Hello everyone, Since I've semi-quit I still have my 15 attack SCGs in my inventory, being all useless. That's why I've come up with this splendid idea of giving it away! But if you want it, you have to write a little story and hope for the best! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There are a few rules ofcourse; - Anyone can participate. This is not really a rule, but hey, where else would I put this information? - Your story must be unique and not some copy-paste nonsense from the internet. And yes, I will check that! - Keep it between 400 and 500 words. - It doesn't have to 'end'. Open endings are fine too! - You can write about anything you want! - Post your story here, don't PM me! Everyone has to enjoy your story. - You have 7 days from now. This means the event ends on august the 3rd at 23:59 (GMT+1). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I will announce the first, second and third place on august the 4th. First place prize: I will trade you ingame and say ''You are the chosen one'' while I put the SCG in the trade and hand it over. Second place prize: Well, nothing. Only the honor to be 2nd, which is actually something! Third place prize: Same as being second. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's about it. Have fun!
I sometimes ponder, why is the world inevitably cruel? Why must we beings suffer for the wrongdoings of others? No, we are evil, despicable creatures. It is without a doubt we must suffer. But, why must we do the things we do to satisfy those on the top? I've seen what we can do to each other. Our kind, our countrymen, our brothers. Brothers..Thoai. My eyes open, bloodshot from lack of sleep. The stench of fecal matter and urine permeates throughout the shack, the odor hitting me as if a drunken man went for a joyride and rammed into me. As my vision unclogs, I see my fellow bretheren, defeated, wallowing in the pitiful area that is our last residence, knowing that is it inevitable for what will come next. My throat is completely dry, completely thrown off to the side with the sharp pain of hunger. They've given us nothing but rat scraps to gnaw on. I hear shuffling sounds in the corner, followed by a release of innards. It appears someone has puked on the ground again. I wouldn't blame him. The Viet Cong have kept us in such miserable conditions that wishing to die is anything but crazy. My friend, An, notices I am awake. He speaks in Vietnamese. He has a knife, he says. He's willing to give it to me. To escape. He thinks I have the best chance of escaping using it than any of the men in this room, including himself. I accept it and hug him with sympathy, for I know if I manage to escape, I shall not see An again. But can I escape? No, it is impossible, too many guards. Wait. I hear a voice in my head. It's a familiar voice, telling me to come home. ..... I shrug it off and curl into a ball, contemplating my escape. --- It is night time. The cool, humid air flows through the cracks in the wall, relieving the sweat on my face. Here goes nothing. I peek out the window. Surprisingly, there are no guards. I wait a minute. And another. Finally I jump out, sprint across the camp, and make way into the forest. My heart is going to jump out of my chest. How? How was that so easy? Has Buddha been looking after me? Perhaps a lucky break? No matter, I've escaped miraculously. My bare feet mush agaisnt moist dirt in the jungle. A dense humidity flows throughout the air. I've made it. I'm free. Is this a dream? A white flash appears before me. I open my eyes, to be confronted by a Viet Cong patrol man. He tweets in a whistle and calls his comrades over. "This..this is a prisoner! This southern dog! How did he escape?!" "It's no matter. Escaping leads to a penalty of death". He points his rifle at me, the barrel inches away from my head. Suddenly I remember. *flashback* "Tien! Tien! You're..you're coming back right?!" Tears emanate from Thoai's eyes. "Of course, I'll just be gone for a bit, and I'll be home back in time to see you go off to college!" He smiles warmingly. I hug him, the brother for I had loved and cared for all my life. All grown up, educated, my dear Thoai. A sharp sound pierces through the forest. Birds fly from trees. The patrol men leave, silent, for a tear had formed on the defeated soldier whom had died, heartbroken.
Filled with lust for power, Affinity was power hungry for more. He killed many horntails, zakums, and trees, but was still very weak. His mesos was limited and his 109att bow screamed to be touched by the fancy white scrolls. He was in the most depressing mood. After scrolling through the fourms, he found the best event ever. [Event] Storytime. He wrote and wrote THE BEST story in the thread. He got so many likes, he even tried to like his own thread. The wonderful amazing Mika decided to give, the much needed stormcaster glove to Affinity for his hard work. Affinity then became 15att stronger than he was, and his range was so powerful, even Himeragi recognized his 23att scg was no match for Affinity's 15att scg. He item tagged it, and it had the golden name of 'Affinity' on it. It boosted his ego to the maximum! After this, Affinity went to bed because it was 4am and he had a test tmr. He knew he had to stop his dreams for the moment. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. BASED ON A TRUE STORY!
