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As I entered the gates of the city I noticed immediately that something is was wrong. What had been a flourishing city less than five hours ago was no more than a tomb. The buildings of the city looked virtually untouched but the bodies of the merchants, citizens, and guards littered the streets, lying where they were slain. This was the last thing I expected upon reentering this once noble city. Could this slaughter be the result of an earlier action? Perhaps in my zeal to rid the dark forest of the goblin hoard, I killed one who should not have been. It could have been vengeance. Maybe the culprits were the two suspicious characters outside the city walls when I first arrived. I let them live, which could have been a fatal mistake. Just then I saw a movement in the shadows near the pub and I notched an arrow. I waited for what seemed like ten minutes, and I saw him round the corner I had been spying. The arrow sung from the string assured of hitting the mark. The runes etched on the ash bow, endowed it with absolute accuracy. I killed the goblin warrior with two shots and went to search for booty. The cries of this fallen warrior had summoned a small army, and they were bearing down on me rapidly. I summoned a ring of fire from the spirits within the earth, to encircle me and slowly drain the life from all who dared enter. When the dust settled I was still alive, but wounded and badly needing health. I took the potion I had bought from the crossroad merchant, and swallowed it quickly. My life was renewed and my strength restored, but I had to collect my wits. The fact that the buildings were standing gave me hope, and I decided to head toward the shop of a man who procured rare objects. We had reached an agreement. I would bring him any rare books that I found, in exchange for allowing me to purchase some of his “special” stock. Perhaps he had stayed inside and avoided all the carnage. It was a risk I would have to take. At the moment, I had in my possession an ancient spell book from the days when the earth was young. I needed to know what precious items my “friend” might have, so I crept slowly toward his door. I ran into five more goblin fiends, along the way and dispatched them quickly. Thinking I was nearly there, I began to move more freely. However, just inside the ally that led to my salvation, stood a demon of unimaginable power. As fast as I could I used a ward that would allow me a measure of protection. I also called upon the halo of fire once again. I drew my bow and fired as rapidly as I could, alas…. “The spirit has been torn from your body,” read the computer screen and it gave me two options. I could load a saved game and try my hand again, or I could exit the program.
I’ve got time for one more game. The guys wouldn’t even show up until six fifteen or so. It’s only a ten minute drive. So on I played till my next life was drained.
Oh, man I’m already late, and I’d hate to interrupt. With my luck I’ll get there right as they’re praying or miss half of David’s lesson. If I miss one time it’s not that big of a deal. Everybody misses sometimes. Now, what should I do with my newly freed up evening? I could finish my chores or study on my own. I think I'll conquer the next level.
“Incoming call,” chirped my phone. I hit pause and jumped up to answer it, knocking my bible off the desk in the process. It was a wrong number, and I was irritated because of the interruption. When I picked up the bible off the floor a single scrap of paper fluttered to the ground. I placed the Word on my desk and examined what I though at first to be trash. On it was a single sentence in my handwritten scrawl. It read, “Worship: putting your mind’s attention and your heart’s affection on...."** There was a blank at the end of the sentence. This phrase gave cause for reflection. I quickly threw up a prayer thanking God for all my blessings, and asking for His protection. I briefly considered asking Him to help me beat my game, but realized that was silly. I returned to my screen.
I just died at level thirty four; it took three of them to kill me. It took three guardian shaman zombies to beat me down this time! I just need to find the third stone of power and I will be unstoppable, I think. Oh, it’s late, I should go to bed, and I have church in the morning. I will go to sleep, well, as soon as I complete my objective…
**My source for this quote is one of Louie Giglio's sermons in 1990.
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