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New Eden: Live to Play, Play to Live

In a world of constant competition, one man aims for the top. In this new genre VRMMORPG, he plans on becoming the strongest at all costs. The classes, the races, the starting zones, everything is a mystery in 'New Eden'. This game is coming out without a shred of details. The only thing that was promoted was the freedom of skill choosing. Our protagonist Alexander, gamer tag Astaroth, has always dreamt of becoming an E-Sports athlete. His parents supported his dream, but they are no longer of this world. He fully intends on making it in this new game, if not for him, then at least to honor their memory. With no idea how he wants to play his character, Alexander chooses the most mysterious starting race. Will this be his road to success or his downfall? The game assistant certainly thought the latter. "Do as you wish, young adventurer. I only wish to add this. Do not come back with complaints when you realize you have made the wrong choice," the elf said, looking at him with clear hatred. "We will see about that," Alexander flatly replied. "I love challenges," he added. "Very well!" the elf harrumphed. "Have the adventure of your lifetime, as short as it will last," he sarcastically added. Ahead of him lies an uncertain path, filled with trials and hardships. But one thing is clear in his eyes. He will become the strongest player in the game, even if he must step over mountains of corpses to do so. Over are his days of working hard for nothing, it's make or break now! I now have a discord where you can talk with other readers and me. There are also channels to discuss new weapons; characters; classes; or monsters that you might want to design and see incorporated in the story. I will always give credit to the person that created said thing, rest assured. The link is https://discord.gg/68kPqbSFrN

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Surprise Surprise!

***Back to Astaroth, falling into darkness***

"YEEEEEEHAAAAAHHHHHH!" Astaroth shouted, as he was free falling into the darkness of the pit.

The feeling of falling like this felt quite exhilarating.

He guessed this was how parachutists felt as they dived, before opening their chutes. Of course, he had no parachute, but he was not worried.

He had faith that he would survive this fall. Meanwhile, the others falling with him had already started finding their own solutions.

The druid had used magic to grow a gigantic dandelion in his hands. The dandelion was in the seeding phase of its growth, so its head was white and fluffy.

The multiple white strands caught the wind of the downfall, reducing his falling speed to a very much survivable level. Astaroth zoomed past him, as I'die slowed down.

Next, he flipped on his back, to see how the others were faring. The redhead, Phoenix, had pulled out a leather tarp with two handles.