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Dungeons Online

"Hello, sir. Are you cashing out or leveling up?" Dungeons Online was the first game that cracked the system. Let nerds earn by nerding, and they will nerd forever. And Dungeons Online did just that. Noobs turned into middle-class workers. Pro-players turned into celebrities and multi-millionaires. And there was Tom. Likely, the only top ranker that lived off the scraps and cat-food. A courtesy of his father that went and disappeared, leaving Tom with just enough money to survive until his graduation. Until the day where the option of cashing out would appear. Dungeons Online. A game where developers never shared a single bit of information. A game where the death of one's avatar is permanent. A game that can turn a beggar into a lord just as quickly as turning a celebrity into nobody. But where does all this money comes from? How is it connected to the unnatural disaster that all governments across the world buried any information off? And how is this all connected to Tom's missing father?

MotivatedSloth · Games
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Gathering in the tunnel

"Is everything ready?" Tom turned his face towards Marvin as soon as he entered the tunnel. 

"Not yet," the young man replied with a slight frown. "Gathering everything of use can take time, you know?" he threw before resting his back against the rough surface of the dugout. 

"I didn't ask to imply blaming you," Tom muttered before shaking his head. "Well, it doesn't matter if it will happen a few minutes later or earlier," he added, turning his eyes towards the depths of the hole.

'It was a pain to come this way,' Tom thought, recalling the events he had to go through once emerging from the dungeon. 

'Not only did I have to fight with that girl again, not only I had to somehow sneak out from the middle of the most important place of the entire damned online hub, but I even had to dig half of the tunnel away with my very hands,' he thought, allowing the anger caused by all those troubles to take over his thoughts for a moment.