| Humble Beginnings |
| A young SamuRon returned to Tristram after years of adventuring. (Most
recently, he had come back to Earth from an alien-infested moonbase to
find Los Angeles overrun with Pigs.)
 Although
he relished the opportunity to resume his pursuit of the ever-fair Gillian,
he sensed trouble. His old pal Ogden warned him that there was trouble
out by the old church. A quick walk (he lost his ride at the start of his
last adventure) to the Church of Lazarus confirmed his worst fears: not
only was old King Leoric betrayed and his
son kidnapped, but dead folks were left out to rot.
SamuRon reached for his rocket launcher. It was gone! So was his BFG
9000! All his hi-tech weaponry had been confiscated by the border patrol.
He rummaged quickly through the nearest corpse ("Hmmm this one is still
moving... errr, not any more!") and picked out a small shield, short sword,
and a 2x4 with a nail sticking out. And dammit, all that Space Marine training
and experience fighting Pigs was all for naught... |
| The Nightmare Begins |
| SamuRon learned quickly... it seemed that with every few monsters he
killed, he'd get stronger, quicker, smarter or healthier. He discovered
depths beneath the church that were filled with demons. And the killing
was easy.
 But
he was young, and mistakes were made. He discovered the the mystical shrines
which often granted boons like the occasional potions of rejuvenation or
the handful of gold pieces. He was poor (having blown his wad on Studded
Leather Armor), so every bit counted.
What he didn't know, however, was that each shrine has its own god and
purpose, and banes were granted as often as boons. To this day, SamuRon
finds it tremendously difficult to cast spells, and is convinced that one
too many shrines is the cause... |
| Descent into Godhood... |
| SamuRon's early adventures brought him in contact with many fellow
journeymen. Often he wondered how many of the less experienced adventurers
were outfitted so splendidly. One day, luck was on his side, and a gracious
warrior gave Samu a complete outfit: Godly Plate of the Ages, Godly Shield
of the Ages, King's Sword of Haste, and a couple of Obsidian Rings and
even an Amulet.
As he tried his new equipment out, he marveled at the generosity of
his benefactor. How could he afford to give such treasures away? In the
end, he decided not to question his good fortune... and although he was
near invincible, he had taken an awful, ugly step from the path of the
righteous.
 Note:
The astute reader will notice that our hero has accepted items that were
duplicated ("duped") by unscrupulous characters. And although many fall
into this trap early in their gaming experiences, it is not nearly as reprehensible
as those who actively seek to better their characters by hacking. Ever
wondered what a hacked character looks like? Check out this guy's hacked
stats (this is not SamuRon, who, after much adventuring, has a base
mana of 26!) and you'll never again wonder why you lose "friendly duels"!
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| ... and the Return to Mortality |
| Although SamuRon was almost as indestructable as his armor, he began
to question himself. After meeting several "DupeMasters," the dubious origins
of his equipment was a certainty. It was a difficult decision to give it
all up, yet he knew he must. There was no challenge left in the battles
he fought -- most were a crazed storm of which he was the center -- he
often emerged without a scratch.
 Slowly,
he gave up the items that had made him a "god." He had discovered a Lightning
Blade of Blood, which showed him he could kill without Haste. Next
went the jewelry -- this was perhaps the most difficult step, since without
adequate resistances, he could no longer enter any room unconcerned with
what he faced. Finally he gave up the Godly armor.
Sure, he dies a heck of a lot more. But
each encounter became exciting again. The prospect of finding better equipment
(and boy, could he use it!) filled each trip to the old man in the
town square with enthusiasm. |
| SamuRon Today |
 Today,
SamuRon is older and wiser. Having given up his crutches, he's become a
much better warrior. He's even found a few of the items legitimately that
he gave up long ago.
He's also met plenty of terrific companions
during his travels (many of whom you'll see and meet as you surf through
this web site).
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 Sure,
you'll still see him planted firmly inside of Laz's chamber from time to
time (and in a lot of other places, especially when there are witches
and snakes around), but he's having
a long and much more fun career in the hero business.
Hail, and see you online! |
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