Listening to Soulblight's story enthralled Dymir. He was in the presence of a user nearly four times his age and lived so much more both here and on This Earth. There were so many questions he wanted to ask as he recounted his tale, but they weren’t here for that. It didn’t matter. Legacy players…
My name is Soulblight Godrender. The first is a play on my name outside the Hub, and for short, those who know me in here use the same moniker they did for the same reason. They call me Sol. As with most last names for avatars, Godrender is a title, an old one my party…
With the Hellgate behind them, gravity turned on its axis so that forward was now down. The sensation of falling through a tunnel soon ended as the boundaries expanded into a horizon on all sides. Their descent was slowed so they wouldn’t suffer a death to fall damage but fast enough that it was going…
The Archeodrome was known throughout the realm as a stepping stone in one’s journey from mid-tier to high-level. The monsters were disproportionately scaled the deeper one went, so knowing one’s limits was important. Minotaurs were most common, divided up into clans which controlled different parts of the valley. The mystic faction that controlled the quarry…
From Phage’s office and under the most cloaked of circumstances, Dymir and Phage were whisked by subordinates to a helipad atop the tallest skyscraper the Nation had to offer. High above the map and from a seat in a million-dollar stealth helicopter he beheld the chaos from a bird’s eye view. A series of gliders…
The Hub, that which united the world in a shared space which took none at all. What it did take, however, was energy. While it was young, it was easy to explain how the developers kept the servers going. The swell of users after those initial years promised frequent outages, lag, and a slew of…
The Nation – the zone designed to look most like the outside world, was a crowded mess full of normalcy and strife. Here, those from reality gathered to meet loved ones virtually and exercise a more intimate form of what social media used to be. The capital city in the heart of the zone was…
Of all the Hub’s users, there are few who can spend as much time as they truly want immersed in the experience. Vernon Cray happened to be one of them, but at what was once perceived to be a great cost. During a particularly harsh winter sixteen years earlier, he and his family were caught…
The Hub. Ever-present since its inception. Ever-influential, ever-popular, everlasting. It was all that mattered in a post-internet world, this space with no area, this digital realm cherished by many, taken for granted by many more. Social media brands had been absorbed into its breadth, creating one space for all who want to both speak and…
What a wonderful time to have been born. Old enough to have seen the digital revolution roll over the timeline’s horizon but young enough to feast upon the ripest of its fruit. It took social media almost two decades to settle properly into the mortal lexicon. It was a given, taken for granted, and when…
This Earth: A Fantasy World 