Oppie came from an unstable farm where the ranchers were known for using steroids and black magic to propel young horse's growth. Even still, he came out on top. A proud and strong creature of muscle and majesty. Oppie wanted for not, he lived to be appreciated and to serve. When I bought Oppie, he inspired me to work harder. Though he didn't say much, he was always ready to carry some more ore for me to the Brit Crafter's Guild. He really liked the water fixture there where I'd tell him to stay while I would burn through some ingots. He couldn't get enough apples. Oppie really liked apples.
My friend Oppie was killed when I went to mine a rock that was a little too high above the crafter's guild. All I saw was a Corp Por. My heart skipped a beat before dropping through my stomach as I realized Oppie wasn't going to be coming back with me to the crafter's guild. I take comfort in the fact that I'm sure he didn't feel much, it was instantaneous.
So thanks for carrying my ore, Oppie. You will be remembered.
My friend Oppie was killed when I went to mine a rock that was a little too high above the crafter's guild. All I saw was a Corp Por. My heart skipped a beat before dropping through my stomach as I realized Oppie wasn't going to be coming back with me to the crafter's guild. I take comfort in the fact that I'm sure he didn't feel much, it was instantaneous.
So thanks for carrying my ore, Oppie. You will be remembered.
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