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The Elsword Logs

Posted by InkBlotCreations - July 6th, 2014


Hey all! I have recently acquired the game Elsword, and I decided to have some fun before it finally finished downloading. When I went to check it out on steam, it said I already owned a copy of it, so that was pretty strange. But I decided to play since it looked fun anyway and I seemed to have an uninstalled copy. It's probably the first game I'll maybe enjoy that doesn't even have players roleplaying in it. I have a few minutes to maybe a half hour until it is fully installed and I can start playing, and I decided to share something with you.

 

While I was waiting, I decided to start writing a "Log" of my experiences in the game. So far, obviously, there's only one log. And it clearly won't go far today. But I think you'd all like to read it, since I think it was a fun time killer. This story-in-the-making is about the feelings, experiences, and reactions of the character himself, not me. It was a fun idea at the time. Here's the first log, hope you like it. My time zone is Mountain Time, if you weren't sure what time it was in the logs.

 

 

First Day

7/6/2014

1:30 PM

 

 

So far, I am waiting for entry. The world is just beyond those gates. Apparently, I have to wait a few hours to get in. I need to be registered and they have to get my stuff carried over from the last area. Honestly, I can’t remember what life was like before I got to this gate.  It’s like the excitement melted it all away. It’s as though life didn’t exist before I got to these gates. Like I was floating around in nothingness. And yet, I have items and gear to speak of. They not only had to register me, but they had to register my gear. It was to make sure I wasn’t carrying anything I shouldn’t have. Apparently illegal substances exist where I come from.

 

To sum up this log, I have amnesia and I’m waiting at the gates to be allowed entry. I can only imagine what lies beyond those huge doors, what those guards are making me wait for. As I stand on the chunk of land that floats above nothing, sitting before the large iron doors that separate me from the world, I can’t help but wonder what lies in store.

 

 

I hoped you all liked it, I will be continuing the Logs and making a story happe. Every time a new Log is completed, I will post it here for you guys to read. Peace out!


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