Logging in always feels great. Slipping slowly from this world and into a much more open minded one, stays the highlight of it all. Looking down at my pixelated hand, I wait for my eyes to come into focus. Once all my settings come into place I look around. Standing at the mere edge of the cliff, I could almost see it all. Cities and towns built from countless hours of grinding. Mythical creatures of all sizes. Dragons roaring in small groups sailing across the sky. They fly towards the direction of the nearest mountains, probably back towards their nesting area. Small herds of gigantic mammoths taking their time to cross the large planes. A couple of wolves, all with an assortment of colors, stay low in the tall grass. All while, surrounding a pegasus with a massive wing span of, maybe ten feet. An eclectic amount of players are collecting, hunting and doing all sorts of tasks. Some fighting one another over game that they caught as a group. Others walking off to set up camp somewhere.

The wind gives a soft push against me. As small clouds begin to pass by I feel a slight brush against my ankle. A small badger brushes up against my leg. His light brown fur, almost like the color of mud, made him kind of hard to spot at times. A character, wearing an outfit suited for a rouge, slips from the darkness of the tree line. The badger turns around to notice him as well and scampers off towards its master. We both smirk and remember the feel of being in this place. This place we could do almost anything to our hearts desire. This....this is home.