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

"Get us outta here, Spike!" Dave shouted frantically. 


Spike leapt away just before the arachnid queen landed on the ground where he was standing. Her massive bulk shook the earth even through the cushioning of the webs and the detritus of the forest floor. 


The queen dwarfed even Spike's considerable size. Her matte-black exoskeleton absorbed light, making her difficult to see clearly in the dim shadows cast by the phosphorescent eggs. 


She hissed like an angry steam locomotive. Her eight eyes glared at them hatefully from her repulsively alien visage and numerous scythe-like mandibles around her mouth cycled inward, like the spinning blades of an industrial wood-chipper.


Don't Fear The Spider