GamySpy has posted a fictional account of life in the times of Camelot's Dark Age - it starts like this:
I'll never forget the time I fell in love in Camelot. I'll also never forget the time I caught a medieval venereal disease from a drunken Elven whore after mistakenly stumbling into Hibernia one evening, but that is a different story.
This is a story of love gained, love lost, and body parts lost.
I spent the first few years of my life wandering the fields of Albion, killing spiders, snakes, Taliban, and frogs. My early years were replete with many heroic tales. For example, one time when I was level nine, in a fit of desperation to complete an imperative task, I rushed across the countryside to go visit a fletcher in Humberton who was in evidently in dire need of a paper sack... |