I am about to fucking die.
I might sound dramatic to you, but I'm not joking.
I'm pretty much dead.
See, some people die in the Ocean of Bones, or maybe in the Cathedral of Steel—heroes, they are, those Knights. Not me.
I die here, like a moron.
Where, you might curiously ask?
I'm not about to die in a Dungeon or fighting a mighty foe that threatens humanity.
Nope.
I'm about to die like a dog.
A stupid one.
And that's all because I dared to dream.
I dared to dream that one day, I could be a Knight too. I dared to think that a lowly miner like me could perhaps work hard enough to buy a good Skill, like Lightning Edge, that would allow me to kill a few monsters, finally get a Class and get out of Shit's Creek. I dreamt of fighting monsters greater than life, of conquering Dungeons bigger than the sky.
Is it too much to ask to have a chance at being something? Is it too much to desire to be someone?
