This is the Prologue of Tales of a Newcomer, my series about a newcomer in swordbattle.io who perserveres against all odds.
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There was once a place in which many people were living inside. The place was not very large, but rather a natural size. However, it was separated from all other land…not by water but by a mysterious substance that forbade people to walk across. People only discovered this place by appearing inside as if by magic…and as this land was very isolated, people living inside of it began to call it a sort of world.
But it never had a name until the people inside of this world began to find swords scattered across the map. Curious, people began to pick up a sword from the ground and test it by lodging it into a nearby tree, or, perhaps, the ground.
Soon they discovered these swords were very dangerous to use - but also very valuable. Because of this, the people of this land began to fight over who had the swords. There were enough for everyone, but still, people argued that they should have more swords then everyone else.
Gradually, the people of the world began to fight each other with these swords. The people had always been peaceful until this point, and when the first death of this world happened, people discovered that coins dropped upon a person’s death, enlarging the size of whichever person picked up the coins. There had always been coins scattered across the grass before, but never in such quantities.
And so people began killing others on sight, vying to become the largest and most powerful of the server. Some small alliances were formed, but the people of the land generally would fight to kill others with their swords on sight.
And thus began the neverending war of the newly named land, the land of Swordbattle.