The faults of a boy, which followed him as a slightly older boy - a slightly short story
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Long ago, a summoner found his way to the contest, but was bored after a time. He saw nothing interesting, nothing enjoyable about the game. Until he returned, upon the encouragement of his two friends. An ambitious player seeking glory, a summoner sought to gain powers unknown... These powers, were 3*'s and 4*'s.
The boy was patient. With himself and his two friends, they slowly progressed, and eventually amassed their 3*'s and 4*'s that were so highly regarded in their young, naïve eyes. They eventually challenged foes mighty and powerful, ones which seemingly needed those 3*'s and 4*'s.
But the two friends were too hungry for power. They looked upon those 1*'s and 2*'s with irritation... Perhaps disgust as well. No, these champions were too weak! They could never be caught dead with such feeble allies! They sold them. And when acquired again, they discarded them. But the boy, he saw a light shining in those champions his friends considered "weak". No, they were powerful in their own right. Some, had even grown sentimental to the boy.
The friends could not see the same as he did. They looked at his roster with amusement. Imagine, a roster with 1*'s and 2*'s! To them, such champions tainted the boy's entire roster with meekness, with feebleness. He didn't listen at first, but as they pressed on, demanding him to rid himself of weak 1*'s and 2*'s, the boy's will crumbled.
He sold those champions. The 2* Stark Spider-Man. The 1* Gamora who was one his favoured, and most powerful ally. He assured himself that those champions would return, and the 2*'s did... But the 1*'s would never return, the price to pay for greed and power...
Months went by, as the 2*'s slowly returned, the 1*'s forgotten, a blurry memory of a young summoner who was only at Act 2. The end of the year came, and a piece of content was released.
Variant 4.
The 1*'s were given absolute power! Too late, the boy realised that these rewards would be unattainable, impossible... The boy had a bittersweet laugh. The power he saw in those 1*'s, the ones labelled weak by his friends, truly did have power! But it changed nothing, they could not return... Except, for a price.
Months past, the boy was trapped in his abode by a deadly pathogen. He looked towards Variant 4, yearning for a solution to this continuous and infinite boredom.
Quests flew by, each one more enjoyable than the last. Oh, how swiftly those enemies fell to his 2* Scarlet Witch! Until, only one quest remained.
Those long forgotten, long ignored characters were now at the forefront of his mind. True, he could bring those characters back at the cost of all of his units. But he would not. And so, the boy waits, as patient as the same one who waited for more power, but now, he waits for the chance of 1* acquisition. The End...
(Hey, so when are those free chances at 1*'s coming? Asking for a friend... I have no regrets throwing my friends under the bus for making me sell my 1*'s. I truly did have the last laugh.)
The boy was patient. With himself and his two friends, they slowly progressed, and eventually amassed their 3*'s and 4*'s that were so highly regarded in their young, naïve eyes. They eventually challenged foes mighty and powerful, ones which seemingly needed those 3*'s and 4*'s.
But the two friends were too hungry for power. They looked upon those 1*'s and 2*'s with irritation... Perhaps disgust as well. No, these champions were too weak! They could never be caught dead with such feeble allies! They sold them. And when acquired again, they discarded them. But the boy, he saw a light shining in those champions his friends considered "weak". No, they were powerful in their own right. Some, had even grown sentimental to the boy.
The friends could not see the same as he did. They looked at his roster with amusement. Imagine, a roster with 1*'s and 2*'s! To them, such champions tainted the boy's entire roster with meekness, with feebleness. He didn't listen at first, but as they pressed on, demanding him to rid himself of weak 1*'s and 2*'s, the boy's will crumbled.
He sold those champions. The 2* Stark Spider-Man. The 1* Gamora who was one his favoured, and most powerful ally. He assured himself that those champions would return, and the 2*'s did... But the 1*'s would never return, the price to pay for greed and power...
Months went by, as the 2*'s slowly returned, the 1*'s forgotten, a blurry memory of a young summoner who was only at Act 2. The end of the year came, and a piece of content was released.
Variant 4.
The 1*'s were given absolute power! Too late, the boy realised that these rewards would be unattainable, impossible... The boy had a bittersweet laugh. The power he saw in those 1*'s, the ones labelled weak by his friends, truly did have power! But it changed nothing, they could not return... Except, for a price.
Months past, the boy was trapped in his abode by a deadly pathogen. He looked towards Variant 4, yearning for a solution to this continuous and infinite boredom.
Quests flew by, each one more enjoyable than the last. Oh, how swiftly those enemies fell to his 2* Scarlet Witch! Until, only one quest remained.
Those long forgotten, long ignored characters were now at the forefront of his mind. True, he could bring those characters back at the cost of all of his units. But he would not. And so, the boy waits, as patient as the same one who waited for more power, but now, he waits for the chance of 1* acquisition. The End...
(Hey, so when are those free chances at 1*'s coming? Asking for a friend... I have no regrets throwing my friends under the bus for making me sell my 1*'s. I truly did have the last laugh.)
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