thread starter DevilZen Apr 26 2009
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| Can any mods that happen to pass through here, change the name of the thread to "MS Addicted: A Story OF Addicts"? Thanks in advance. Well, here I am. My other account was banned for reasons I am unaware of, so I'm posting the story on this account. Just so you all know, I go through all the pages of comments and report all the useless posts, trolls, and people insulting me. So don't do it unless you want a post ban. Thanks in advance :] I hope you like the name... even though I made a typo -.-; I asked a mod to change it, lets see if it works. ~DZ One. Even in Ellinia, where the trees shade over everything in sight, it was still a warm day on Victoria Island. It was around 85 degrees in the shade and 95 in the sun, if you happened to find some in this dense forest. Max woke up startled at the sound of the shopkeeper moving bottles of potions around. He took his mesh hat off, along with the huge helmet he used it to hide, and ran his finger�s through his coarse hair. �I got to find a new place to sleep,� he mumbled to himself. He replaced his helmet and hat and folded up the tablecloth he had managed to use as a blanket. After packing it away with his other trinkets, he rolled onto his stomach, stretched, and stood up. Trying his hardest not to be seen, he made his way though the storage room of the potion shop. �Almost there,� he thought to himself, when suddenly� WHAP. Max stumbled into the wall and almost lost his balance in the process. �How many times do I have to tell you this shop isn�t a frigin� hotel, Maxwell.� Max sighed at the sound of his full first name and the sound of the voice that spoke it. �Enough times for me to remember, Ms. Len,� Max replied to the small fairy that hovered inches away from his face. �I know I�m not supposed to be in here after you close, but-� Len cut his sentence in half with a stern, �No buts Max. With all of the buts you�ve given me I�m starting to look like a real ass.� Max giggled to himself at the word. He thought to himself about why he found it amusing. Being level 58 he thought he�d be a bit more mature by now. But it was early in the morning, so maybe it was just his lack of energy. �I�m sorry Ms. Len. I know I�ve been giving you a lot of trouble lately, so how�s about I give you this for all of your patience.� Max rummaged through his knapsack and pulled out a bag of mesos. It aught to have 5,000 mesos in it. Len�s eyes opened about 2 inches wider when she saw the sack of mesos lying in Max�s hand. �Well now,� Len replied, �Maybe I could put a good word in for you with Grendel. He does take in homeless Mages every now and then.� �Way too many new magicians at Grendel�s place. They like to bug you for your money and equipment...� �I�m sorry to hear that,� Len whispered as she flung the bag of money behind the counter with a swift movement of her wand. �Not your fault. Take it easy Len, I�m sure we�ll be seeing each other in the future,� Max murmured as he teleported from one side of the entrance to |