Press start, begin the game.Character creation is all the same.Time to wear the standard armorAnd explore the grounds I adore.  Arrive in the kingdom's brandAnd make my way to one of the chestsScattered across the landwhere I store my valuablesTo protect against wild animals.  The environment this far is less than stunning,yet I keep playing for the sake of the story.This is another day I hope to achieve minor glory.  The Clocktower's bell strikes, Marking the start of the work day.The town sparks with life   And I am amazed by the sight.  The commonground fill with the townsfolk,All moving as one creature.Each has a purpose,Each has a place.   Throughout the day, he moves from building to buildingCompleting tasks and questsMaintaining proper demeanorThat I deem the best  This pattern remains constant through the gameplay,And I am starting to become boredUntil I realize something Even more exciting than the endless horde  The ever-changing dialogue between charactersKeeps me captivatedEven if the conversations Seem slightly dated.  With each conversation,My speechcraft increases.My character's ever-growing network of contactsThat never ceases.  As the day comes to an end,It is time to leave the castle grounds.His mind and body wearyFrom the day's endeavors and pounds.  That is enough for day, I think in my head,As he changes clothes, now with pajamas on.He moves wearily and he lays in bedHe close his eyes, eager to respawn.