Bexonwx

Have you ever wondered in games, "Why are the characters doing all of this?" Most games tell you this straight forwardly, but what about games that are elusive about their stories?
  
In the year 2XXX, a new game, known as Battle Master Online, is out and the whole world is playing it.... well all except for 9 year old Nynn Denson who had lost his father 1 year prior to the release of the game, leaving his mother in almost irreversible depression. As such Nynn sought out to find a way to lift back her spirit, only to stumble upon BMO a pc Battle Simulation Adventure Game. Upon finding, it and looking into it, he found a group called the Lore Hunters and got drawn to the idea of a hidden ending to "the game with no end". Seven years later and Nynn through many hardships had finally gotten the game, only now it's a VMMORPG and with more lore than ever. With thoughts of adventuring with his mother and hunting for lore at the forefront of his mind, he was ready for his adventure.

But problems started to arise as a mass hacking in the background thwarts all of his plans by sub-controlling his actions and getting him and some random players roped up in a tech uprising... with nothing but a shield??!!!

Will he be be able to see the ending, or will the trials ahead be too much for our young Battle Master!  


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Battle Master Online (The Tales Of The Shield Knight)

My eyes fluttered open and the familiar sensation of entering this digital space entwined me. I look around the space I was in, a damp and musky room, covered in roots. Small floating balls of dust sprinkled around the air dimly lit the dwelling. Nothing in the name of furniture existed, save for a worn out cloth of a rug laying on the root covered floor and two dirt mounds.


On one of those dirt mounds, a figure in a cloak laid hunched over. 


"You're late." He replied, lifting his head up to show his face. His avatar's elven features had a very strange look to them. His eyes looked tired, his jaw clenched, his face whitewash pale, and his brow was creased. His hands were periodically clenching and unclenching, his right thumb over his left.


62***Weights to bear