And so, deep down in the Forest of Greenness, our hero stood, sword in hand. A figure standing at a height of around five feet eight (adding a few more inches if you count the hair), a living mass of muscle, hair, and the total lack of anything resembling the slightest bit of fashion sense. Like most days, today, he was hunting. Because there is no hero without the ability to hunt. His parents were killed by evil soldiers, and since then, he had to hunt for his own food. But as the hero, he was good at that.
Hero: Hey! Come over here!
The Hero ran, he ran after his prey, waiting in the brush... But little did he know, as he jumped, trying to impale the ... well, thing... With his oversized sword, that the ground would collapse.
But, well, it did.
Hero: Well, damn! Good thing I have a thick skull.
He woke up, a few hours later, in an underground shrine. Stereotypical candles lit up from his position as he walked forward, accompanied by similarly stereotypical runes all over the ground and the stereotypical background music.
As he reached he end, he saw a huge, huge statue, of something... He could not understand what it was, but he felt it was familiar... It was decorated with gold, gems, everything... And it spoke...
Statue: You have come!
Hero: Um, hey, you're a talking statue. How the hell can statues talk.
Statue: I'm a magical statue.
Hero: And why is there a shrine underground?
Statue: So you can find it. Duh. Oh yeah. I have to tell you that you have a great destiny in front of you, and that you are destined to stop evil.
Hero: Really?
Statue: Yep
Hero: Blimey. But what if I don't want to?
Statue:The Village of Destiny is burning. They burnt it.
Hero: Well, fuck.
And so, after he learnt this shocking news... It was time for him to pack up his clothes, his weapons, and his food, and go on a journey! TO SAVE THE WORLD! Like all other heroes, you know.
Edited by: Elementalist Daien at: 7/8/03 8:35 pm