Here is a little story I knocked up just for fun.

It was a town; not unlike any other town.  It was a peaceful place where everyone got on.  The birds twittered peacefully.  Children played and always were safe.  That was until that faithful day that changed the face of the world. 

I must first mention my name.  My name is Dave the destroyer of worlds.  At this moment, I don’t know this but I will.  I am married to a fair maiden and have two adorable children.  I work as a black smith and enjoy my trade that can sometimes be tedious.

It started one day.  I would go to sleep and wake up a completely different place covered in blood, knowing not what happened.  This seemed to happen more and more until one day I woke up and found myself running for hours to someplace I had never been before.  I started to attack a village; Killing men, women and children, and the worst part of it was that I had no control over my body.  I started to use magical spells that I had never even heard of, let alone knew what they would do. 

I woke up back at my village and the village elder Jeff told me that there were rumours of a man just like me that was destroying villages but, they knew that it couldn’t be me.  I was an up standing member of the community who wouldn’t say boo to a goose.

If only they knew the truth.  I decided to leave the village before I could be a threat to the ones I loved.  I walk for miles and miles until I came to a big town.  The town was called Londinium.  There were people that might be able to help me.  I spoke to a witch in this city about what was happening to me.  She said. “You are possessed boy and the one that controls you is not of this world.”  Cranky old bat I thought and left. I found a herbalist and told him of my plight.  He gave me some medicine that seemed to stop the strange bouts of loss of control over my body, but only for a little while and I had to up the dose quickly.

After a little while; the dose was so high, that I had to start robbing to get the money.  All I could hear when I slept was; “What the f**k is wrong with this game?”  I didn’t know what that meant.   I put it down to the side effects from the drug I was taking.  One day I was in this inn and a man came over to me and introduced himself as bob the evil bastard and that he had travelled for miles to kill me.  I asked him why?  He stopped for one moment and said; “I don’t know.  Where the hell am I?”  I enquired to what might be wrong.  He told me.

I don’t have complete control of myself.  It’s not all the time.  It can last a few hours or can go on for days.  You couldn’t imagine the things I have done; the horror, the agony.  I have killed animals for fun and not knowing why; I have killed people for no reason.  I have used them for sport, but everything I did was completely contrary to who I am.  He started to cry.  It’s as if someone was controlling me.  Damn you; damn you all to hell; he shouted.

It was at this moment that we both looked up. Why? I don’t know but we could both see what looked like the biggest head we have ever seen and it looked back at us and said. Welcome to world of warcraft.  My names is Dave and I will be using you as my character.