
by BeeBea134
One moment Wilma was standing in her kitchen preparing cake for her grandchildren, the next she is in a void expected to chose a starting race and other weird stuff, she has only seen on the computer screen of one of the latest games one of her grandsons had played. Still she remembered the lesson he taught her, when he had explained the game to her, advancement and development are crucial. Wilma also doesn't see herself as much of a warrior, she was a historian after all. Equipped with her earthen knowledge and humor, she is dropped in the unforgiving Nahomi Desert, ready to make it her home.
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