Legends Of Tria

Mike, an outsider, but he had a safe place—games. Well, just one game: Legends of Tria.

Quite simple—12 worlds, many creatures, weapons, spells, races, classes.

A normal MMORPG.

The company behind it was called Shadow.

They had no social media. You didn’t hear anything from them.

Whatever—the game was really fun.

One character, up to level 120, made it more exciting.

When you reached a certain level, you could farm legendary weapons or start a new character.

There was a boy, Mike. He had brown hair, blue eyes.

He was bullied often—very often—every day, constantly.

He hated school. And every second he thought:

When can I finally play Legends of Tria again?

And that’s exactly what he did, very often.

It was the weekend.

It was now Saturday night.

Mike had been playing since Friday afternoon.

The screen was glowing.

Next to it were energy drinks, empty cans.

You could hear the clicking of keys.

It came from a keyboard.

Mike’s keyboard.

He was fast at clicking keys.

After some time, Mike paused.

He picked up his phone from the table next to him.

He wanted to check the time but accidentally opened the front camera.

He saw himself—dark circles under his eyes and a sad expression.

"What am I even doing with my life?"

The screen in front of Mike started glowing.

What was happening?

Mike’s arm got pulled into the screen.

"Wha—what the hell???"

Mike saw black.

For a long time.

Then—

"Hello. Welcome to the world of Tria. Please create your character! Race will be assigned!"

"What the—?"

Mike found himself in pure darkness.

Follow Mike on his journey through Tria.

A world full of everything.

Whoever dies is erased—gone—never existed.

Who are the creators of this game?

How do you get out?

Can you get out?

Join Mike and his companions on a path you will not forget.

But neither will they.

Legends of Tria