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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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Heritage

"Aah!" Faunaris tightened its hold over Tom's spear before pulling it out in a single jerk of its hand. It then looked at Tom's face with a weird look. 

"You want your spear back?" it asked, dumbfounded by Tom's straightforward request. 

"Yeah," Tom nodded his head, tears starting to come out of his eyes. He reached his hand out, hanging it out just a few inches away from the handle of the spear. 

For a moment, nothing happened. 

Faunaris was too puzzled by Tom's change in attitude to react. Tom didn't dare to make any hasty moves, in fear of his plan, his only way out of the situation to break apart. 

"You managed to land a hit on me," Faunaris said, turning its lips into a thin line. It then closed its eyes as a whole plethora of different emotions raced on his face. "It appears I lost the bet..." it said, keeping its eyes closed as it clearly fought back with its emotions.