BlameThePixel!

It was just another day in your life. You were surfing the BTP forums, looking for threads to post on when you noticed something. A forum that had not been used in quite some time suddenly had a gold star. Curious, you decide to have a look. It's only as the threads appear that you realise your dreaful mistake. It's the RPG forum! Desperately, you try and press the "Back" button, but the mouse wont obey. It moves slowly towards the new thread. You yell, you scream for someone to help you, but it's too late. You have been drawn into EvilWeevil's black world of RPGs.

Yes, I was feeling bored, and since my past three RPGs have been more successful than most, I decided it was high time I made another one. Create your character using the synopsis below (I think that's the word).

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Eyes:
Clothes:
Hair:
Weapons:
Possessions:
Personality:
Description:
Occupation:
Story/History:

Read through the first part of the end of my last, un-finished RPG, the Treasure Hunt, to discover your situation (or you could just scroll down, but then you'd miss out on my wonderful story-telling skills.)

EvilWeevil waited for a few minutes, then grimly realised no one had answered his summons to help him find the treasure.
"Well that's just great," he said to himself. "Still, according to this map, it should be somewhere in these caves."
With that, he swept his cloak, created an orb of light with his lightning-mage powers, and set off down the passage.
After walking around in circles for what seemed like forever, he reached a dead end.
"Hmm, this looks suspicious," he said, and started feeling the walls. This was followed by a "YES!" as he found a hidden button and pressed it. The dead end opened up into a small passage, at the end of which he could see the treasure chest. But as he drew up to it, he realised he was not alone.
"Hello Evil."
EvilWeevil turned to see a dark human-shaped figure. It wass dressed in aa grey-black coat, grey-black hat, grey-black boots, grey-black trousers, etc. Its face was hidden by a swirling darkness, through which only its blue piercing eyes showed.
"You," said Evil. "The one who tried to steal our map back at the forest."
"Yes," it said. "And the one who's been sending all those soldiers after you. I've been searching for this treasure for a long time, and you were getting in my way. I tried to eliminate you, but you proved more resourceful than I thought."
It paused for a moment before continuing.
"But then I suddenly realised I'd been acting foolish. After all, why should I try and get rid of you, when I could let you find the treasure for me instead? Which you have done superbly."
"Well I had help most of the way," Evil said. "Speaking of which, I wonder why my friends didn't answer my call."
"They're in jail."
"What! Why?"
"For stealing a map from the library back in town."
"Oh yeah, I remember that."
"Yes, that caused quite a riot it did. Dozens of innocent people were arrested for looking suspicious. Funny old world, isn't it?"
It paused again.
"Well, as lovely as its been chatting with you, I must say farewell. And you, my friend, can decide how; I can leave with the treasure chest, or I can leave with the treasure chest and one less bullet in my gun."
It smiled.

So as you've probably guessed, you're in jail. Let the fun begin!

Name: Glenn
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Eyes: Green
Clothes: Breastplate, pants, boots, gloves, cape, all various shades of green.
Hair: Green
Weapons: Masamune, Water Magic, Taijutsu
Possessions: Hero's Medal, the Map, a Sword Hilt
Personality: Solitary, generally easygoing, until you piss him off.
Description: See above.
Occupation: Hero/Mercenary
Story/History: Go look at the previous threads, I'm not typing it out again.


After having been let off for the crime of stealing the map, due to his status as a Hero, Glenn went wandering after Magus again. He heard Evil's cry for help, but ignored it. He couldn't help but be drawn toward Magus's dark powers. Glenn decided that this time, he would defeat Magus once and for all, and nothing would get in his way.

Little did he know that he was heading straight for Evil's position...

EvilWeevil didn't like the obvious implication of what the figure had said.
"What's your name?" asked Evil. "Because I really don't want to have to type figure again."
"Huh?" it said.
"Just tell me your name."
"No."
"Why? I mean, it's just a name. It's not like..."
The figure, having finally grown tired of Evil's blabbering, punched him in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground. It stepped over his unconcious body, grabbed the chest, and made its way out of the passage.
"Now if only I can remember which way is -"
It stopped mid-sentence as a ball of lightning hit it in the back. It dropped the chest and turned round to see Evil standing there, another lightning ball in his hand.
"It takes more than a punch to get the best of me, mate," he said, and fired the lightning ball.
It dodged, and fired a fireball at Evil. It hit him on his arm, and his robes caught fire. Fortunately, he had a bottle of water with him, and spilled it over the flame, extinguishing it. He looked wide-eyed at the figure.
"What, you've never heard of fire mages before?" it laughed.

Meanwhile, Evil's hired Sherlock Holmes Look-alike was examining the hole which lead to the network of caves.
"I suppose I could go down there and help him," he said. "But then again, what's in it for me? I've already been payed. For all I know falling into holes which lead to potentially dangerous places are a hobby of his."
And with that, he started to make his way back towards town.