What better place to start then at the very begining, where the guild was nothing but a mere thought in the back of someones head, unheared and unnoticed. Someones head, i might add, that's not often filled with thought, so it's a mystery to many as to why this thought went unheard for so long and, conversely, a mystery as to why this thought went on to be noticed and grow into a full blown idea, where so many before had faded out of exsistance.
It started one afternoon with my partner spouting rather randomly "We should create a guild! Oooh a Re-roll guild". This was met by my very best attempts to ignore her insistance. I battled long and hard, the days passed by and turned into weeks. I was winning. Or so i thought. As she piled more and more thought on top of this idea, the sheer weight of the possibilities crushed my battered defenses and i caved. I agreed to help her on one condition, i'd take no active role in the governing of the guild. One which she was all to glad to accept for reasons i'll go into another time.
This is the story of that thought, which started so inconspicously quiet and content in it's own little corner of the universe. A nobody, that went on to become the guild we know and love.
It was a very happy thought indeed, and why wouldn't it be, it had ample space to live in, the neighbours where so quiet he wasn't even sure he had any and he could sit back and watch reruns of Scrubs any time it pleased. The happyness wasn't to last how ever, as mid way through season 7, he was thrust rapidly into the center of conciousness, like a deer caught in head lights it lingered, startled by the sudden rush of oncoming traffic.
"W-where am i?" He stammered. The only response being a feint echo.
He tried again.
"What is this, what's going on?" Still nothing.
"Help?" It managed to quiver.
At this precise moment, two things happened. The first being a cavernous voice, low and rumbling which bellowed "You have been chosen little one, Lord Plonk has decreed you to be of value, and as such demands you turn over your assets to him for immediate use". The second, a rather large boot decended upon the poor little thought, cascading down from out of nowhere and hitting, with quite some force, the thoughts backside.
As he flew through the air, he had the time to reflect on his life. He looked back on his life with abject curiosity. Could he of done more? Was he really content with the lot he had been given. His revery was cut short by an almight *SKADOOM!* The sky exploded into a sea of white and blue forks of lightning. The thought rubbed his eyes and shook his head to try and ease the ringing in his ears. *SKADOOM* It came again, this time rumbling on for quite some time. As the lightning flared up and painted the sky white, the thought caught glimpse of a sign which read:
"Welcome to the Brain Storm: Population; You!"
He hit the floor with a dull wet thud.
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