Post by Pellinore on Jan 23, 2015 12:12:34 GMT
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The wind whistled a soft tune to the setting of the cold Londinium night. The heavy pounding of footsteps conflicted with the ghostly sound, creating a disheveled melody. The man walked with little regard for who saw or heard him, moving steadily and slowly. His pace didn't quicken nor slow throughout the walk, instead maintaining a smooth metronome.
Pellinore sighed to himself, he supposed he was Pellinore here, the mix of emotions that ran through him was rather astounding. Should he be upset? Surprised? Happy? No matter how he tried, the man couldn't seem to think of the proper one to grab a hold of. Here he was, in another world, as another person. He was inside a video game, and yet he wasn't upset. Sure his family would miss him, but Pellinore wasn't particularly moved by the thought. Or perhaps it was eclipsed by a greater one. James Magrath no longer existed, his past life was dead, here he could be who he wanted. And he wanted to be a knight. A warrior of justice and the people.
He chuckled to himself at the very thought, it was a preposterous one, becoming someone else. He’d always be a nobody, someone doomed to fade into the background. Nobody cared about little James.
"But…" He whispered to himself, ”Here I’m not him. Here I’m Pellinore…”
The thought was a dangerous one, but God damn if it wasn’t a tantalising one. Ever since he’d been nothing but a lad all he’d ever wanted to be was a paladin, a hero of righteousness, a good sir knight. And he’d been given the opportunity on a golden platter. The chance to be his video game avatar, someone who he’d built to be the representation of all he’d wanted to be in his ideal fantasy world… This chance, it was a stupid one, reckless, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
He laughed again, throwing his head back into the wind, gaining a couple of looks from the landers around him. Not that he cared at that point, his laugh was joyous, the sound surprised even him. And like that his mind was made up about this new world, this new opportunity.
”I am officially the biggest idiot in the world for doing this, for saying this even. I mean who am I? No one special, but I feel like, I feel like I can become someone different,” He ran a hand through his hair, grinning like a madman, ”To hell with the old world! I am Pellinore!” He laughed again at that drawing even more curious looks from the night denizens of the city.
Yet he no longer cared, he’d made up his mind. James Magrath was dead, he was Pellinore now. And he wasn’t about to go back and revert to the way things had been before, there was no way in hell. This event, this terrible event to so many, had freed him. And like that the man continued to laugh as he walked back, a new lease on life found. Ignoring the constant gnawing in the back of his head, the gnawing telling him that it was all false.
The wind whistled a soft tune to the setting of the cold Londinium night. The heavy pounding of footsteps conflicted with the ghostly sound, creating a disheveled melody. The man walked with little regard for who saw or heard him, moving steadily and slowly. His pace didn't quicken nor slow throughout the walk, instead maintaining a smooth metronome.
Pellinore sighed to himself, he supposed he was Pellinore here, the mix of emotions that ran through him was rather astounding. Should he be upset? Surprised? Happy? No matter how he tried, the man couldn't seem to think of the proper one to grab a hold of. Here he was, in another world, as another person. He was inside a video game, and yet he wasn't upset. Sure his family would miss him, but Pellinore wasn't particularly moved by the thought. Or perhaps it was eclipsed by a greater one. James Magrath no longer existed, his past life was dead, here he could be who he wanted. And he wanted to be a knight. A warrior of justice and the people.
He chuckled to himself at the very thought, it was a preposterous one, becoming someone else. He’d always be a nobody, someone doomed to fade into the background. Nobody cared about little James.
"But…" He whispered to himself, ”Here I’m not him. Here I’m Pellinore…”
The thought was a dangerous one, but God damn if it wasn’t a tantalising one. Ever since he’d been nothing but a lad all he’d ever wanted to be was a paladin, a hero of righteousness, a good sir knight. And he’d been given the opportunity on a golden platter. The chance to be his video game avatar, someone who he’d built to be the representation of all he’d wanted to be in his ideal fantasy world… This chance, it was a stupid one, reckless, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
He laughed again, throwing his head back into the wind, gaining a couple of looks from the landers around him. Not that he cared at that point, his laugh was joyous, the sound surprised even him. And like that his mind was made up about this new world, this new opportunity.
”I am officially the biggest idiot in the world for doing this, for saying this even. I mean who am I? No one special, but I feel like, I feel like I can become someone different,” He ran a hand through his hair, grinning like a madman, ”To hell with the old world! I am Pellinore!” He laughed again at that drawing even more curious looks from the night denizens of the city.
Yet he no longer cared, he’d made up his mind. James Magrath was dead, he was Pellinore now. And he wasn’t about to go back and revert to the way things had been before, there was no way in hell. This event, this terrible event to so many, had freed him. And like that the man continued to laugh as he walked back, a new lease on life found. Ignoring the constant gnawing in the back of his head, the gnawing telling him that it was all false.
