[ WP ] You are a Tank in an MMORPG dealing with the psychological trauma of being constantly revived from horrifically fatal wounds .

Blackness, nothing but endless blackness. It feels as if I'm falling, yet rising at the same time, yet neither. Something feels familiar, but what does familiar mean? I ca n't hold on to thoughts. They float through my mind like fog and then blink away, just to float back in from another direction. Yet amongst the empty, I feel peace. 
 
 Then slowly a blowing wind begins. Where from I can not tell, there is no up, down, left, right. It picks up pulling me towards a bright light, I grasp at the nothing trying to resist. Like a tornado the wind pulls me up into the air towards the light. I do n't know how but I know the light is wrong, I must avoid the light. But as certain as death, I'm sucked through to the other side. 
 
 Noise, so much noise. Battle, there are people fighting. Lights, beams, magic shooting everywhere. Someone is yelling, yelling at me I think. A short long haired woman with pointy ears and a white robe is yelling at me. 
 
 `` Into the fray NoobPoner657, the Alliance needs you!'' 
 
 I've been revived. Again and again they bring me back, and every time I die. I ca n't remember the order of the deaths but they sit there in my mind. A wolf tearing out my guts as I scream in pain. A bolt of lightning arcing from the sky electrocuting me. Always surrounded by enemies, always dying. 
 
 I must get out of here, away from this endless cycle. I turn away from the battle looking for my escape, but I can not move. 
 
 The voice has returned. It never truly leaves. I feel my feet guiding me back towards the battle. I try to stop as I have a thousand times before but it is no use. The voice carries me forward. I can hear it muttering in the back of my mind in a strange language *That guy is so op since the last patch, its fucking stupid. * I know not what the words mean, yet they send a shiver down my spine. 
 
 I long for the days spent doing heroic tasks for my homeland. When I collected 15 boar tusks for Edelon's new house in the Forest of Talleron. When I defeated the evil ice witch of the Resson Tundra. Heroic deeds for people who need help. Instead I am dragged to and from death in this endless bloodbath. There is no end. 
 
 I plunge into the fray with the fury of one who can do nothing else. 
 
 

