Savvyrascal
Honorable Pirate
Picture this....
You're [insert name here], The best darn pirate in the Caribbean, You've vanquished untold horrors; righted many wrongs that have been perpertrated by the Navy, and the EITC.... You have made the difference in this part of the world. You check the Journal to bask in the glory of your acomplishments, and to see the progress of the many other quest lines you've found and started... But for now, you're ready to turn in the fully completed ones.
On the way back you happen upon a boss. No one is around... Yeah, his floating numbers are in red, but you're not fazed - After all.... He's ONLY a couple of notoriety points higher than you - You've taken on scarier alone before....
Too late now.... You charge in, cutlass swinging....
Three minutes later, The enemy still stands.... You've hacked, slashed, taunted and swept your way through the LMB of your best gaming mouse..... And now HE seems to be recharging his health!?! "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?" your neighbours hear you shreik through the wall of your house.....
In a frenzy, you jab at the keys - any keys... Things seem to be going from bad to worse now, as without warning, Some of the bosses buddies join in.
Somehow in the cafuffle of the ongoing nightmare, you bring up the Journal.... You don't seem to notice this, because all around you - the smell of the rotting undead as they close in on all sides......
In a rush of adrenalin, you click a word onscreen.... You can't see everything with your quest list up - it needs to be gone for now... Too much is happening all at once.
You are standing in a clearing, with the dust of a recent battle beginning to settle. You survived... somehow. But you have casualties - your quests seem to have been dropped. Somewhere. Even the ones you had completed. You shake your fist to the ceiling.... If only you had been asked "Are you sure you want to drop this/these quests?"
True story.
- Rascal
You're [insert name here], The best darn pirate in the Caribbean, You've vanquished untold horrors; righted many wrongs that have been perpertrated by the Navy, and the EITC.... You have made the difference in this part of the world. You check the Journal to bask in the glory of your acomplishments, and to see the progress of the many other quest lines you've found and started... But for now, you're ready to turn in the fully completed ones.
On the way back you happen upon a boss. No one is around... Yeah, his floating numbers are in red, but you're not fazed - After all.... He's ONLY a couple of notoriety points higher than you - You've taken on scarier alone before....
Too late now.... You charge in, cutlass swinging....
Three minutes later, The enemy still stands.... You've hacked, slashed, taunted and swept your way through the LMB of your best gaming mouse..... And now HE seems to be recharging his health!?! "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?" your neighbours hear you shreik through the wall of your house.....
In a frenzy, you jab at the keys - any keys... Things seem to be going from bad to worse now, as without warning, Some of the bosses buddies join in.
Somehow in the cafuffle of the ongoing nightmare, you bring up the Journal.... You don't seem to notice this, because all around you - the smell of the rotting undead as they close in on all sides......
In a rush of adrenalin, you click a word onscreen.... You can't see everything with your quest list up - it needs to be gone for now... Too much is happening all at once.
You are standing in a clearing, with the dust of a recent battle beginning to settle. You survived... somehow. But you have casualties - your quests seem to have been dropped. Somewhere. Even the ones you had completed. You shake your fist to the ceiling.... If only you had been asked "Are you sure you want to drop this/these quests?"
True story.
- Rascal