A once Forgotten Tale Once upon a time, there was a guy name Jelle. Jelle met Cyndy through an Event that he was helping Marty to host, because we all know, Marty is shit (jk ily). After that said event, Cyndy and Jelle became friends. Although friends on Skype and Royals, days has passed, not much has happened. Barely a word spoken, without ever speaking to each other again, they were just Hi-bye friends nothing more, nothing less.. A month has passed since the community hosted event. Cyndy has been on her merry way doing her own thing. As usual, log in once or twice a day, either roam about FM, merch a little here and there and then AFK for the rest of the day. Never bothered to train her very poorly washed Night Lord. To be honest though, she already gave up on her Night lord, and at that point, she already knew but still did not want to admit it but it was definitely already an FM Mule. Sadden by the facts, afraid to committing into the hopeless dream of an MLG Pro 420 blaze it Night lord, she decided to use her spare time and merch a lot more than she ever did. She scouted the FM almost everyday, checking each and every store in every single room throughly, finding many cheap deals ever than before. Before you knew it, she made some MLG int gears. Motivated again, she decided to train her Bishop, which obviously was one of the most easiest classes of all to train, maybe even the easiest but she was unsure but couldn't care less about that fact. One day, Jelle decided to login, Cyndy realises that he hasn't been on for a very long time now, she attempted to give a greeting. But many problems arosed. She was going to go with a simple "HI! <insert name>" or "HEY! <insert name>" but she was too ashamed to admit that being Hi-bye friends isn't good enough for her to remember someone's name whom she has haven't even seen coming online for quite awhile. And also how she, at that time wasn't as active as before. She proceeded with a "HI... MIKA". There was no other choice for her to address him that way.. But she did not give up, she had to remember his name no matter what! As she felt very guilty and ashamed for forgetting one's name. "Mika... What's your name again?" she casually asked. As she await for his reply, her guilt meter was rising higher and higher. The tension was killing her, she has been waiting for at least 5 seconds which felt like years to her. She waits even longer, she started getting panicky thoughts. Finally he answered. "Lol, you forgot my name? HOW cOULD YOu FORGETM Y NAME??!" She quickly entered in these words on the keyboard. "I'M SO SORRY. I HAVENT BEEN ON FOR AWHILE. AND SO HAVE U!!" He replied swiftly, "Guess my name." "Ummmmmmmmmmmmm......." Not even remotely she could remember. She then proceed to say, "JELLAL?" She thought she hit jackpot. She remembered his name being similar to the Character in Fairy Tail but could not actually remember his name's spelling and so on. "THATS NOT THE RIGHT SPELLING!!" She imagined that he was yelling at her, so she quickly responded, "UM IDKK.." After a moment, "UUUMM JELLY???" IT WAS CLOSE, she could tell, she was this close but no avail. Her brain couldn't remember his name. Well, after all, it was a name she was very unfamiliar with as it was her first time getting to know such a name. She thought she was being reasonable (which she probably was). Jelle was baffled, she could tell. Again, her guilt level has broke the record. "THATS NOT EVEN.." "IM SORRY, I CANT REMBER YOUR NAME!!!" "ITS JELLE" -End-
Awesome entries so far guys! I've enjoyed reading them very much. Can't wait for more stories to pop up!
