Marco Polo... does that ring a bell?
It must not ring a big bell because all people think of when they hear Marco Polo is the game. What is the point of the game anyways? The fact that I was gone so long you couldn't find me? Well I'll have you know, being gone wasn't all fun and games for me; sometimes I kind of wish you guys playing the game did find me.
Anyways back to me being gone for so long. I didn't know any better, I was kind of under the influence. Not like that... Most of my childhood I spent parentless in Venice, Italy. My mother died when I was young, and my father and uncle were out traveling the world and meeting new people. By the time my father and uncle returned I was 15, the year was 1269. That also the first time they meet me in person. As soon as they came back they made plans to go back and travel some more... except this time, they took me along with them.
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