Your in-game name = Some peaceful Canadian immigrant from far away lands somewhere from Canada far away.
Your GUID = dunno
Your Seam URL = https://seamcommunity.com/id/mountandbladeislife/
Name of the admin = Yes. It's him again. Ben.
What happened = So. I was just enjoying the game the way I like to play it. Everybody can, right? And so, I wanted to play a piano. But Ben then came and killed me, like if I was some sort of enemy spy. Well, I thought that was only a missclick so I went ahead with my life. I wanted to play on one of my favourite instruments yet again. And who would have guessed? Ben did appear. I begged him not to, but he killed me in most gruesome way while having a grin on his face I won't be able to ever forget. As good christian kid I told him about his wrongdoing and that he should be better. It seemed like he did take these words to heart. So I, yet again, went innocently ahead with life only wanting to enjoy this beautiful world of happiness. But then worst moment of my life came. When playing my piano I was approached by brutal ruffian who cornered me. And then it came. The blow. From him. Right into my back. Oh, the agony. I will never recover from this. But I must with my last breath and heavy heart report this incident, so future generations will have a better life.
When did this happen = 27th of January 2022 somewhen between 22:00 and 23:00
Proof = Dude, trust me.
Additional comments = Well, to understand this incident, one must know the background story. It all began in a land far away in Canada far away from this land. I was born into small and relatively stable rural family. My mother was a teacher at nearby school, she had to know everything as she was one of few people that did educate children from early age almost into maturity. My father was jackass... I meant that he was jack of all trades as well, from lumberjacking, smithing to electroengineering and yet he was a sensitive soul too. He studied arts and literature, although not very deeply or broadly either as he just didn't have much time after hard work. Our family lived happily unaware of perils of the world. I had awesome childhood. I am sorry for those that did not have, I came to conclusion that our ways, although primitive compared to large metropolises, are in a way superior, but about that I shall talk somewhen else. So, and so we lived happy and in sort of ignorance towards outer realms. I would love to talk about childhood and its beauty, but there is a memory that pains me, one that never did heal. We were happy. But then came the man. Benjamin Benedict "Ben" Benson. And life was never same again.
Post scriptum = You've got a typo in template sticky in 'Your Seam URL' in part regarding helping filling in the details. And don't tell me it isn't possible to edit posts. Will that thing hung in there, like forever?
Your GUID = dunno
Your Seam URL = https://seamcommunity.com/id/mountandbladeislife/
Name of the admin = Yes. It's him again. Ben.
What happened = So. I was just enjoying the game the way I like to play it. Everybody can, right? And so, I wanted to play a piano. But Ben then came and killed me, like if I was some sort of enemy spy. Well, I thought that was only a missclick so I went ahead with my life. I wanted to play on one of my favourite instruments yet again. And who would have guessed? Ben did appear. I begged him not to, but he killed me in most gruesome way while having a grin on his face I won't be able to ever forget. As good christian kid I told him about his wrongdoing and that he should be better. It seemed like he did take these words to heart. So I, yet again, went innocently ahead with life only wanting to enjoy this beautiful world of happiness. But then worst moment of my life came. When playing my piano I was approached by brutal ruffian who cornered me. And then it came. The blow. From him. Right into my back. Oh, the agony. I will never recover from this. But I must with my last breath and heavy heart report this incident, so future generations will have a better life.
When did this happen = 27th of January 2022 somewhen between 22:00 and 23:00
Proof = Dude, trust me.
Additional comments = Well, to understand this incident, one must know the background story. It all began in a land far away in Canada far away from this land. I was born into small and relatively stable rural family. My mother was a teacher at nearby school, she had to know everything as she was one of few people that did educate children from early age almost into maturity. My father was jackass... I meant that he was jack of all trades as well, from lumberjacking, smithing to electroengineering and yet he was a sensitive soul too. He studied arts and literature, although not very deeply or broadly either as he just didn't have much time after hard work. Our family lived happily unaware of perils of the world. I had awesome childhood. I am sorry for those that did not have, I came to conclusion that our ways, although primitive compared to large metropolises, are in a way superior, but about that I shall talk somewhen else. So, and so we lived happy and in sort of ignorance towards outer realms. I would love to talk about childhood and its beauty, but there is a memory that pains me, one that never did heal. We were happy. But then came the man. Benjamin Benedict "Ben" Benson. And life was never same again.
Post scriptum = You've got a typo in template sticky in 'Your Seam URL' in part regarding helping filling in the details. And don't tell me it isn't possible to edit posts. Will that thing hung in there, like forever?
