Jana the Gamer?

To lighten the mood here on my lovely blog, I decided to share a new adventure with you all! I have played video games all of my life, and still play them now.  Our most recent video game obsession haa been World of Warcraft.  Here you get to create a character in a way that more or less fits your personality, take him or her on quests, explore dungeons, learn new skills, etc.  

 This is JanaLee! She is the character that most closely matches my personality.  She is a gnome, which means she's about 3 feet all, she has the adorable pink ponytails I love and those big gorgeous eyes (which I do not have, but I have a cute wittle nose, so I think it's all equal.) and right now she is sporting a Muslim-esque niqab as part of her gear.  Oh, and did I mention she giggles?  Yes, she has the world's cutest giggle.  Often when I play her, I am completely overwhelmed by her cuteness!  She can jump up and down... her little ponytails jiggling as she jumps... omw. You just can't imagine the cuteness.

Another fun aspect of gaming is the group dynamic. Here is a group of us, rejoicing after a successful battle!  Sapphirerose is the leader of my guild (a group of people who chat together and help each other out), and had come to help Rogueself (aka my husband James), me, and some random strangers battle a mighty foe.  When we got done? DANCE PARTY!!!!! LOL

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Now James and I are starting a new adventure... gaming off the computer.  We started a few weeks ago by joining a Dungeons and Dragons game with his family.  It was fun, but not at all what I expected. Now a group from our school has started doing new game called Geist, and in a moment of insanity, I decided to join the fun. 

It took me 2 and a half hours to make a character. TWO AND A HALF. Dang. This better be a great freakin game, that's all I've got to say.

The basic premise of the game is easy.  Each character died, and was not able to leave the earth because of something.  Each character has a geist, kind of like a mentor, who was attracted to the chacter because of some kind of similarity.  The fun part for me, in all games of this nature, is making the character... giving her a story, a personality... a soul, more or less. The character I am finishing for our game tonight will look very much like the picture of Janaria Lynn, pictured below.  Her story:

Janira rushed down the darkened streets, willing her body to run faster. What if she was too late?  She pushed the thought out of her mind. The men had just bought the little girl, and would need time to properly "enjoy" her.  She willed herself to run faster, the small blue house only 2 blocks away. 

Reaching her goal, she heard the sound of men laughing. She heard the lust in their voices, the excitement as they decided who would get her first.  Silently, Janira crept around the other rooms of the house. She looked in the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl.  Finally, she found what she was looking for.  She pushed open the window, praying it would not creek and reveal her actions.  Carefully she climbed through the window, her eyes glued to the small girl bound and gagged in the corner. The girls were wide with terror as Janira crept closer, finally holding the little girl in her arms.  Turning toward the window to make their escape, Janira heard the door open.  Shocked curses followed her as she tried to run back to the window.  Hands reached out, grabbing her, while another man ripped the girl out of her arms.  Escaping the hands holding on to her, Janira desperately lunged toward the girl! A flash of a pistol, her body an explosion of pain, and Janira faded from this world.

From miles away, Silas felt her desperation as he clutched the necklace and remembered...

Silent around him, the night seemed dark in spite of the full moon. He hurried along the side of the road, watching for headlights and praying with all his heart.  His goal was the run-down shack just a small ways down the road. When he had come home earlier and found his wife gone, he had feared the worst.  The idea of asking the police for help had been a horrible joke, since some of the officers were probably responsible for her disappearance. He had heard though that the Klan did their horrific deeds in the woods around Tommy Duncan's place, and decided to make his way there when night fell.  If he was lucky, maybe he could find his Rose before it was too late.

Branches clawing at his face, he turned into the woods, listening and watching for any signs of life.  He circled the house, looking for a path where they had taken her, when he saw something shining in the moonlight. He reached for it, terror in his heart.  Years earlier he had seen his wife longing for that necklace in a store window, and determined to make it hers. He worked all day at the mill, and odd jobs in the evenings and weekends, scraping and saving every penny.  Finally he bought that necklace, and determined to make his Rose the happiest woman on earth, he asked her that night to be his wife.

Silas knew his wife must be deeper in the woods in this direction.  He hurried, as quietly as he could, in the direction they must have taken her.  In the far distance, he could now see a cross, brightly burning in the dark woods. His heart hammered in his chest, afraid of what he would find.  If he could just get to her, maybe he could distract the men for long enough for her to escape! He hurried toward the group of men near the cross.

Close enough to see the men clearly now, he watched them torment his wife.  They said something, laughed. He could see the tears running down her cheeks as he looked for a way to get to his wife.  As he crept closer to the group, a man reached out, ripping his wife's dress off of her shoulders. Silas forgot everything else, and desperately ran toward his wife.  The last thing he felt was his ankle tearing as he fell over the root, the explosion of pain in his head as it hit the rock, and the metal in his fingers as he clutched the necklace.