id: 377
name: A merchant named Anon.
author: Kachel
date: 21st May 2021
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A merchant named Anon.

Introduction.
I started out like everyone else, shit hit the fan and the portals came, countless of people were killed but I like others saw a new frontier, the next step for mankind.
I stepped into the portals with guns and dreams. It was great I had the time of my life, killing fantasy creatures, looting dungeons, and seeing all the different races, however that dreamlike adventure was not to last. At first the locals were friendly and helpful after all, we were protecting them better than their own governments, then the ammo started to dry up and /k/ommando’s started to get abducted for their knowledge. Those poor bastards, only the /k/ube knows what they had to endure. 
As more stable portals were discovered governments around the world started to enforce stricter regulations on what you could and could not bring. People tried to smuggle goods thru non stable portals that occasionally appear, but they weren’t heard from most of the time. I was one of the few got lucky the battles I had to endure were horrible, but apparently some people are gifted with the sight to see where portals end up, and I am one of those lucky few. 
Here’s my story on becoming a merchant.