User:Mallaboro

About Malla

Mallaboro is an insane smith that follows Vynora and lives at Austrialis Gardens. He wants a good reputation for selling cheap smith products. Check him out on the forums here. He made his account around August 2010 but only really started playing April 2011.

Owns the following boats (Parked at Clay Bay)

• Celestial Void
• Old faithful

Owns the following merchants (Parked at Freedom Market)

• Merchant_Austrialis

Locations Lived

• 9.8.10 - Tyrian Bay
• 16.5.11 - Austrialis Gardens (present)

Titles Achieved

Title Name	Date Obtained
Digger	22.5.11
Miner	20.6.11
Handyman	23.6.11
Blacksmith	18.7.11
Trollslayer	26.7.11

Path of Insanity

Mallaboro joined the path of Insanity on the June 11th, 2011. @(00:00:37 Day of Luck in Week 3 of the Starfall of Digging in the year 1015).

Path Title	Date Obtained
Uninitiate	11.6.11
Initiate	11.6.11
Disturbed	12.6.11
Crazed	15.6.11
Deranged	25.6.11
Sicko	11.7.11

The insanity diary

[b]Day 1. 4:30. Day of the Ant, week 1 of bear's starfall.[/b] [u]Pins and Needles[/u]

I decided to leave my home to go someplace else. I wont care about Deliverance until I get there safe and sound. Anywhere suitable is good still suitable. When I left my home I removed my writ, settlement and merchant, and told to my friends to enjoy the items I left them.

I'm on my last day of subscription. It would be nice to get to Deliverance before the time is up, but anywhere 'homey' will do just fine.

I started my journey by sailing south of the Freedom market to Triton. I knew this would be the last time I'd be along side water until I meet Tranquility bay. Already I was met with regret. The regret of not bringing any water containers with me. I personally hate Triton because he complains a lot about 'noobies' on the forums and builds his village at the start of where all 'noobies' spawn. If he didn't want to put up with them he shouldn't have built near them. Entering the cave leading to mystery glave I began to hear the sound of gushing wind. Startled by scorpian and human corpses in the pitch black cave. Appreciation grew over time to the people who mined out caves and canals, and to the people who build wells and roads. It was then that my deed had finally vanished and I was met by the peaceful melody. The sun once more had risen and all was beautiful. The horizon was once more green