Ok my story is a bit long but I though I could share it with you, since we all have something in common - The UnReal World.

I started playing URW back in 2005. I soon registered it and became addicted. At first I didnt manage very well, I usually died in less than 10 days. Lynxes and Njerpezit were something I just couldn't handle. But soon I became more careful and wiser and could avoid these beasts in the beginning when I had poor equipment and skills. Small games like squirrels and hares provided me with good furs (my hideworking skill was very high so the hides were very valuable B) ) and I traded them to armors and weapons. Soon I had slayed my first Njerpez and bear. At this time, I had taken lots of day-offs from school, my parents were a bit concerned. But I was happy with my primitive life in URW.

With some more trading I became the king of the forest with unbreakable armors and a state-of-the-art swords and crossbows. I slayed every single aggressive beast I came to. I also had 2 dogs to cover my back, they made killing bears and lynxes very easy. I played about 8-12 hours a day.
One day I was, as usual, slaying fruits of nature like the reaper himself. I had just attacked a large village with more than 20 people and my bags were full of meat from Njerpeziläis warriors (I had just raided their camp earlier). The villagers had me surrounded and were kicking and blunting me from every direction. There were children too. I went to berserk mode and just kept slaying them one by one until my mom came to my room and saw what was happening. She read from the screen how I was making "HARD wounds" and how blood was squirting and limbs flying. She got a bit scared and said "you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!" I whistled for a cab and when it came near. The license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air! I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the cabbie 'yo homes smell ya later!' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

heh heh...heh heh heh...snirk..heh heh..snort ;)

I love a surprise ending.

Ah, this reminds me of a character of mine: Aku of the Owl tribe. Slender in frame but swift and agile, Aku eshcewed brute tactics in favor of skill with the bow. Through the forest he ranged hunting and fishing to survive. When attacked by the ancestral foe, the hated Njerpez, he would stand off and sent shaft after winged shaft into the body of his enemy. He became so fine an archer that he could down flying grouse with a single shot.
But famine came to the unreal world, game was scarce, and Aku could barely keep himself fed.
Then one day he was shooting at some food,
When up from the ground came a bubbling crude....
Oil that is,
Texas Tea,
Black Gold.
Well the next thing you know Aku's a millionaire,
The Owl folk said, "'Ku move away from there!"
They said, "Californy is the place you oughta be.",
So he loaded up his bull and he moved to Beverely
Hills that is,
Swimming pools,
Movie Stars

A minute their I thought somebody had posted in my username.
Then I logged in and remembered wich way I spelled it. Which is wrong, by the way.

I spider-sensed the Bel Air in this one

Nice twist ending.