After a tiring day, he returned home and juz slumped himself over the chair. With a lazy, half-hearted stretch, he reached out to switch it on. The machine gave a slight buzz, while the device underneath whirred. Within seconds, it is up and readie to serve its pupose, juz like a servant would towards its master. "Ah, I'm sure glad it is a worthwhile investment," he proudly thought to himself. "I juz hope this laptop lasts me as long as the old one did. Then it will be my most perfect investment." However, to be fair to the former laptop, it did not actually finished serving its function. It just got worn, thus dropping its outlook points, and the keys and some non-vital parts got loose and disappeared into oblivion. He does his routine checking, with his droopy eyes almost ever readie to shut. "Why am I so tired? I have not even transited into my full-blown workout schedule, yet..." he pondered, partly disappointed, partly angrie. "Argh, reallie shouldn't have totally stopped my training..." Being relatively young, he usually spared himself no effort when it comes to physical demands. He knew that as age catches up, there will be greater obstacles to come and if he doesn't start to be disciplined now, excuses will keep popping out to keep himself from feeling guilty. But his recent hiatus from the fitness scene is actuallie pretty acceptable - any average athlete would probably have done the same given the circumstances. As he was reading between tabs, subconsciously eager to get to his later part of the routine, something caught his eye. Something out of the ordinary, something promising. Something, possibly "godly" (a term they often used, which is a new concept he is still trying to grasp). Spoiler: Is he imagining it..? As he clicked on the link, he anxiously waited (well, not reallie) for the page to load. "Well, this ought to be interesting," his mind promised, fuelling his body with immediate vigour. He sat up, and almost instinctively, his eyes snapped out of its weariness. His mind then went into overdrive - from thinking that the offer seems too good to be true, to about if ever he would be able to achieve such amazing luck thru his own crafting (or scrolling, as they often used), and to even if he stood a chance. He read the opening post, skimmed thru the rest, and focused backed on the first one. "Well, guess wad," he coyly thought. "There seems to be a possible loophole in the rules stated by the OP, and I dunno if I should take advantage of it..."
Courage Was she just a stranger? To her, were you just a stranger? That person standing right across from you. Let's face it. Was there something holding you back? She walks away without saying a single word. But before you know it... "Should I go? or should I stay?" You stand there thinking about it... To avoid what? Possible awkwardness? A plethora of overwhelming emotions? Rejection? and you end up letting that serendipitous moment pass you by. You had that opportunity to meet her. As if you had the whole space and time to yourself. So both of you mind your own business. Maybe she was just too scared to say anything. Maybe she didn't want to make the 1st move. But the truth was... that the same thoughts were running through her mind. She seemed so busy that you didn't want to bother her. You wanted to start a conversation. All you know, is that you may never feel that person again. After thinking about it for a whole moment, you know for a fact that IT was there. There wasn't a way to describe this invisible connection. But for some odd reason, you can't seem to remember, trying to make some kind of connection. You stand there for a moment. Somehow, you feel that this stranger seems uncannily familiar. You shared a brief moment when both your eyes met... what did you see? Have you ever bumped into a familiar stranger? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Should I go, or should I stay? But before you know it, she walks away. There's a special feature hidden in this. I will leave it for people to guess what it is for now!
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The story of Maxipherna Maxipherna, born in Lith Harbor in a poor family, is a simple girl that has always wanted to be something more. With a father who works as a craftsman and a mother who works as a seamsterss, she has always wanted to do something different with her life instead of following her ancerstors' path. She is hungry for adventures. She is beautiful and gifted. And she is evil. At the age of 17 she decides that she doesn't belong in her parents' home anymore so she leaves it and starts to travel around the maple world. Unfortunately, at some point she makes the wrong decisions, loses all her mesos and is forced to beg for money and live on the Kerning City's streets. Then one day, on july 17th she sees one mysterious, wealthy, well-dressed young man,with who she immediately falls inlove. Instead of giving her money, he decides to save her from the misery, she is in and offers her a suspicious job. A hard, full-time, fatiguing job on which she agrees because she does not have any better opportunities. He takes her to his private Orbis Boat and brings his "pets" Balrogs to amuse her while they travel. She has already fell for his charm and mysteriousness. When they finally arrive to his "home", which happens to be a giant, horrifying, floating in the air castle, she finally puts the pieces together and figures it out. This is The Black Mage of Maple World. When she finds out what her job is (to be his right hand and queen of the Maple World), she agrees on it with pleasure. From that day on, with the help of her own minion "Poo-Poo" (the black thing next to her), her destiny is to serve to her husband and lord The Black Mage, steal money from the most wealthy people in Maple World, kill her own fellow-citizen, the noobs from Lith Harbor, spy on the mighty job advancers, merch in the free market for maximum gain and be his girl-for-everything. She learns how to use magic, make spells and summon monsters. Her hobby is to use summoning bags and kill the people who used to bully her on the Kerning streetz. She is stealthy, hasty, clever, crafty, uncompromising and most of all vicious. She loves no one but herself and The Black Mage. She lives to serve and destroy. She is Maxipherna. Spoiler: Maxipherna I hope you like it !
let me make that better 4 SCG's all blow up, 3 within first 2 slots 8 ATT 4 Slot PGC > fail > -2att > fail > -2att Clean FS > fail > to 0 att Clean FS > to 0 att 13 att 1 slot PGC > - 2att lol gg, whats that? like 18-20b total (pure mesos wasted with no return) chaosing I have tried so far and got a total of TWO + stat working chaoses, less than 40% pass rate as well. lol. Hope you all enjoyed my story !
