Post by Old_Toby on Oct 7, 2014 7:05:27 GMT
Old_Toby wandered about. He was in the game. That in and of itself was pretty impressive to him. Maybe that's a feature of the new games? Maybe this is what caused his son to be holed up in their attic whenever he was over for summers. Old_Toby certainly couldn't blame him if he got so engrossed like he was now--it was as if he was living inside the game!
But... now that he thought about it, it was definitely odd. I try to look up and away from the screen but nothing is happening. What's going on? Nevermind that, he thought. If this was like Middle Earth, there couldn't possibly be a better place to be trapped in. But as he looked around, he saw that that wasn't the case. This game and it's environment was very... polished. The Greatwood looked marvelous, to be sure, but it felt too surreal and nothing like the earthy, brown-yellow-green depictions of Middle Earth he's had in mind all these years. It wasn't even as good as the movies that came out a time back--and those did a pretty good job keeping with the books, thought Old_Toby.
It's still beautiful. Few places I seen as nice as this... and it's just to be noon!
He remembered that he chose to be a "pharmacist", which apparently went well with his class, as a druid. Old_Toby felt that he should be a gardner or farmer, however--I'm sure it's possible to have a little farm or garden of your own here, that'd be wonderful, he thought. As long as he didn't have to see one of those big creatures that spooked him while his grandson lead him to the Greatwood--it was terrifying!
Once that thought left his mind, he saw a small rabbit in front of him. It took no notice of him. An idea popped into his head.
Hey! Maybe I can capture it, and cook it and sell it... hm. Or I can keep it as a pet!
And so before the rabbit could react, Old_Toby used that one spell his grandson told him he could use whenever he needed to stall or stop someone or something: Willow Spirit
And Old_Toby watched in amazement as roots overtook the rabbit and clutched it, the rabbit squirming to flee. He quickly stuffed it into his bag, not realizing that he injured it. It didn't put up much resistance. With that, the old man seemed very pleased with himself. This is a world where he wouldn't mind being trapped in.
Once that thought left his mind, he felt sad. What about his wife? His family? He was supposed to travel with his wife. Maybe this isn't a world for him to stay in forever.
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But... now that he thought about it, it was definitely odd. I try to look up and away from the screen but nothing is happening. What's going on? Nevermind that, he thought. If this was like Middle Earth, there couldn't possibly be a better place to be trapped in. But as he looked around, he saw that that wasn't the case. This game and it's environment was very... polished. The Greatwood looked marvelous, to be sure, but it felt too surreal and nothing like the earthy, brown-yellow-green depictions of Middle Earth he's had in mind all these years. It wasn't even as good as the movies that came out a time back--and those did a pretty good job keeping with the books, thought Old_Toby.
It's still beautiful. Few places I seen as nice as this... and it's just to be noon!
He remembered that he chose to be a "pharmacist", which apparently went well with his class, as a druid. Old_Toby felt that he should be a gardner or farmer, however--I'm sure it's possible to have a little farm or garden of your own here, that'd be wonderful, he thought. As long as he didn't have to see one of those big creatures that spooked him while his grandson lead him to the Greatwood--it was terrifying!
Once that thought left his mind, he saw a small rabbit in front of him. It took no notice of him. An idea popped into his head.
Hey! Maybe I can capture it, and cook it and sell it... hm. Or I can keep it as a pet!
And so before the rabbit could react, Old_Toby used that one spell his grandson told him he could use whenever he needed to stall or stop someone or something: Willow Spirit
And Old_Toby watched in amazement as roots overtook the rabbit and clutched it, the rabbit squirming to flee. He quickly stuffed it into his bag, not realizing that he injured it. It didn't put up much resistance. With that, the old man seemed very pleased with himself. This is a world where he wouldn't mind being trapped in.
Once that thought left his mind, he felt sad. What about his wife? His family? He was supposed to travel with his wife. Maybe this isn't a world for him to stay in forever.
(Word count: 456)
