Respawn
Press start, begin the game.
Character creation is all the same.
Time to wear the standard armor
And explore the grounds I adore.
Arrive in the kingdom's brand
And make my way to one of the chests
Scattered across the land
where I store my valuables
To protect against wild animals.
The environment this far is less than stunning,
yet I keep playing for the sake of the story.
This is another day I hope to achieve
minor glory.
The Clocktower's bell strikes,
Marking the start of the work day.
The town sparks with life
And I am amazed by the sight.
The commonground fill with the townsfolk,
All moving as one creature.
Each has a purpose,
Each has a place.
Throughout the day, he moves from building to building
Completing tasks and quests
Maintaining proper demeanor
That I deem the best
This pattern remains constant through the gameplay,
And I am starting to become bored
Until I realize something
Even more exciting than the endless horde
The ever-changing dialogue between characters
Keeps me captivated
Even if the conversations
Seem slightly dated.
With each conversation,
My speechcraft increases.
My character's ever-growing network of contacts
That never ceases.
As the day comes to an end,
It is time to leave the castle grounds.
His mind and body weary
From the day's endeavors and pounds.
That is enough for day, I think in my head,
As he changes clothes, now with pajamas on.
He moves wearily and he lays in bed
He close his eyes, eager to respawn.
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