A humble story based on a dear friend. Hope you enjoy If you were to see Max on the street, he’d only seem like another typical, shaggy-haired, skinny Asian kid. He never wore expensive clothing and used the same pair of clunky tennis shoes for five years. Yet, despite his “normal” appearance, Max carried an air of humility and confidence. I first met Max at the local Collin County Young Artist Concerto Competition. Two finalists from each division performed live for a panel of eight judges and an open audience. Max was a finalist that year, performing Carl Maria von Weber's Clarinet Concertino, considered a staple in the realm of classical clarinet repertoire. I was blown away. Of course, from a sixth grader's perspective, especially one who had just begun to play clarinet, everything was amazing. Yet, a single quality devoid in most amateur musicians shone through Max's playing – conviction. Even the occasional finger blips or tone disturbances, which in themselves were rare, failed to detract from his passionate playing style. Afterward, I learned that Max practiced six hours every day. Six hours. Suddenly my “hour a day” didn’t feel so formidable, and it opened my eyes to what it took to be an awe-inspiring musician. I got to know Max as more than just a clarinet player during the 2010-2011 Greater Dallas Youth Orchestra season.As fellow clarinetists, we discovered our respective weaknesses and strengths together through pieces like Gershwin’s 'An American in Paris' and Tchaikovsky's 'Nutcracker Suite.' During one rehearsal break, Max pulled a book out of his clarinet case and plopped it on my stand – Mozart: Duets for Clarinet, Book 1. “Well, wanna take a shot at it?” he asked, with a mischievous grin on his face. “Sure, but during our break?” I asked. “We both play clarinet well. We both have fifteen minutes that we hardly ever use to go to the restroom or text on our phones. And we even sit right next to each other, which makes sight-reading this music rather easy. So, how about it?” And so the Mozart duets began. Week after week, break after break, Max and I flew through them, making our fair share of mistakes but still having fun experimenting, phrasing, and balancing on a whole new level. I realized how much even weeks of fifteen-minute practice sessions amidst uncharted music could ferment progress and development, and it would be an understatement to say that I enjoyed getting to know Max as a musician and friend. Max Choi passed away on February 21, 2012. He passed away due to an aortic aneurysm. He passed away while he was practicing clarinet, doing what he loved most. He had stuck to that love so stubbornly that Death had no choice but to prematurely interrupt and steal the show. It was like a curtain fell suddenly on a lit stage, extinguishing the start of what was sure to have been a fantastic symphony. Only in death did the airstream stop, did those fingers stop, did the music cease to sound. But Max's voice was not truly silenced. Conviction, passion – the two most important things I learned from Max – shaped my growth not just as a musician, but also as a person. Too often, people make decisions based on “style” or “normality,” but Max's inspiring example made me realize that the things I choose to pursue need only be steeped in love. And so I persevered. While many of my friends pointed blamed hours worth of homework as the reason for discontinued practice, I practiced daily. Others blamed extracurricular activities for their lack of time to “explore” just like they did in their childhoods, but I refused to limit my learning to our hardcover AP History textbook. In the end, I reflected upon what I consider my passions – music and learning – and chose to dedicate myself even more, hoping to one day raise the curtain, take the stage, and rekindle the sound of music.
