Finally out of the cold and back into the soft warm glow of my lcd monitor. I sat down a few weeks back for a nice session of gaming on Runes of Magic where I found myself saying, "Hey this isn't half bad". I mean sure it has many similarities to WoW and other games but it mixes them together well in an enjoyable way. 

So I'm off finishing quests, running around, and generally having fun with my friends when I suddenly find myself in the first large city of the Runes of Magic Gold game. The city itself is well designed, it’s visually aesthetic but it almost feels too large. It's got that sort of ghost town feel to it. This will undoubtedly change as the player base grows though.

Anyways I decided to walk around and talk to the npc's. In my experience talking to random npc's can sometimes be fun; you never know what you're going to get. I wasn't prepared for what I stumbled into though. Sometimes dialogue gets lost in translation, sometimes its translated so bad that it's funny, and then sometimes... you run into something new.

I laughed it off at first, but I soon realized the truth. This was a city of broken dreams... a place of npc-child abuse and neglect. I mean usually you wait until they are teenagers to completely crush their hopes, dreams, and emotionally scar them.

Let’s take little Wooluis for example.
 

He's been standing outside, rain and shine, crying his eyes out for days. None of the other npc's even bat an eye at this. The Runes of Magic Gold guards pass by cold an emotionless as if its perfectly normal. The poor kid is just begging to be let back inside.
 

It seems everywhere you look there are children being abandoned and cast out onto the streets to fend for themselves.