[h1][center][color=ed145b][b]Solace[/b][/color][/center][/h1]

[h1][center][color=ed145b][b]Server Shutting down...[/b][/color][/center][/h1]

He couldn't really wrap his head around what he was witnessing, it wasn't what he ever expected to witness to such a popular MMORPG like this.  Yggdrasil had such a solid base, plus it brought so much joy to him and many other gamers around the world, and some of those are very good friends.  The Ardent Heralds, a tad kind even for the resident PvE coach, but that wasn't a big deal.  They were kind hearted players, and allowed a kinship to develop that very few even understood the value of anymore.  Great gear is wonderful, but if no one can supplement the strengths you and your equipment have, and cover the weaknesses, it all means nothing.  It was sad though, he was gonna try and get one last massive raid in before the shutdown, but the crew that he aspired to run with had logged off just before the assigned time.  A cruel way to be denied, but he couldn't say much against them not wanting to watch their hard earned gear, characters, and NPC's all just... Disappear.  Hell, even Solace had some trouble, he would sometimes stop and stare at his hands as the timer ticked down.  He made this, he helped the Heralds, and so many others.


Why did it all have to end like this?  Why couldn't he have had more time in this wonderful world? It wasn't fair, in any sense, especially with all the lovely ladies that popped up on his ventures.  Nope, can't forget them!  The mere thought of allowing his own perversion to drive an iota of his thoughts here brought a laugh from the bottom of his heart.  He turned, facing the forest that held the guild hall of the people he called family.  They earned that title, they showed him so much companionship he felt he just didn't one hundred percent deserve yet, although Nebuchi could chill out...A lot.

He saw the first number of the countdown from ten, and it settled in now.  [color=ed145b]"This is the end, I suppose."[/color] He said, a single tear sliding down his cheek. [color=ed145b]"Damn...I had so much more I wanted to do, I didn't even make my own NPC yet...Guess if they make a sequel I'll have to be quicker on the draw."
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[h1][center][color=ed145b][b]3[/b][/color][/center][/h1]


He'd miss every single thing he did in here.

[h1][center][color=ed145b][b]2[/b][/color][/center][/h1]

All the raids, the dungeons, the parties, the cuties!

[h1][center][color=ed145b][b]1[/b][/color][/center][/h1]

And he'd miss the Heralds the most.  He closed his eyes, and waited for the end.

It didn't come, the cold did, and it was one bitter motherfucker, that's for sure.  He opened his eyes to a mountain, definitely not where he was playing, nor where he ended the game.  He patted himself down, and realized he was still Solace, which shouldn't be possible. [color=ed145b]"What the Hell is going on here?!"[/color] He spouted off, and noticed his four prized blades floated in an arch, all pointed outwards, above him.  He must've called them forth out of instinct...However, this still wasn't right, the only mountains he really remembered in Yggdrasil were a level 75 area.  He took a look around, noting the horrendous weather, and pulled his cloak tighter to himself.  He hadn't fully realized he was Solace, the badass battlemage he had created yet, but he knew one thing for sure; this place wasn't safe.  So he kept his blades hovering at the ready, poised to strike at any foe that dares attack him, and began to head towards what might be shelter, it looked like a rock face, so maybe he could hide out there for a moment, and get his bearings.  He needed to get his faculties in order, especially since he wasn't in his [i]actual fucking body[/i].  Maybe someone from the guild had this issue too?  Either that or he was seriously screwed, he didn't need this today...Not at all.