...He didn't know what to do. Elizabeth was sitting together with Jon together on the steps of a staircase. The stairs were of grey concrete and they lead near to his class. Elizabeth was crying and Jon had embraced the crying Elizabeth on the stairs. He knew that it would eventually come to this, but he just wished that it was not so fast. Especially not today. He had a presentation for the class soon. He can't break down now. He had to believe that Elizabeth and Jon wasn't together for a little longer. The teacher beckoned for his name, to come to the front of the class to present. It must have been the devil's plan, for him to see the two of them together and then be the first to present to the class. "Jack, you may begin when you're ready!" The teacher smiled and said. He didn't know that will he ever be ready in that moment. He was supposed to be nervous, hands trembling while holding his script of what to say to the class, as always, as his mind always goes blank when he had to talk to the entire class. But he had gone catatonic from thinking about the two of them being together. Two of them together. Two of them together. Two of them together. TWO OF THEM TOGETHER ...He smiled mysteriously. The class saw it as a act of confidence. He laughed quietly. The laugh, that people do, when their entire life is crumbling around them. When they feel like they have lost everything. Somehow that was extremely funny to him. The class saw it as a act of passion to present. And he began. "Today, i'm going to be talking about how I won a 15 ATT SCG from Mika..."
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Im here to introduce : Kanye's Quest! Once upon a time Kanye decided to visit MapleRoyals since the nostalgia got to him and he decided to make it a quest. And Kanye was born. After completeing the easy quests in maple island he decided to join a guild to become a bit more social. and he ended up joining the fabulous guild Existence. But AS soon as he arrived he got greeted by the guild members but what drawed his attention was the guild notice.... Since Kanye obviously is the best person in the world, he gladly joined the competition to get his reward. And the adventure begins. He stumbled upon a tree, without knowing its name and when he started to think about the competiton he told himself, "How am I suppose to make an awkward screenshot with a tree?!". After comming up with a conclusion that MikaMisuky was insane he proceeded to take two screenshots with him trying to be awkward with some trees. (fixed pic) After two different scenarios he found a rare walking palmtree walking around. It got him confused at first but then he realized that he was suppose to take awkward screenshots with her! After feeling stupid he went back to beat the competition. But he realized that he didnt know any of her usernames at all! Searching for an answer when a shady person whispered his name. Kanye got a bit scared at first, but the man just went on and on about her, and Kanye got what the info that he needed. Moments later kanye started using the /find command, apparently thats the best command according to the shady person and he found his first victim, WalnutTree. And the competition begins for reals. Kanye shortly gave up after these 3 encounters. He figured out that he wasnt awkward enough to win the competition, so instead he took a picture with her! Kanye maybe lost the competition, however he gained a friend to tell all about his quest once he completes his journey. And Shortly after the meeting with OliveTree, he went away to continue with his quest, Kanye's Quest. The end~ (I have no idea what I just did but it was fun.)
“Come on in, and be careful of the steps,” warned Uncle David. I nodded sheepishly, and slowly took in my surroundings. The bungalow my uncle and his family stayed in was majestic; lush greenery extended everywhere, and the patio was akin to that of a palace’s. As I was on vacation, my uncle had kindly invited me to visit. Yet, as I entered the house I could not dismiss the feeling that something was amiss. It has been years since I last met my relatives, for they had abruptly decided to migrate overseas. From what I’ve heard, they now live a lavish life and even had their own servants. They must have struck a windfall, and was the source of many people’s envy, my parents included. Yet, misfortune seemed to have crept its way into the family. My dear Aunt Pamela had been missing for some time, and I could see that the trying period had taken its toll on Uncle David; he seemed distant and unfocused mostly. On the rare occasion when he would smile, the warmth and mirth never reached his eyes. Beneath the dark eye circles, only sorrow remained. The incident had gravely affected my cousin too; the doctor had diagnosed him with schizophrenia. I surmised that my uncle must have wanted some “normal” company. “Make yourself at home,” mumbled Uncle David. I smiled in response, and realised that my cousin was sitting in the distant corner, smiling at me in a way that only gave me goose bumps. I decided it would be opportune to explore the premises, and discover its hidden secrets. As I made up my way upstairs, the spiralling wooden staircase creaked and groaned, and it only added to the ominous feeling that plagued me. There were numerous rooms upstairs, one of which was catered for me. “Last room is locked, no entry,” smirked my cousin. I gasped in surprise, unaware that my cousin had followed me upstairs. I made a mental note to explore the room when the opportunity arose... Several hours later, the grandfather clock in the hallway struck twelve, and I could hear the chimes echoing off the walls. Quietly, I crept out of bed and tiptoed to the room furthest down the hallway. My cousin’s words had kept me up all night. To my surprise, the door was not locked. It almost seemed as if my cousin had been baiting me here. As I entered the room surreptitiously, a thick mushy smell filled the air. The room was bare of any furniture, and only a wardrobe stood defiantly in the corner, and beckoned me closer. Slowly approaching the wardrobe, I could almost feel my heart in my mouth. I was no stranger to adventures, and they paled in comparison to this particular one. I slowly opened the wardrobe doors, and instantaneously regretted my decision. I screamed as loud as I could, but there was no sound. I was staring right at the decaying body of my Aunt Pamela.
