Biako

Three years ago Conquest was released, redefining virtual reality and gaming. 
‘An entire world on a server. Dive in and play the RPG to end all others; explore, create, conquer. LIVE!’ 
It became an overnight phenomena worldwide. 
Dave Ruster grew up without a family to speak of, he had few friends and fewer prospects. He lives in the same small town where he graduated from high school, and works long hours at a low-paying job that barely pays for rent and the food on his table. He can’t afford college, but at least he is not out on the streets. 
His life is going nowhere, stuck on a treadmill. 
Until chance, karma, or providence, call it whatever you believe in, intervenes. Suddenly, David’s circumstances change. 
Injured and unable to work, he’s about to lose what little he has. His fate balances where crisis and opportunity go hand in hand.
He can risk it all, seizing the opportunity to make circumstances work for him, potentially going further and higher than he ever dreamed. Or he can accept his fate and watch life from the sidelines 
Join Dave as he puts all his aspirations and hopes, all that he is, into the game he always wanted to play, Conquest!  
It will be a journey of adventure and discovery, victory and loss, as he strives to create a new future for himself, in-the-game and In Real Life.


**** Story is currently being proofed by our Lord Sambraga! (chapters 54+) so please bear with the mediocre quality of writing in the first chaps, it gets much better later on!****

Rise of The Undead Legion

Dave slammed his great-shield into the earth at an angle then crouched beneath it and activated [Block]. The sky darkened and the storm of black feathers came whistling down, each of them hit with a bang. 


All around him the razor sharp, metallic projectiles struck with the force of machine-gun rounds and sliced through undead flesh and bone with ease. 


Not even the dunlords were spared. They used their outsized claws as shields but still took severe damage despite the heavy chitinous armor.


Fortunately, the Unholy priestess and paladins, the regiment's healers, were far back from the battle zone.


Finally, the deadly black rain ended. Dave popped out from under his shield to survey the damage and assess the butcher's bill.


"Lone!" he shouted. He searched the unmoving figures lying on the ground, trying to find the archer. She had the lowest level in the group and certainly didn't have the HP to survive that kind of feather-storm.


This isn't even my final form!