He went by the name Dzjango, and the server was Rallos Zek. He knew it was a PvP (player vs. player) server, but that didn't stop him...the young barbarian warrior entered the world of Norrath with confidence in his RPG abilities. Anything this world could throw at him would be a cinch...

...he was dead wrong.

After nearly three months of adventuring and exploring the world of Norrath in a game called EverQuest, Dzjango had only reached level 9. Yes...that is pathetic, but family emergencies (namely...a wedding) had taken the symbol of freedom and exploration away from the land he loved so much......and it came to a point when the young hero said "Screw this, man," and decided to leave.

Dzjango removed his mask and exposed the hidden face of a man known to millions as Nathan Bridger, the once captain of the super-submarine seaQuest DSV. Bridger was a slider...traveling from world to world with a timer that Conrad Bennish Jr. had made from the vo-corder Lucas Wolenczak had originally made to talk to Bridger's pet dolphin, Darwin.

Bridger wanted to move on, but the timer wouldn't hit zero for another 4 months (he'd paid for the six-month plan...and the first month was free). He was stuck. He could either activate the timer early, thus corrupting all of the data on his vo-corder timer, or spend the next 4 months fighting off PKs (player killers) and woolly mammoths (he'd landed in the winter city of Halas).

Bridger, disguised as Dzjango, went to the pub in Halas to think about what he should do. Leave when the timer hit zero, or leave now? For a long while he sat and contemplated it, only to be interrupted by a woman.

"Hail, Dzjango!" the human ranger said.

"Oh! Hail, Reina!" Bridger said in his Norrathian tongue.

"You know, Jang, we haven't been hunting in some time...and ye look troubled. Mayhap we should go hunting for mammoth calves together." the woman said.

"Oh...thanks, but I think I'm going to be leaving Halas soon." Bridger said, unconcerned about his friend.

"Ye don't say? Where will ye go? Surely ye don't plan on going to Kunark, the land of the Iksar (lizardmen)? Ye'd never make it back alive, methinks!"

"No no...it isn't anything like that. I just don't want to be in Halas anymore. I'm ready to move on." Bridger said.

"Then where're ye going, eh?" Reina asked.

"Sorry, Rei," Bridger said, "but I can't tell you where I'm going. I don't think you'd understand."

"Aye...t'was somethin' I did."

"Oh...no Rei. It's not you...I'm just sick of everything here. I'm ready to go."

"Dzjango, all ye had to do was say somethin' t'me! I did nay ev'r mean to scare ye or make ye feel uncomfortable! I'm...I'm sorry!" Reina said, crying. "I'll...I'll leave ye alone." she said, running out the door.

"Damnit...the women on this world are insane!" Bridger said under his breath, as he hurried out the door to find Reina.

He rushed out the door, and he saw Reina heading towards the docks...she was heading towards the lake. Bridger ran as fast as he could after her. His legs were pumping...he'd almost caught up with her, but she'd already jumped into the lake, and began swimming to the other side. She was heading towards Everfrost Peaks...a mountain range that existed beyond the vast lake of Halas. Bridger strapped his tarnished two-handed sword to his back, and jumped into the icy waters, trying desperately to catch up with his friend.

When he reached the other side, he jumped out of the water, and looked up only to see Reina's image for a second as it vanished into the mountains.

"Damn her!" Bridger shouted. "Why am I even doing this? I could just leave right now and not even think twice about it!" he said...but he knew that wasn't true. As much as he wanted to leave the world of Norrath, he cared for Reina, and didn't want to leave without first putting right what he had upset.

He had a fairly good idea of where she was going. Ever since he'd slid into Halas, he'd known Reina. They used to go hunting together along the south side of the mountain's wall. If she were going somewhere to cry, especially over him, she would probably go there. There was a problem though. It wasn't safe to go outside of the mountains alone. PKs were lurking about in the tundra, and ever step Bridger took out there was a risk he took of being killed, but none of this mattered to Bridger. He had to find Reina. After all, he thought, he was only soloing for a little while...what could possibly happen in that short amount of time?

Bridger made his way to the south wall, and when he finally got there, he saw something that would quite probably affect him for the rest of his life.

