The Darkfall Chronicles

A lesson in manners, rudeness, and the improper way of things

1:30 AM…1:31 AM…1:32 AM… 1:33 AM…

Hitting the F5 key on my Zboard for what I can only imagine to be the seven thousand, four hundred and sixty ninth time; I let forth a sigh of raw depression as the page begins to load once more, revealing yet again the same lifeless pane as it had every other time I had done so these past eighteen hours.

1:37 AM… 1:38 AM… 1:39 AM … 1:40 AM…

In an attempt to escape the monotony I entered once more into the forums, an infinite abyss of human deprivation and indecency; a place where deformed versions of the English language ran rampant amongst a race of creatures that were oblivious to their very existence. Wading through the unforgiving trenches in the search of information, I quickly came to my senses, and escaped back to the entrance. I hit the F5 key again.

1:48 AM… 1:49 AM… 1:50AM… 1:51 AM…

Thinking back to a message I read a day earlier—containing the second last piece to my unfinished puzzle—I decided to read it once more in the