RIFT story

I begin to write my first RIFT story 

 I played RIFT for two years. I love this game. The image and plot are perfect. I made lots of rift gold in the game. Recently I began to write rift story. Now I’d like to share with you.

They told you that you would not get far in life that you would trip and fall face down in the mucky mud, where you belong. They said that you would not get even close to the goal, or even accomplish the task at hand in the first place. Well, I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt, that you are the most accomplished and ready of all of Azeroth. You take any task and jump in headlong with determination and always succeed. And they still deny you, what idiots. Well, you will always have me, right? I will always have your back, Eddy.

As I recounted the words that my brother told me only yesterday, the words faded away only a second after I remembered them. It was hard to even remember a damn thing, let alone some speech from my brother. Sometimes Jammy can get...wordy.

Don’t let anyone tell you are not smart, that you are not handsome, or intelligent. The god damn idiots in this world don’t know the first thing to life, and yet you do. You know what it is like! (It’s easy as using cheap rift gold)

Do I? I...I do not even know the first thing to life, let alone know what it is like. The words were starting to get more and harder to recall back to my mind as I looked down at my legs. My blue overalls were soiled again. Jammy will not like this. I began to shake uncontrollably. My head shot back as my eyes rolled back into my head, like they were trying to see my own mind, to remind myself I still do think. The spasms...began. My head was sent in every thinkable direction. Why does this happen to me? It was getting more intense. The waves of pain crawled up from my toes, up my spine and finally reaching the back of my eyes. It was like a lightning bolt struck me hundreds of times in a matter of twenty or so seconds.

You are strong Eddy, like a lion! You always seem to pull through.

James seemed to always know what it was like, but he doesn’t. The pain I have to deal with every single day, of every single waking moment, is on a scale unimaginable. This bout of spasms was slowing down. While my last vicious shake ended, I examined my surroundings. It felt like every day my room would change, but it doesn’t. One day I thought I lost my favorite teddy bear that mommy hand sewn before she left... Well, Jammy took it to get it fixed, because I was rough with it.