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Grunting and wheezing, the once mighty Cretian King Sissyphus tensed his muscles and pushed the large boulder, his feet scrambling for purchase at the gravel and pebbles.
With the thud, the boulder fell forward another foot. For the upteenth time, he could see the top of the cliff. If he could manage to shove it over, his eternal punishment would be absolved, so said Hades.
Shouldering the boulder again, he groaned and pushed. The boulder lulled forward, just to the edge, and the abruptly slipped from his grasp and tumbled down the path -- making the damned monarch start all over again.
Wiping his brow under the heavy golden crown forever affixed to his head, he wearily trudged down to give it another try. However, he noticed something different this time.
He saw an archer on an Ethereal Mount running around in circles, away from a Winged Fallen Warrior. Sissyphus took a moment to arch his aching back and then walked to the newcomers.
"Hello!" King Sissyphus said. "You fellas, erm, new here?"
The archer turned to the king, and then lowered his bow. He sighed, and then called to the Fallen Warrior... "Hey Murmur... take five." The Winged Warrior put away his planar sword, sat down on a rock, and took out a lunchbox.
The warrior turned back to the undead king. "Hi. Yeah, I'm Prince Caspian."
Sissyphus smiled and tugged his sweat-soaked ermine cloak up. "Ah. So you are also here on an eternal hopeless quest."
The warrior started tightening the string on his Mischief Maker Bow. "Sure am. I have to drop this joker down to 0 hitpoints. But for every 35 points of damage I can land in 5 seconds, he can heal himself up 50 from an unlimited mana pool. We've been at it for longer than I can remember."
Sissyphus winced. "Wow. Truly, you must have done something reprehensible to earn such a frustrating, never-ending fate."
Caspian arched an eyebrow and lowered his bow. "What are you talking about? I'm paying 12 bucks a month for this!!!"
With that, Caspian and the Fallen Warrior resumed their futile moebius-like dance of pointless combat. King Sissyphus went back to the boulder. While it was as heavy as ever, the monarch thought it was somehow lighter, now that he saw someone with a more wretched fate than he.
With the thud, the boulder fell forward another foot. For the upteenth time, he could see the top of the cliff. If he could manage to shove it over, his eternal punishment would be absolved, so said Hades.
Shouldering the boulder again, he groaned and pushed. The boulder lulled forward, just to the edge, and the abruptly slipped from his grasp and tumbled down the path -- making the damned monarch start all over again.
Wiping his brow under the heavy golden crown forever affixed to his head, he wearily trudged down to give it another try. However, he noticed something different this time.
He saw an archer on an Ethereal Mount running around in circles, away from a Winged Fallen Warrior. Sissyphus took a moment to arch his aching back and then walked to the newcomers.
"Hello!" King Sissyphus said. "You fellas, erm, new here?"
The archer turned to the king, and then lowered his bow. He sighed, and then called to the Fallen Warrior... "Hey Murmur... take five." The Winged Warrior put away his planar sword, sat down on a rock, and took out a lunchbox.
The warrior turned back to the undead king. "Hi. Yeah, I'm Prince Caspian."
Sissyphus smiled and tugged his sweat-soaked ermine cloak up. "Ah. So you are also here on an eternal hopeless quest."
The warrior started tightening the string on his Mischief Maker Bow. "Sure am. I have to drop this joker down to 0 hitpoints. But for every 35 points of damage I can land in 5 seconds, he can heal himself up 50 from an unlimited mana pool. We've been at it for longer than I can remember."
Sissyphus winced. "Wow. Truly, you must have done something reprehensible to earn such a frustrating, never-ending fate."
Caspian arched an eyebrow and lowered his bow. "What are you talking about? I'm paying 12 bucks a month for this!!!"
With that, Caspian and the Fallen Warrior resumed their futile moebius-like dance of pointless combat. King Sissyphus went back to the boulder. While it was as heavy as ever, the monarch thought it was somehow lighter, now that he saw someone with a more wretched fate than he.
