thirty thousand penniesthirty thousand penniesthirty thousand pennies by ~divby0
could turn my life around,
give me something to hold onto,
not flounder without a sound.
thirty thousand pennies
from thirty thousand friends...
I could hone my magic,
and finally contend.
thirty thousand pennies,
once every week...
I can live on that little money
never even blink.
those thirty thousand pennies--
better than the thirty-five
that I earn in retail
just to stay alive.
thirty thousand pennies:
so cheap is my soul.
drop your copper in the bucket
and I'll make sure you feel whole.
Satis the Good Enough - S01E01I walked into the light with no trepidation: the crowds had already carried off their heroes, each bearing their trophies and winnings, while I stood waiting in the dungeon's foyer.Satis the Good Enough - S01E01 by ~divby0
I didn't have the broad shoulders of a conquerer, or the reflexes of the swordsman, or even the precision of the archer. I certainly didn't have the ingrained abilities of any mage. No, I had nothing to set me aside from the crowd, besides the fact that I avoided crowds at all costs.
I was Satis, the Good Enough. (Yes, I know that's repetitive.)
If you look back on those days of Alpha and Beta testing, you won't find me. Nay, even if you fast forward through the primary rush of the initial public release, you will not see me (unless someone steals my name, again).
Who would want to steal this name? All who play want to be the best, the top of the world, all who try dream of being The Best. Except me. I heard the music, knew the tune, and could hum a few bars (though they were hopelessly off key). I'd been t