Welcome, patrons of the elements. Nearly three dozen champions from eight different worlds have been selected to fight on your behalf. Come claim your power and your champion, and help to weave this tale. Any element, no matter how strange, may be picked. When you wish, you may declare any currently known characters to be your champion, and this individual will be blessed with powers appropriate to the element you are the patron of. Beware of making your choices too rashly, as you may not alter your decisions later on, and if your champion perishes then so do your powers. No two patrons may share a power or a champion.
Now I, Syndic, claim the power of Author, and grant the power of Illustrator to Moargun.
For each of our prospective champions, you will witness the story as it unfolds from their own eyes, and influence them with your powers. Come now ye patrons, sit, and declare the element which you represent. First we visit the mind of a young human, our first of many…
Your name is Rick Foster. You are an eighteen year old hipster with an interest in internet culture and online games. Today is April 20th, a special day to any delinquent your age, and you have purchased a poster and ‘supplies’ to commemorate the occasion. Your Crapple Jacbook laptop sits open on your bed, begging for your attention. Your ‘yolo pipe’ is also beckoning, along with a number of other inanimate objects you could interact with. Not knowing which route to choose, you stand around smiling like a doofus.
What dost thou do?