Nik_Ivannikov

Once upon a time, there lived an ordinary man. He lived among us, maybe some of you even knew him. And then he died. 
Explosive rounds shot to the chest aren't very good for your health. His body was buried, his brain preserved. Three centuries have passed. 
Our descendants discovered the old refrigerator with the brains of their ancestors, took our hero out of the ice, digitizing his persona, and implanting him into a videogame.
Little did they know that they fulfilled the terms of a contract to their demise. Because Fidex doesn't intend to spend an eternity in this digital playground even if though there's no difference from the real world.
But the only way he can return to reality is to become а God in the game. And so our hero sets foot on the Path of the Gods, ignoring the facts that he is followed by a walking nightmare named FreakHead, that the skies mock his every step and that anyone who looks upon him sees the title "Bringer of Chaos."

Hazardous Debugging: Reanimation

The acacia with the broken branch and an acid stain spread across the trunk began to move. Creaking loudly it leaned first to one side, then to another, tearing its roots from the earth. Once free, it began to crawl, leaving a trail of hoed soil. It was dead. The sun no longer gave it life, nor did water run through its fibers. Its leaves were rapidly withering away. But something else, dark and ancient now replaced life for the Ent. There wasn't much time left. The Pain tore at it's every cell with the ferocity of wildfire. The Command forced it from its place of birth. The Hatred for its Maker, who forced it to continue to exist in a dead body. One of the roots lashed out, snatched a clumsy hare, and threw it into the darkness of its burnt maw. New juices streamed through the tree's capillaries, and the Pain faded for a moment. The tree kept crawling East.


Excursus II