Reborn Gaming Addict

"A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you." — Elbert Hubbard"What do you mean I am kicked from Dawnfire?! We just won world's first race on Tomb, I was the last DPS alive who got us the kill, how are you going to kick me literally the next day?!"Hearing his own shocked voice, Paul felt like the conversation he was having was a joke. Yesterday, he was on top of the world after a marathon raid in which the guild he was a part of, Dawnfire Forge, had managed to be the first in the world to clear it, live in front of almost half a million people. Now, less than 24 hours later, he has suddenly gone from hero to zero, waking up with his friends list dropping from triple digits to less than 10.Hearing his aggrieved voice the person on the other side of the phone signed."Have you seen what was leaked? Being associated with you is dragging our name through the mud, and Cyclic wants to get as much space from you as they can. I also received some complaints from the fe

"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." — Ralph Waldo Emerson Looking around the room, Paul was stunned to see the somewhat disheveled appearance of his college apartment from a decade before; seeing the small wooden desk with his PC and his nightstand with his laptop charging brought back a sudden influx of memories from another time. College was an extraordinary time in his life; calling it good or bad would be missing his main feelings associated with the experience. If anything, college was tedious, nothing like what angry high school teachers would have you believe, and also not something you could excel in while drunk and partying every weekend. The best summary to Paul was simply that college was, it happened, and had no real lasting impact on his life; being a professional gamer did not require a degree. On the other side of his room was a strange-looking contraption that looked like an egg with the front removed,

"The only impossible journey is the one you never begin." — Tony Robbins Seeing the familiar scene, Paul didn't follow the mage to the balcony to watch the incredible fight that players would never be able to replicate and instead started checking various locations in the room for something. While searching through drawers and looking behind furniture, he could hear a monumental battle outside. Thunder sounded in the background as lightning streaked through the sky, offering brief illumination in the night sky. He could hear the roars of dragons and the screams of both men and elves; clearly, a battle of epic proportions was taking place outside. After what felt like an eternity of searching, Paul's hand finally closed around what he was looking for, a small bottle filled with a turquoise liquid. This was the key to his next move, the crucial element in his plan. "Why is it always in the last spawn point I check?" Pocketing it, he walked over near the doorway to the balcony and w

"There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure." — Colin Powell Paul, at level 2, found himself in the perilous Zephorius Forest. However, he saw this as an opportunity, confident in his ability to farm the enemies within. His secret weapon? His templar class, a strategic advantage in the art of undead slaying, the very enemies he intended to farm. Additionally, he was confident in his maneuvering and footwork in-game. He knew everything about how sprinting and stamina worked in Harbinger's Call and all the small tricks to stay ahead of melee hoards and round them up without much issue. Most people played Templar as a healer, especially early in the game's lifetime. Its class abilities were far and away the best at both sustained healing and burst healing compared to other classes, which led to it being pigeonholed into that role with every other variation. However, unlike some games in Harginger, any class could fill an

"Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work, one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it." -Ralph Waldo Emerson After tirelessly battling the undead online, Paul finally logged off to replenish his energy with a well-deserved dinner and sleep. His exhaustion was a testament to the relentless grind he had endured throughout the day. After climbing out of him, Wombat 64 decided to make some pasta with oil and shredded cheese, a basic meal that was not particularly balanced, so he grabbed some frozen chicken egg rolls and put four in the air fryer to get some extra protein and a small amount of vegetables. While waiting for the foot to cook, he went on his NERD (National Energy Regulation Directory). With the advent of what could broadly be described as full dive capsules, the world went into a time of energy starvation. The servers to run the games and the cabins themselves draw a ridiculous amount of energy to run, and infrastructure and produc