So, when I joined this game, I was told a few things. First. I get to pick my own armor. Sweet. SECOND, I get to pick my own color. ALSO SWEET. So when making a new character, I decide to pick a color the complements my armor nicely. Now, I'm pimped out. Ready to take on the god damn world.

Fast forward, few weeks later. I see all these cool dudes, running around with halos, fire and all sorts of stuff on them. AND I'M LIKE. OH MAN. Slowly I realize that half the reason those things are so cool is because their owners have wisely chosen personal colors that complement the sets. Red, blue, hell even sometimes green is okay.

INFINITE DESPAIR. I did not know about this! I did not realize such slight maneuvers in the pre-game would have such dire consequences! Now I cannot properly enjoy this game! I will always feel that twang of regret. Wearing The regalia of the Red Rose, my feather stands as a symbol of my disgust. My torment. It signifies all that I have done wrong in this game. For such a solid standing as a player, decked out with some sweet "4-star" gear, one would think I would be pleased. Not the case, as I have clearly stated. My time here is lackluster now. But you shall know me by my hatred, for like bulls it has it's own color. The color? Orange.

hello, my name is stock.