Dallas Texas
01-18-08, 06:59 PM
(please let Witchblade approve this one.)
Ugh... Let me start from the beginning. This will be my first introduction I've made from inside my computer.
Who am I? My name is Dra... No, I need a better name here.
Call me Dallas Texas. I am a 32 year old male human who weighs approximately 140 pounds and I am 5 feet 5 inches high. I have red hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and am wearing blue jeans and a tan shirt. I hail from earth.
What do you mean is that a continent?
Ok, I guess if you want to, you can ignore that part. I am an althanian.
So, you may be wondering who I am. After all, I'm sure I look like I don't belong, and in all truth, I don't. I am your average nerd. I sit at home posting on a roleplaying website called Althanas 20 hours a day, every day, for a week. I am able to keep 30 characters going easily. At least that is how it used to be before the incident.
I logged on one day to find that none of my threads were replied to. I was so bored I decided to read all the threads everyone ever made on althanas, including the registration archive threads.
As soon as I got done reading the last thread, and I was about to log off the site I saw I had a private message. It was from Witchblade. It was entitled "Welcome to Althanas."
Fine, I'll bite, I said to myself as I opened the Pm. There were no words inside. I tried to close the PM, when I saw words start to appear. They read the same as the title. "Welcome to Althanas".
I tried a control, alt, delete and all the electricity went out in my house... All except the computer. I was starting to get scared at this point. I unplugged my Computer from the wall. The computer was still on. I was scared out of my wits. I grabbed my computer and suddenly realized I was in Althanas, grabbing at nothing. I knew where I was. I knew there was nothing I could ever do to get back unless... Witchblade... She knew this was a fantasy world... It said so in her sig. I needed to find her.
What? My Equipment? I have none other than my clothes. My skills? Well.... I can write stories. Oh, crap. I won't make it in this world. I need to learn to fight before I even think about meeting Witchblade.
Well, that's my story. I'm sure it made no sense to any of you. Well, while I'm here, may as well meet the locals.
Ugh... Let me start from the beginning. This will be my first introduction I've made from inside my computer.
Who am I? My name is Dra... No, I need a better name here.
Call me Dallas Texas. I am a 32 year old male human who weighs approximately 140 pounds and I am 5 feet 5 inches high. I have red hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and am wearing blue jeans and a tan shirt. I hail from earth.
What do you mean is that a continent?
Ok, I guess if you want to, you can ignore that part. I am an althanian.
So, you may be wondering who I am. After all, I'm sure I look like I don't belong, and in all truth, I don't. I am your average nerd. I sit at home posting on a roleplaying website called Althanas 20 hours a day, every day, for a week. I am able to keep 30 characters going easily. At least that is how it used to be before the incident.
I logged on one day to find that none of my threads were replied to. I was so bored I decided to read all the threads everyone ever made on althanas, including the registration archive threads.
As soon as I got done reading the last thread, and I was about to log off the site I saw I had a private message. It was from Witchblade. It was entitled "Welcome to Althanas."
Fine, I'll bite, I said to myself as I opened the Pm. There were no words inside. I tried to close the PM, when I saw words start to appear. They read the same as the title. "Welcome to Althanas".
I tried a control, alt, delete and all the electricity went out in my house... All except the computer. I was starting to get scared at this point. I unplugged my Computer from the wall. The computer was still on. I was scared out of my wits. I grabbed my computer and suddenly realized I was in Althanas, grabbing at nothing. I knew where I was. I knew there was nothing I could ever do to get back unless... Witchblade... She knew this was a fantasy world... It said so in her sig. I needed to find her.
What? My Equipment? I have none other than my clothes. My skills? Well.... I can write stories. Oh, crap. I won't make it in this world. I need to learn to fight before I even think about meeting Witchblade.
Well, that's my story. I'm sure it made no sense to any of you. Well, while I'm here, may as well meet the locals.