Vernon took a day off from the Hub to rest, but also to wait out Phage’s user. Clearly wherever she went next was somewhere she wanted to go alone. He slept well past what he thought he would and felt great. The day would start with a workout including a longer run, then it was…
Post Game + 6-2: Excitable Berserker
The Hub, while populated with millions of NPCs, allowed every one of them have a life that started with a script and usually stuck to it. There were times, due to the dynamic nature of the digital realm, when a certain interaction with a user-based circumstance changes one of their kind in a way that…
Post Game + 6-1: Glass Cannon
Phage left her instance of the archmage’s tower in absolute ruin and stood admiring the smouldering rubble. The wealth of pyromancy skills surged throughout her body as the data finished integration. She changed her primary class from ranger to elementalist to access a deeper mana pool and more damage bonuses, but the ranger skills acquired…
Post Game + 5-3: Selective Bleeding
Vernon spent the next few days in a fog of confusion and joy. Through the Hub’s messaging service, he and Phage were able to stay in touch. They kept their conversations on the most private of modes, where every interaction was shortly deleted after it was read. The last thing either of them wanted was…
Post Game + Part 5-2: Too Real
Whoever or whatever Phage was in the real world, it required attention. She left Vernon a message telling him she would be logged out for a few days and that she’d contact him when she was back. He had since taken the first day off to visit some friends and family on a perfect Saturday,…
Post Game + 5-1: Crafting Perfectionist
This party had a lot of promise. Their tanks were formidable, their healer was capable and their long-range members were making it rain fire and arrows. Reya Duskbane, otherwise known as the Blackest Knight, laid under her massive shield, letting the warped face devour the falling elements. When she stood again, the consumed attacks were…
Post Game + 4-3: The Blackest Knight
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…
Post Game + 4-2: Kinetic Force, Soulblight
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…
Post Game + 4-1: Across the Rubicon
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…
Post Game + 3-3: Boss Fight
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…
This Earth: A Fantasy World 