I was 13. MapleStory was my second online game and my first MMORPG. (Gunbound was my first one). When I created my first character, I was like wow! The game had started! This was not a turn-based game, but a real-time one! Everything happening was real, the time was ticking, other players were moving! My first obstacle was to enter the portal to proceed to the next map. After spamming a few keys I managed to find out that it was the “up arrow” key. Doing the quest, killing blue snails, shrooms, challenging the strongest monster Orange Mushroom, gathering recycled materials to fix the relaxer, my first experience in playing a MMORPG, this was so awesome! Armhest was my home, and I like the NPCs there! I had hard feelings to leave my home, Maple Island. So I was told by Shanks to go to Victoria Island to have my First Job Advancement. Appearing at the ship on Lith Harbor, I walked towards right, and then I met this guy. It asked me to “Double Click”. Okay, so I must click this fellow, then I will be brought to meet my job instructor, and became a Swordman! ********* What the f*** is this dark creepy place!!!! I entered a portal, it was a map called Ant Tunnel, without a single ant, but full of zombies and weird mushroom. A few touch from them sent me to heaven. At last, I managed to become a Swordman. Ayan told me to kill 100stumps because she was afraid of them (I am afraid of you too, should I kill you?), Blackfull asked me to give him tree branches and firewood. Back then, I was such an obedient boy, carrying out their entire request without compliant. I went to Perion Street Corner, fighting the monster, chatting and making friends with other players there. So there was this friendly guy, he said “work together”, and then we went on attacking an axe stump together, without partying. We F2 each time we defeated a monster. Every time I F2-ed, I actually smiled in front of the screen like an idiot. The next morning I share this to my classmate, and he told me we were KS-ing each other. I trained and levelled. Occasionally, I explored Sleepywood Dungeon with my buddies, the second place in Victoria Island I visited, after Lith Harbor. I was below level 30 at that time. One of us had just become a Cleric. Okay, he can heal us, no problem, let’s go! We entered deeper and deeper, until the map where Cold Eyes reside, and the Cleric died. One by one, we all died a few moments later. I burned quite an amount of White Potion but, nevertheless it was fun. Another place we liked to explore was Perion West Rocky Mountain. We would climb higher and higher up the mountain, until we met Red Drake. The Bugy Era Came. Not all monsters in PQ are dropping etc. It was then I learned to smuggle PQ etc, although most of us called it “smug”. I was doing Ludi PQ at that time. We would repeat Stage1 to collect sufficient Pass, then we will proceed to do the full PQ. We usually skipped Stage2 and Stage 5 as there is no monster exp to gain. At one time, our party leader died at A Crack In The Dimension, I smuggled out Alishar Key as souvenir. (The changing of party leader function was not released yet at that time) Fast-forward the time, Orbis PQ had been released. Many people gathered there, and there was a pig-liked fairy standing on top of a cloud. Those interesting types of PQs include 6X PQ and 18X PQ. 6X PQ was where a smuggler with 6 storage pieces will provide everyone one piece each, and we will clear the Storage Stage 6times. 18X PQ was where everyone will use the smuggle concept, clicking the NPC, passing party leader role around, and cleared Lobby, Sealed Room, and Storage 6times each. Sometimes there were looters camping at the exit map, waiting to steal Storage Pieces, in which we smugglers had to take precaution of. I like to do the Jail room too, we would take turn to the Jail room, while other 5members proceed with the PQ. I like to kill the Lucidas using traps, now I still do. There were so many memories in MapleStory, but I was forced to quit it after being corrupted. MapleRoyals is our dreams, our home! Armhest, Ludi PQ, Orbis PQ, Sleepywood Dungeon, I miss you!
