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You crack your eyes blearily to get a grasp on your surroundings.
A pained grunt comes out, as a painful deluge of light infiltrates your retinas through the gap you’ve created in their armor. You persist, and see a white ceiling with a fan hanging from it a few feet above you.
Your body tenses up. That’s wrong. The ceiling should be miles or at least dozens of meters above your head.
You push against the floor but it compresses, robbing you of motion. Something dark covers your body, then your face, and constricts the movement of your limbs. You struggle against the entanglement for a few seconds, eventually managing to flop out of your bed and onto the floor of your apartment.
“Oh, right. I logged out after we manifested the Observatory.” you murmur, grimacing at the remains of a headache and at the impact from your fall.
The Observatory flits through your mind. An elegant tower of alabaster and lapis jutting up from the fetid waters and roots of the swamp, its tip exceeding even the skyscraper-sized megatrees. Admittedly, not by much. The view from the top and the surprises you and your friends discovered from your first proper view of the surrounding landscape
“It wasn’t even the tallest building we could see, let alone the tallest tower.”
But unlike the rest of what you saw, your name is stamped on the Observatory.
You untangle yourself from your sheets and go about the business of becoming a proper human being. You’d call it your morning routine, but apparently time flows differently in the False World. That’s probably where the headache came from, you doubt they’d’ve let the full dive tech release if you got a migraine after each use. It had already been morning when you logged off, now it’s late afternoon.
Working your way through brain fog, still slightly cringing at the afternoon sun pouring through the windows, you scrounge through your kitchen for breakfast.
>Choose [1]
>Eggs, bacon, and black coffee [Habitual]
>Cold pizza and an energy drink [Avant Garde]
>Reheated pizza and soda [Adaptable]
>Leftover dinner and tea [Resourceful]
>No need for food, play [False World Online]
>Other?
A pained grunt comes out, as a painful deluge of light infiltrates your retinas through the gap you’ve created in their armor. You persist, and see a white ceiling with a fan hanging from it a few feet above you.
Your body tenses up. That’s wrong. The ceiling should be miles or at least dozens of meters above your head.
You push against the floor but it compresses, robbing you of motion. Something dark covers your body, then your face, and constricts the movement of your limbs. You struggle against the entanglement for a few seconds, eventually managing to flop out of your bed and onto the floor of your apartment.
“Oh, right. I logged out after we manifested the Observatory.” you murmur, grimacing at the remains of a headache and at the impact from your fall.
The Observatory flits through your mind. An elegant tower of alabaster and lapis jutting up from the fetid waters and roots of the swamp, its tip exceeding even the skyscraper-sized megatrees. Admittedly, not by much. The view from the top and the surprises you and your friends discovered from your first proper view of the surrounding landscape
“It wasn’t even the tallest building we could see, let alone the tallest tower.”
But unlike the rest of what you saw, your name is stamped on the Observatory.
You untangle yourself from your sheets and go about the business of becoming a proper human being. You’d call it your morning routine, but apparently time flows differently in the False World. That’s probably where the headache came from, you doubt they’d’ve let the full dive tech release if you got a migraine after each use. It had already been morning when you logged off, now it’s late afternoon.
Working your way through brain fog, still slightly cringing at the afternoon sun pouring through the windows, you scrounge through your kitchen for breakfast.
>Choose [1]
>Eggs, bacon, and black coffee [Habitual]
>Cold pizza and an energy drink [Avant Garde]
>Reheated pizza and soda [Adaptable]
>Leftover dinner and tea [Resourceful]
>No need for food, play [False World Online]
>Other?
