MotivatedSloth

"Hello, sir. Are you cashing out or leveling up?"

Dungeons Online was the first game that cracked the system. Let nerds earn by nerding, and they will nerd forever. And Dungeons Online did just that. 

Noobs turned into middle-class workers. Pro-players turned into celebrities and multi-millionaires. 

And there was Tom. Likely, the only top ranker that lived off the scraps and cat-food. A courtesy of his father that went and disappeared, leaving Tom with just enough money to survive until his graduation. Until the day where the option of cashing out would appear.

Dungeons Online. A game where developers never shared a single bit of information. A game where the death of one's avatar is permanent. A game that can turn a beggar into a lord just as quickly as turning a celebrity into nobody. 

But where does all this money comes from? How is it connected to the unnatural disaster that all governments across the world buried any information off? And how is this all connected to Tom's missing father?

Dungeons Online

The light of the candle flickered on the crystal in Peter's hand. The reflection of the tiny spark cast on the still surface of light wine. With it, the entire cup appeared to take some godly attribute. This simple piece of modulated crystal allowed its user to catch and trap light inside, making the cup shine with something akin to an inner brightness.


On a table behind him, a thin folder with just a few papers awaited Peter's attention.


"Shush," Peter lectured the cat he held in his left arm once it started purring for no reason. 'It does strangely appears to be quite like her,' he thought about the suggestion his coworkers gave about his personal secretary and the cat.


"Well, they are both just as attentive. There is no point in comparing," Peter muttered in a low voice. He watched blankly as his kitty snapped, cut his arms with its claws before gracefully jumping down from his hold.


Peter's evening