I didn’t sign up for this. Standing on piles of dead citizens is a long ways from how things used to be ten or even five years ago, back when I used to dabble more often in any old MMO for its free 30 days. Back then we’d head out and grab the local flora, attack the local fauna. Collect five apples for a farmer’s prize-winning pie, maybe kill a dozen Rodents of Unusual Size. Nothing too crazy. But Rift has different ideas. I return to the calmer confines of the Sanctuary, just to collect my thoughts before pressing on, and I see a golden-skinned healer with pointy ears tending more wounded. I realize this war isn’t going to end itself, so it’s time to leave this nightmare of a holy place on high, charge down the hill, and do what I was called here to do: to stop this madness.
No Church in the Wild