SpacesSnips

It was originally a game, made to be as realistic as possible with features to match. But as time passed and the game progressed there was no doubt about it. The game encroached upon reality. Not in the traditional sense, that the same monsters and people we had come to know so intimately started to appear in reality. But blank spaces that swallowed the country... the continent. And any that attempted to even reach a finger within those blank spaces of reality were consumed alongside it. 
I had thought myself average, that I could make some money with this game. Sanctuary. But there was a problem - a boon - whenever I gained a skill, it became max level. There was no exception. So, when the world started to fall apart, and my prowess revealed… They hailed me a hero. Despite the wrongdoings and plundering I had done in the name of wealth and power, they looked to me. To solve their problems and save the world. But could I do it? Demons and beings of absolute power. Such that even my cheat made it only marginally easier. 
I had no choice. It was either I fought and won, or I cowered and let the world be consumed by the cold devouring void. 
And so, I fight; from a beginning filled with greed, to a future filled with the hopes and wishes of mankind. Can I do it?
"Heh~"
Of course I can.

My Skills Are All Max-Level

Snow fell over my face, I had no protection against the cold. Neither the warmth of a coat nor the comfort of a good to veil my ears from the endless winter. I grimaced, the people behind me.

They who had followed me between thick and thin.

"Y'all alright?" I questioned softly. All but one gave an affirmative shout, little as it may be they were still content. With their hearts pounding a mile a minute.

What we had done, it was no easy feat. One wrong move, one crunch whose noise could wake the monsters within the perfectly crafted tent. And in that wakefulness would be our deaths. I knew that. They knew that.

And so we hurried, hoping to make it to the outpost where we could drop the weapons off and be on our way.

Our feet crunched the snow underfoot in a silent hurry. After my simple question silence reigned supreme amongst our group. Six people, each of them had their own traits, their own strong points.

Patch 2.6