Maple Story: those things which have been scattered in wind

Maple Story: those things which have been scattered in wind

   Maple story, entered this piece of the land, I was a silly students in the fourth grade primary school. These more than there years, I encountered all kinds of people, met so many things, the porn and alcohol in the world and I also take the maple story, and gradually grew up. And I also earned many maple mesos.

   Now, I will look back on past events, they found that, I lost my previous. My present, I now story, had not that like the former. I did not have in her arms, only asked for the girl. When the sister left, I left her to find the clues, find a glimmer of hope, can be found sister. The last memory I remember, with the loss of that account and all mesos, and from out of my maple story.

   Who am I? I am not who I used to, not is not the. I suddenly found that my past is gone. Even if in the past, I earned many cheap mesos, it is also have no meaning. In order to search for those who remember, I opened a dust laden diary, where I recorded with the sister of cars, where I used to depict the hearts of adventure blueprint for where my memory.

   Watching over the past written by those words, remembered that time I upgrade and earn maplestory mesos time, the theme of the station recorded the bitterness of course I take the story. Fifth grade at that time to write the text can not help people laugh. But that is an indispensable part of, at least the course of my maple story part.

   Now, those even friends, take a walk, has not left it. It only left me alone here. But I think, friends gone, I can not walk and I for them not to take them through the road, expect those close to the dream of the past, I would like to achieve them. When they return to the occasional adventure, a person in the game upgrade and earn a little maple story mesos, I will come to meet them. I use the efforts made to meet.

   All seems to have ended, and there seems to be only just begun. I will continue to depart, in my maple story to continue down the road. Perhaps there is a mandate, is to find those who were scattered by the wind, with the memory chip.