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

'Fuck!' Tom thought, his body twisting in an unnatural manner to avoid the attack.

He managed to rein his autoguard previously, not by the sheer power of will, but by convincing himself that the attacks on the scale of simple bullets couldn't even be classified as attacks.

But as a solid chunk of the iron ball with spikes all over it flashed past his body, he had no other option but to realize one slightly distressing truth.

The online hub came prepared for the confrontation.

'So the guns were just a distraction,' Tom thought, jumping away and sending two of the spears from his domain swarm as far away as he could.

Looking to the side, he saw a thick, black metal chain that connected directly to the ball that almost punctured his body in several places only to smash it into pulp the very next moment.

Following by the chain, Tom raised his eyes towards where it came from.

Coldblooded massacre