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                                                                          The Stage                                                                        By team6rules     "What am I doing here?" I asked myself as I stared down the sad, empty rows to the lonely little stage. A bottle slipped from my pudgy fingers and rolled away. The glass passed from the dim lighting of the theater into the shadow of one of the plush, red seats.     "What is wrong with me?" I wondered, though I already knew the answer. I was a quitter, a drunk, a wash-up stuck in a time long past. How many times have I bailed when I was needed? How many good people now

{All non-player characters and the Guild Wars universe belong to NC Soft and Arena Net. I am just representing my own character through the story. Thank you.} Chapter 6 The twisted path forged on and on past broken and lifeless land. Eventually it twisted and split into a fork running along either side of a rock formation. Q signed for the party to come to a halt. Signa looked up from her brooding trudge in the back and rubbed some dust from her eyelashes before looking up to see that a great plateau loomed to their right. “We need to turn left,” Zleeda stated after considering the two paths, “The path to the right only