"Please! Stop! I'll give you my money!!!" Reina shouted at the PK who was beating her body, but it didn't matter to him. PKs were a funny bunch. Sure, they liked looting the money off of people's corpses, but the thrill of killing another player was exciting to them...and it was part of the game. The PK's two-handed axe swung down, and with one final blow, split Reina's skull in two. The PK removed his axe from his victim's head, and licked the blood off of the razor sharp edge.

"You....." Bridger said, barely audible, but his voice grew louder, "You...you son of a BITCH!!!!" he wailed, as he drew the two-handed sword from the scabbard fastened to armour. "I'LL KILL YOU!!! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU MURDERING BASTARD!!!"

The player killer looked at Bridger, and froze.

Bridger's eyes narrowed, he grit his teeth, and with a violent hatred, ran at the PK with his sword in an attack posture. Bridger had grown up in a world that was mostly good. His homeworld wasn't perfect, but his parents had taught him what he knew...his manners, his morals...everything about Bridger was good, but this...Bridger snapped. The primal urge to beat an opponent to a bloody death surfaced in him. It was strong...so strong, it made a once sane man lose any inhibition that might have otherwise stopped him from attacking another person with malice. Bridger was gone, buried deep within the mind of this madman; he was now Dzjango, the barbarian warrior in a berserker frenzy. The bloodthirsty animal ran at Reina's murderer.

Dzjango's blade was aimed true, and the cut it made was as clean as it was brutal. The sword had struck the PK's throat, and it struck with such force that it was as if Dzjango's blade had never even touched solid matter. It had gone right through the neck of the man. The PK's head fell to the ground, followed by his body; only after an uncomfortably long period of time did it start to bleed.

Dzjango looked at what he had done. It felt good...really good. His primal urge was satisfied, and with that, the man known as Bridger, the ethical person that Bridger was flowed back into the mind of the man that stood on his feet there at the south wall. Bridger looked around, not knowing what he had done. He saw the dead bodies, the sword in his hand, the blood on his blade, and the head on the ground. It registered in Bridger's mind...he had taken the life of another man.

"Oh no...." Bridger whispered, "God....what have I done?" he sobbed, and fell to his knees. His fingers slid through his hair; he began to cry. "What have I done!?"

Then, from behind him....a sharp, stinging pain in his back. Bridger looked down to see the tip of a dagger poking out of his chest.

The blade belonged to another player killer that had been watching the whole scene from afar. The PK didn't say a word, but Bridger pieced it together in the time he had remaining. The second PK had avenged his comrade's death...that had to have been it. Bridger looked around to see a man with a white beard and shiny steel armor taking the money Bridger kept in his pouch. The PK dug around in his pouch a little more, and then found something interesting...an item? A relic Bridger had found? The PK's hand left the sack, and in it....the vo-corder timer. The PK had looted Bridger's equipment, and had stolen not only his Platinum, but the timer. Barely did Bridger see this though, before his eyes closed, and the feeling of despair and sorrow overtook his body....this was the feeling of death.

"Excuse me, sir. My name is Natha....er....Dzjango. My name is Dzjango."

"Bonn McMarrin," the guard said as he looked at Bridger amiably, "pleased to meet you."

"Likewise. Say, I was wondering if you could fill me in on something." Bridger said.

"What do you need?"

"Well, I...I...I think I died just a second ago, but now I'm right here, and I feel fine. What's going on?"

"Well, Dzjango," Bonn said, "The Gods of Norrath believe in giving people second chances...and so here you stand, but you must go quickly, Dzjango. You must go retrieve your corpse before it is too late."

"Oh...." Bridger said, not fully understanding what he'd just been told, "that was the biggest crock of crap I've ever heard. Thanks for nothing, chump."

The guard beat Bridger's ass.

After Bridger regained his health and mana, he set out on a quest to regain the equipment that was left on his corpse, and then it hit him. Had the PK stolen the timer? Bridger ran to the south wall to find his corpse still there. He dug around in his pack, frantically searching for the timer...but to no avail. It wasn't there. He would have cussed, but he knew that the EverQuest chat filters wouldn't let him, so he just kicked the snow, grabbed the gear he had left, and....well....left.

.....screw it. I'm tired of writing this crap. Ok...let me finish up right quick.

To make a long story short, Bridger got his equipment and went to find the PK, only to find out that it was actually his arch-nemesis David Peckinpah dressed up in EverQuest gear. Bridger beat the holy Hanna out of him, took the timer, and slid. THE END.