May - 2233
Bishop Bioharia sat in his room, preparing for his daily sermon to the people of Volournia... He looked down at the sacred book of Bioware, which had been passed down to him when the bishop befored him had his last reload and decided to quit this game and move on to the next title. He fingered the texts and remembered a passage from the book which described the origin of this utopia...
"And so it was that the fiend known only as Beth had claimed the innovative titles of this world when Volourn picked up arms to fight. He amassed an army using his god-like charisma and 22 skill points of diplomacy and lead them to the very home of the great evil... The epic, dark, and mature conflict which followed set the world ablaze for an undetermined amount of time but our saviour had accounted for this by casting an epic level spell, transporting his army to the boundries of our reality and back, thus avoiding the purge sparked by Bethsidian hands... Sadly the great evil had survived, taking shelter in huge underground vaults, and the saviour had expended all his spells for that day and needed to rest until he had the strength to face the evil once again... This is where we built our city, and this is what we guard. May our saviour roll a natural 20 and awaken soon, lest we are once again threatened by the evil which sleeps under the ground..."
The bishop now knew what the people needed to hear... They needed a promise of six different starting points, origins if you will, and a return to "old school" roleplay, only different... Yes, the great Volourn and the great Bioware had blessed him this day...
October - 2233
Loyal citizen Biogiri sat down in his stuffed chair, eager to see what the neural interface community had to say about "the new grit", as the sermon produced by the bishop had been called. Shock awaited him, for there was somebody on the network who had the audacity to call this brilliant sermon "banal" and "shit"... As he prepared to type in a reply to this insult to all he held dear he was shocked, once again, to see somebody reply to this message with the word... "R00fles"... This sacred word had been forbidden since the dawn of time, and he, as well as everybody else knew that this could only mean that the saviour was nearing that perfect 20... Soon they would pick up arms and wipe out the evil once and for all...
(It's not an entry, i'm just having fun. R00fles!!)