Where to start??? Not with the past I suppose, for the past is filled with a lot of shit not worthy of being written down. Probably the reason I have never bothered to keep a journal before. But this morning came and all of a sudden it seems pretty obvious I should be documenting everything that has started to go down. Just an extremely brief introduction so this may make more sense to anyone who were to come across and read it without me being around. Born in 1987 in Seattle, normal childhood, moved around a few times and ended up in Philly, blah blah, graduated from college with a bachelor's degree in zoology. The year is 2018, I've been working at the philadelphia zoo now for 7 years basically being a glorified shit scooper in the red panda exhibit. See I told you, probably wasn't worthy of writing down but its written down here and it'd be weird if I scratched out half a page of the first entry. Anyway, back to the reason I am even writing a journal, and let me just preface this by saying ya I am sure you will think I am batshit crazy but it is what it is. When I awoke this morning I immediately sensed something was off before I even opened my eyes. The course blanket that covered me was not my 800 thread count Egyptian cotton down feather duvet. I sprung to my feet and had to sit there and let my eyes adjust it was so bright. The sun was shining through an eastern window and lighting up the room, but this was not my goddamn bedroom. I had no idea where I was and everything in the room was weirder then hell. Everything was super antiquey, the walls were like old shiplap, there was a large wooden chest in the corner, and the matress and bed were a joke. At this point I thought this had to be some elaborate prank, but the scale of it for me, being that I am not a celebrity or anything, was puzzling. Then I realize I am almost completely naked, just this weird loinclothesc pair of underwear on. Now I'm thinking, this is totally not a prank, and I am pretty sure I may have been drugged and violated. I run over to this old looking wooden chest of drawers and find nothing but some old costumes inside. Not having many options I throw the stuff on and god, I don't even know how to describe it, someone from the dark ages? The fabric was super coarse and felt like a burlap sack. It was like 4 times heavier then normal clothes and I probably looked rustic as hell. No sooner had I finished getting dressed, (no shoes or socks btw), when I heard some deep voices talking outside the room. I'm going to be honest, I freaked out. Whatever the hell was going on did not feel like a prank and I felt like whoever had put me in this weird room HAD to have done so with the help of some sort of tranquilizer and people that stick you with tranquilizers are generally NOT good people with good intentions. I ran over to the window, pushed it open and crawled outside and began running. Now I only ran a few meters when I realized it wasn't just the room that was done up like an old western town or something. There was a goddamn blacksmith on the side of the street!! The people walking around were all dressed in costumes and there was even a guy who came galloping by on a horse. Nobody was paying me much attention and nobody from the building I woke up in seemed to be chasing me. I saw a lot of people gathered and standing outside a stone building a few blocks away and I ran over. The sign on the building said "Bank of Ocllo" and it too had a very western, dark ages feel to it. From here on out lets just get that out of the way because it seems silly to continue to mention it: Everything was rustic and old and dark ages. It was like a massive movie set. Anyway I'm looking at the sign for the bank and I see this guy sitting on the corner playing a very small stringed ukulele. We look at each other in the yees and something about him was very calming and I felt at ease. I came over to him and ask him where he got the ukelele and he says its a lute. Ok whatever looks like a ukelele for all intents and purposes. I own a guitar, not very good with it but I've only been playing a few years. He holds the lute out to me and asks if I wanted to try. I give it a strum and let me again say, I know you will think I'm batshit crazy, but this was what happened. Someone said something in my HEAD. The voice said, "Your skill in Musicianship has increased by .1%. It is now 56.2%. I stumbled backwards at this point, this whole experience was rather unsettling. I ask him what the hell is going on and he doesn't seem to know what I mean. I tell him about the voice and to my surprise he doesn't flinch. He says, "oh you gained in musicianship, nice what is your skill level at?". I still have no idea what he is talking about. He then offers to take me to have some breakfast at the tavern. I agree and hand him back the lute and follow him down the street. There we sit down and chatted over some greasy food (I know I said I'd stop mentioning it but even the food was rustic as hell. Not up to my standards to be honest.).
Thanks! Super weird approach that tbh I kinda regret as I don't intend on writing many more entries and it takes a lot of weed to put yourself in the mindset of a person transported into Sosaria unsuspectingly. I really just intended to come in here and say hi to everyone. I played on Pacific back in the day, I don't even remember the year but there was already trammel for sure. Anyhow, been here a few days and am really liking it. Looking forward to seeing you all in game! I am going provo mage route as that has always served me well for a starter character in the past.
Nah awesome approach. Some people love reading these threads. Yeah as long as your into a fel only shard you will do great. Anyhow welcome see ya around man. If you need help macroing your skills up IRC me and i will let you into the Occlo provo house.
Very cool story for sure. That is also in some way that our hero in the shitty and boring game Ultima 8 got into the world but he did not work on a Zoo.
