Thepotatogod
and it was this big
The Mystic Arts of Magecraft had existed long since the days of old. From the moment the dinosaurs took their leave, and the moment man evolved from apes. From the shadows, Magecraft evolved at the same rate as Technology and the Sciences. One might say it's the underground equivalent of technology--the illegal drugs to medicine. What gaming was to engineering. The niche to the mainstream.
However, that probably won't matter to you. Why? Because you are dead. For how long? Who knows. All you know is that you've been dead for a very, very long time. Spending the afterlife in an otherwise boring purgatory--waiting to be judged and sent to wherever you deserve.
You start to see a bright light pierce through the darkness of purgatory. And like a moth to a flame, you are drawn to it. As you are drawn to it, you start to remember who you are.
I am... [1]Someone who's kind and caring [2]Someone who terrorized the masses |