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Foreword

Throughout my playtime, I have written many logs and texts giving insight into my character and history. In my early months during the founding of Ink, I created my first journal, which was intended to serve as full documentation for my time.

Unfortunately, as that original journal wore out its use, and as I continue to write my journals now, I have realised that they show the full summation of my history and beliefs.

As such, I have taken it upon myself to write this.

You may consider this to be an autobiography of sorts, my completed history as I have viewed it.

My emotions, actions, and reality, scribed onto page. So now, Reader, I welcome you to my story.

Acknowledgments

For Iron_Voltage, a true friend.

Tundra and Desert

Let us begin with this.

Those who know me and might idealise my personality would likely be disappointed by my beginnings.

I first spawned somewhere in the Oceanic Continent, in the arid savannah, along the slope of a steep mountain or hill.

The culture of the server was quite oppressive. I did not know anyone, and there were so many voices speaking at the same time that my place seemed murky.

I certainly did not know where I fit into the community, and as such, left within my first five minutes of being on Atlas. A very anticlimactic entry to say the least.

By the next week, I had rejoined the server motivated to find my place.

I asked for a town to join, and was promptly invited.

My new mayor would give me a tour around the remote castle within which he lived.

The structure itself was located in the middle of the Antarctican plains, empty for miles around.

Here I would make my home.

Looking back on it, I do not remember the name of my mayor, or of his town, we were both still new to the server, and both finding our places.

It was discouraging then when my mayor would go inactive within the next week, and I had to join the small desert town of Belume. This town was a stark contrast from my previous.

Instead of endless isolating white plains, there was sand and sea.

My new mayor was a player named donmad. Described in as few words I can put it, donmad was a person who dreamed of running a booming town, but he was also a person who lacked the skills to fulfill his ambitions.

Though not without reason, on my first day, I successfully turned the residents of Belume against donmad, and hosted the peoples' rebellion.

Donmad had unfortunately failed to provide us the proper materials to progress, so now our demands were simple, a mine for stone, and a people's tree farm for wood. Once he obliged us, we built our homes and lives.

I then had to consider the question of what I wanted to do on the server.

Living along the Mediterranean coast in Belume had pulled me into the ink sac trade.

It was around then that I began to get into books. I would write my first book, Tundra and Desert, in the small study tower of my sandstone house.

My place in Belume had been found, and I eventually stretched my branches out to more national issues; The German Empire had just bought out our very own Italian Empire.

The German Era

After the purchasing of the Italian Empire, and against the betrayal of Italy's monarch, we became more aware of the global crisis that was moust4che2's German Empire, and so Belume prepared for war as citizens of the Republica Venetia.

Finding my place, I would speak to one of the more important military members of the Republic.

Asking for a role as a spy, and I soon saw an opportunity to prove myself to the nation; The German Empire was going to be filming a propaganda video, and so I joined as an actor.

I believed that if I were to join the video, I could embarrass Germany by later revealing that they had let their enemies into the propaganda ruining the message's display of power and dominance.

But it was more fun than I expected. Ironically after the filming was finished and I was paid in a stack of gold, I saw an opportunity for more money, then quickly revealed myself as a member of Belume, joined The German Empire, and moved to Tuetonic_Order, run by Naltz113.

It was there that I would set myself up as a librarian, founding The Grand Library of Prussia, which attempted to collect books from around the world for public viewing.

My first month on the server would end on the notes of my new profession and home.

Teutonic_Order would later have its name changed to Prussia, and it would become one of the most important steps in my journey.

Some weeks later, Germany was advancing in power, and I would have a brief stint in the newly reformed United Nations, creating and managing the Documentation branch of the UN, and later securing myself a spot on the Security Council.

Then as tensions began rising, Naltz stepped down from his position, and I was nationally declared the mayor of Prussia.

The leadership of Prussia was likely one of my greatest failings.

Inexperienced as I was to the server, I had very little clue on how to manage, or recruit members into a town.

Then during the final weeks of The German Empire, moust4che2, The High Leader of Germany that he was, would be banned.

He was the thread that had held everything together.

Moust4che2 was our steady guiding hand, who brought stability as the nation fought against the entire world.

Without him, many towns quickly left.

I would be one of the last to leave, personally praised by him for my loyalty to The Empire.

My betrayal of his trusts would be one of my greatest regrets.

I moved Prussia to Scandinavia, after having become good friends with AkselHolmsted, a fellow curator of history.

Outraged by my betrayal, moust would call Naltz back to take hold of Prussia.

I might have been able to hurt moust, but I couldn't take what was Naltz's.

I reclaimed everything that was mine.

Returning Prussia to its rightful owner.

The Archive

I destroyed the Library itself, ripping out the foundations, floors, walls, and stories until there was nothing.

All I left for Naltz was the poem I had written on Christmas Eve.

It had been created when Germany was stable.

When I had played carols on the Achordium with my neighbors, wishing my friends happiness.

I kept the book moust wrote to me, praising my loyalty.

Then I left the server to get away from it all.

One week later on January 24th, I would found The Archives.

On February 19th moust4che2 would write his final speech to the German Empire ending his reign.

By then I was tired. I was sick of how much everything had taken out of me.

I founded Ink, to be a place of knowledge separate from the world, isolated from every nation, so that anyone in any nation could learn, unhindered by politics and strife.

It would be a place where anyone could go to, regardless of affiliation.

Designed to fix all of the things that made me leave Germany.

The following month would be Ink's golden age as the server shifted from war to remembrance.

During that time I would meet the leaders of nations, new players who were interested in the writings of Ink, and old players who had stories to share. With the fall of The German Empire, the world changed, time slowed, and new nations would take power.

Thus began the rise and fall of new nations. And so the world sits in idle peace, and I attempt to remember the old writings and fallen players.

So here I sit, down below, speaking with new friends and old friends, remembering what was, and writing about what is.

To those who come after me; By the time my grave is filled and I have left my final writ, know that I write it, and everything for you.

Thank You.