Descriptive Writing The Minotaur

I can hear it.

The stomping hooves of the minotaur closing in on me. I slip into a dark corner of the stone labyrinth, waiting for my prey. I have spent the better part of an hour fighting this monster down here, and my constant hit and run tactics has put a toll on my remaining health and stamina points. Fortunately, the Minotaur himself is near death.

It won’t be long now.

The first half of the fight was a cakewalk. The large mass of muscles moves slowly, and his senses are dull. I hit his weak points frequently, slicing the tendons in his ankles and neck. His racial passive [Enraged] kicked in the moment he reached thirty percent health.

I have been running ever since. Throwing the occasional caltrop behind me or taking potshots with

Adventurous players and boisterous NPC merchants filled the streets as loud cheers and laughs could be heard for miles away. The current state of the city is quite the opposite. It reminds me more of a ghost town.

I stop in front of a rundown tavern. Its doors are nailed shut. The wooden walls could need some paint and a few glass windows are broken. I let my fingers glide along a dusty plank barring the door.

This used to be my favorite tavern. I met my first friend in this place, and many of my best adventures started here. Now it’s closed for business, like most player frequented establishments.

This game is dying.

Yggdrasil Online used to be the most popular Virtual Reality Massive Multiplayer Online game, or VRMMO for short. Tens of millions of players once called this game home, but now it’s only a shell of its former self. Only a couple thousand players log in every day now, whereas most migrated to newer and better games. Nobody cares about this relic. The game was one of the first of its kind to hit the markets. Players rejoiced at the realistic scenery and splendid gameplay. But like most games, newer and better games were eventually made and the masses moved