There is something you should know about me… Something that makes me who I am, and that has been getting me into trouble for a long time. I find it hard to exist in reality. I will do things, anything really to escape the things I see every day around me.
It all started five years ago, when I was waiting tables in the Jesters Mug, not the nicest bar in Middle Kingdom. There was a guy that would come in, order the same pale ale every night, and drink it while writing off in the corner of the bar. I never got the nerve to start up a conversation with him… he was definitely the quite type, and I could tell he didn’t want to be disturbed. I never even knew his name… just what drink he always ordered.
Somehow he became Drake Market, a writer who was just getting his start in the world, who came to a stingy bar in Middle Kingdom every night to watch the women who inspired his latest piece. A woman whose beauty far surpassed anything he had ever seen before…
UG! I was so stupid…. And I kept doing things like that, making up my own endings to things that were never even stories to begin with. Taking pieces from other peoples adventures and adding them to my own life… I became a living breathing lie…
And I still am one today.
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