Back in the day, I used to be a very shy, young boy, whose main goals were to take care of my family's farmsteed, and help arround our ranch, living the good old life in the west. Life was peaceful, calm and stress-free, and I loved it. I was pretty young back then, I was curious about the world, but scared of it at the same time, and that ranch was the only place where I felt safe.
It all went well, until one rainy afternoon a very old, gray-haired gentleman came by bearing gifts of the east. Thou I was suspicious of the old man's atitude, my curiosity got the best of me and I felt compeled to take a look at his wares.
Amist all the garbage, copper and silk, I found a goblet made of a very strange material, a material made of a reddish "metal" that seemed to be forged in the forges of Hell itself, but the texture, weight and reflexes were nothing like the one's I had ever seen in any metal, although I assumed this was because of my little knowing of the world's miracles outside my humble ranch. I asked the old gentleman "Sir, in the name of all that's sacred please reveal to me what this object is!".
The frail old sire looked me in the eyes, I could see his faint blue eyes, revealing that the man hed been trough much more in his life than I could ever imagine. In my antecipation, I heard the man whisper... "It's plastic, where the f*ck have you been living man?".
A few years later I bought a pc and found out about RO online.