Dear diary, this is my final entry. I don't need you anymore. I'm a veteran now. I survived a whole year. I survived the faction wars. I survived the Madwood. And I survived the Horde. Now we're back in the valley.
Unfortunately, Prometheus was lost in the Madwood. Now that upstart Magnus has the most influence in the Union. Yesterday, during the rank assessment, he classified me as a lieutenant. A lieutenant! How dare he claim I'm not on the level of a general? My umbrella has improved more drastically than almost any other weapon. The edges of the canopy are razor-sharp. The tip pierces even the strongest armor. The canopy itself withstands the most powerful attacks.
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Today begins my life as a player of the Collective. My first PvP opponent is a fourteen-year-old brat. Laughable. The same age as my youngest daughter, and she thinks she can hang with the big boys. I'll show her what an elite player is made of.
I AM THE BLADESHIELD.
?Simulation is not what is false. It is what makes the boundary between the true and the false disappear.“
- Jean Baudrillard