In the realm I’m known as
(but you can call me “Wick”)
you’ll recognize me if you see me:
there’s not too many other seven foot tall,
blue skinned guys with large hooked teeth.
I used to be a level one Paladin;
I used to grind away experience points
fighting wild boars in the woods.
I graduated to a raiding party—
we’d crawl thru dungeons, kill demons,
hoard jewels, divvy up rare items.
Then I started going solo
and that’s when things got went south.
Swinging a borad sword is super tiring,
especially when you’re fighting off a
half dozen flying lizard men. So…
I bought a magic potion from a gypsie,
went on to pwn like I never have before,
got a little more, overdosed, and transformed
into one of the very monsters I had often fought.
Turns out in the world of MMOGs
they have a zero gypsie-juice policy.
I got booted offline and now live in a
one bedroom by the freeway—which is ok I guess.
My attorney, who is also a level 30 mage,
is fighting the ruling, and says I have a
good chance. But in the meantime…
I would like to work customer service.
I’m good with people, good with technology,
am a team player (most of the time),
and excel in challenging situations.