In online games today EVERYONE is a hero.  Everyone's heard the line "Join x Game, fight to save the world..." (grind).  You join this game with the hypeline of being another unknown hero in another random land no one cares about, other than of course the other people who live in that land who also aspire to be heroes. You also know them as your bros, I personally prefer the term Comrade.  I REALLY prefer the term "comrade" in the George Orwellian sense of the word.  Comrade as in individuals locked in a society, mostly mindless where they are controlled and dictated by the government ... and they call each other comrade from force of habit.

Anyway. This is not about Orwell, this about heroes.  About a year ago I began writing an epic novel based around the concept of futurization, technology , child rebels and clones.  Around that time is when I first started to realize something, and what I realized from that day changed my line

JX2 is a fairly old game based on ancient China's mythology. In a way its similar to other games like Hero Online and 9Dragons but each of them have enough differences to make them stand out. JX2 caters to those who are more in favor of old school games like Conquer, Eudemons, and pretty much anything else made by those guys. I'm still amazed they didn't get the license to this game.

Story:

War, land divided, some stuff about fighting for some relics to gain control of the land. Other than that, the story is basically nonexistant.

Graphics:

JX2 is a pretty dated game. To me, its 2D sprites on a 2.5D background. It has enough details to make it look decent, but its not good and not bad. Expect to see yourself around a lot because there's only 4 character models to choose from and each clan in the game provides you with a standard outfit you're expected to wear. The item mall provides for a few different looks, but in the end its all the same. Expect to see clones in the hundreds.

Gameplay:

When you create a character you get to choose between 2 male and 2 female characters. There's no difference except looks and that only males can join Shaolin and only females can join Emei.

I came to this world without a mother or a father to raise me, or anyone to teach me how to hold my sword. I learned my way into the land by exploring and making mistakes. I am nobody's property, I go where my heart desires.

I sit on a log outside the alchemy store waiting for my clan mates, my brothers and sisters in arms. I sharpen my sword and look up to the leaves up on the trees. Years have passed since my first footprints sunk on the sand in the wide spread desert. My skin is not young and clear anymore, the battles have now drawn roads and symbols from where I once bled. Yet, there are no traces from my previous lives before my current, no holes from the bullets that entered my body and came out burning pieces of skin. Those times are long gone now, but will stay with me forever.

"Are you ready?" the clan master asks me. "Lead the way" I say while I stand. Hopefully this won't be a fatal battle for me, but I will rather die trying that running away.

The things on my backpack are only what I need, everything else I give to people that shows me good intentions. "But this is too expensive!!" they tell me sometimes when I give them items. I can'