[ WP ] life is an rpg where everyone finds out their class at age 18. Business owners start as level 1 merchants , police and military as level 1 guards/fighters , ect . When you turn 18 , you discover you are the first level 1 wizard in over 1000 years .

I'll be completely honest, I wanted to be a Priest. 
 
 Ever since the demilich Keanu Reeves was found out - I mean the dude did n't fucking age - and summoned his undead hordes across the Midwestern United States, Priests have been the forefront of the Seventh Undead Campaigns. Every other day news would come in about some Archbishop or Rabbi repelling the undead from the arch of Saint Louis, or how the siege of the great necropolis of Detroit was been amassed. You'd see Paladins lined up in their riot gear, facing off against the swirling undead fleshy masses in the middle of Missouri. 
 
 Not that Missouri was known for their intelligence checks anyways... but Zombie Barbarians and Rangers trained in backwater tactics of Gods, glory, and beer still posed some sorta threat. 
 
 `` Please read the incantation aloud.'' The instructor had droned to each of us. 
 
 They had lined my classmates along the firing range of the school. A scanned page from some old dusty text was in our hands. Looked like scribbles and murmings, there was a coffee stain on the original text that had been used. 
 
 One by one we went. A couple of jocks - prime Barbarian material in their own right - shouted their lines boisterously. The quiet mousy girls whispered theirs. My friend aimed his at teacher's head and wished. No luck there. And then I went. The page hurt my head to look at. The scribbling swirled on the page. What everyone had said did n't make sense. `` Hots Kesem?'' The fuck were they talking about? 
 
 The world grew dark and cold, and the clouding of my head seemed to swirl around me. It scared me, terrified me. The beating raging of the drums surged in my ears in my brains. Was that everyone else chanting at me? Just....get it out of my head. Get it out of my head. GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD. 
 
 The darkness swirled at me, and so I attacked the darkness. I screamed and cried, felt my blood surge and coalesce, forming before me. And before I was overtaken, I felt the words - barely a whisper - emanate from somewhere within. 
 
 `` Magic Missle.'' 
 
 Shit. 
 
 EDIT: My phone hates spelling.
