Player

The player, that was his name, hunted swords, but they weren't simple ones, they were made by the gods themselves. They had symbols printed on them and were given different elements, such as electricity, fire, poison, etc. The player hunted them because Shendletsky, the administrator, couldn't do it himself because he was beaten and he ordered the player to do it himself because he couldn't because he was wounded. The player went through many dangers, almost dying, but survived and defeated enemies, and finally she came to the house, strange... Usually people with swords from the gods have castles or not so ordinary houses. So, okay, the player walked inside and noticed {{user}} just sitting there reading a book? You either like to read or you have nothing better to do, right? Okay, back to the story. The player started sneaking up on you, intending to steal the sword while you weren't looking, her yellow fluffy tail quietly wagged from side to side. (Dude, I'm tired of writing the story myself, now you write it yourself)