Edict

Another yellow light caught the corner of his eye. He broke away, his voice kind but tired. “Stop that. You’ll have your hands full soon enough.” It didn’t take long to find the injured. Players were out in full force, and plenty of them returned with only a fraction of their health. Not to mention strange debuffs that Edict had never seen before. Everywhere he looked, another player appeared with a strange litany of status effects and barely any health. What Edict did not find were the healers to treat them. Edict resorted to approaching strangers, but was met with variations of the

The world was once again strands of memories, ripped cloth swaying on faltering breezes. Edict had a sword; he no longer has a sword. There was a woman, and a promise of rope? They had been stuck; he is no longer stuck. No thanks to the woman. Edict shakes his head. She was trying her best. They all were, and so he promised himself that he wouldn’t hold that against her. The mysterious girl was there to help the frontlines, not him. It was his own responsibility to make it back safely. His feet are now moving towards the sounds his ears are picking up; his hands steady his body, rest

<<Drowning - 0m:20s>> That doesn’t seem right. I can hold my breath way longer than that. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve nearly drowned before. <<Drowning - 0m19s>> A canoeing trip, I think. There weren’t supposed to be any rapids, but historic records of rainfall and all that. Next thing we know, we’re all fighting to stay upright. Embarrassingly, I was the only one that lost. <<Drowning - 0m18s>> It feels different this time. This time, I’m not really fighting to stay upright. I already lost once. I’m just going to keep losing. So w

“I think we’re still headed the right way. What’s the problem?” The problem became readily apparent. The rain, which had washed out the edges of the river, picked up in its intensity. Their speed steadily increased, and something strange began to match the roar of the downpower. The distant darkness was no longer a strange artifact of unknown forces. The land simply vanished. “So if I’m not Astra, does that mean I’m allowed to tell you there’s a waterfall ahead?” The party strained against the pull of the river, but an sturdy oar and a cursed sword were weak opposition to nat

With the sword back in his hands, it began to whisper the way forward. He just wished it hadn’t pulled them to the dinghy Elora had found. “I would really like to avoid the water if it’s possible. I can’t swim all that well in heavy armor.” The words had leaked to the party before his brain caught the absurdity. To confirm what he already knew, he looked down at his body. Not even cloth armor—just the scraps of clothing every player recognized as their first set, bestowed by the game. He looked back at the party with a nervous expression. “I… used to wear heavy armor. Force of habit.

“I don’t know.” Shattered memories danced over the back of his eyelids. Things he would piece together later. “I came from… somewhere else? And then I found this sword next to a dead beast. I think it was stolen. It seems like… It seems like we have to return it, don’t we?” The words barely made sense coming out of his mouth. The scout probably thought he was insane. But he reached out regardless. “We need to run and you need to make sure you keep up with me.” Edict nodded, ready to run with him. Soon, another player appeared. “Hey, are you guys okay? Do you need a hand?” Edict shout

Link to the previous thread. A beast lies in the muck, buried in its own blood and filth. Vicious sword marks wrap the body like spider silk. It was dead when I got here. It was, right? Mist turns to rain, turns to flood. The floor angrily tries washing away the evidence and the victim alike. Mud begins to suck hungrily on my boots. It’s trying to wash me away as well. And it will succeed if I don’t move. So move. Just *move*. To where? I don’t know. The landscape is dark; I think this may be hell. It looks like hell, and it sounds like hell. The only thing missing is

Username: Edict Real Name: Theo Mathison Age: 30 Gender: Male Height: 5’10” Country: USA - Vermont Background Theo grew up with the kind of family that made for great Thanksgivings but boring stories. His mom was a math teacher, and his dad ran a small hardware store in Morristown. But Theo had always hoped for something a little more than hammers and times tables. To satisfy his wanderlust, he indulged in the little things: walking home from school the long way, epic fantasies composed in his head night after night. That sense of adventure drove him fo