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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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191 Chs

Pulling out/Pushing forth

"Commence a full withdrawal," Marvin ordered as soon as he reached the temporary underground facility. 

"Yes, sir!" In the dugout cave, no one hesitated even for a second. As soon as the order was given, Marvin's family rushed into action. 

"I will get the cables out!" Someone shouted, rushing towards the hole in the metallic dome. 

"I will cover our tracks!" Someone else announced while rushing to the corner of the cave where all the tools were kept. 

"I need three more to help with pressurizing the barrier!" One of the older men and a chief engineer of the operation shouted, moving out before anyone could react to his words. 

"Will that be really necessary?" Marvin grabbed the old man's arm before he could leave for the crossing site. "If we pressurize the rift, he won't be able to get back to us once he returns," he said, looking intently in the man's eye.