of Barton Town. Garbed in what many would have described as rags, I opened my once green eyes to the world that was Gaia. I went my way, unnoticed to the populace, save a rather annoying girl named Rina who offered me, quite kindly, my first shot at 500g. Back then, it was enough for a pair of shoes and gloves to warm myself.
I was desperate to make a name of myself. Like Silas Marner, I would count my gold each day with my work at the forums (Ah, how sweet the memory of role playing) until I raised enough for my first real clothes, and donation items. I was quiet pleased with myself.
Then came that night, when I first laid eyes on this mansion on an island named Isle de Gambino. How funny was it, that I first knew you existed that blasted night when everything ran in deep chaos, and your evil grunnies turned my beloved first avatar into a grombie? My gold suddenly didn't matter. Popularity did. Ah. Such a status symbol my skin became, until I couldn't bear it anymore, and bore a second part of me.
This avatar.
Annoyed as I was at the inconvenience of that event souvenir, I kept your pin close to my heart still.
That pin, I should tell you, has been with me all these years.
And now, past your death and Jesus moment, passed the creation and destruction of that tower I along with other gaians helped you build, past everything... you say farewell.
With regret on your lips as well. My heart aches at that. Why can't you die damning the heavens? I would have laughed, and rejoiced at such a dramatic, and yet, apt end to a life you so well lived.
Seven years, dear NPC. I should tell you that it surprisingly hurts me just to think about the possibility that I may never read your maniacal laugh echo through the forums.
Mad you are, yes, but attached a lot of us to your character, yes also.
May you rise yet again, damn the rest who think otherwise.
Or at least, live on quiet vividly in our minds, not as the old man in the robe that you've become, but that monster of a tyrant laughing at the heavens in optimal power.
As who your name stands for.
Johnny Gambino.
Farewell.
It was, perhaps seven years ago, when I first came to the cobbled streets of Barton Town. Garbed in what many would have described as rags, I opened my once green eyes to the world that was Gaia. I went my way, unnoticed to the populace, save a rather annoying girl named Rina who offered me, quite kindly, my first shot at 500g. Back then, it was enough for a pair of shoes and gloves to warm myself.
I was desperate to make a name of myself. Like Silas Marner, I would count my gold each day with my work at the forums (Ah, how sweet the memory of role playing) until I raised enough for my first real clothes, and donation items. I was quiet pleased with myself.
Then came that night, when I first laid eyes on this mansion on an island named Isle de Gambino. How funny was it, that I first knew you existed that blasted night when everything ran in deep chaos, and your evil grunnies turned my beloved first avatar into a grombie? My gold suddenly didn't matter. Popularity did. Ah. Such a status symbol my skin became, until I couldn't bear it anymore, and bore a second part of me.
This avatar.
Annoyed as I was at the inconvenience of that event souvenir, I kept your pin close to my heart still.
That pin, I should tell you, has been with me all these years.
And now, past your death and Jesus moment, passed the creation and destruction of that tower I along with other gaians helped you build, past everything... you say farewell.
With regret on your lips as well. My heart aches at that. Why can't you die damning the heavens? I would have laughed, and rejoiced at such a dramatic, and yet, apt end to a life you so well lived.
Seven years, dear NPC. I should tell you that it surprisingly hurts me just to think about the possibility that I may never read your maniacal laugh echo through the forums.
Mad you are, yes, but attached a lot of us to your character, yes also.
May you rise yet again, damn the rest who think otherwise.
Or at least, live on quiet vividly in our minds, not as the old man in the robe that you've become, but that monster of a tyrant laughing at the heavens in optimal power.
As who your name stands for.
Johnny Gambino.
Farewell.
