thoughts and emotions hidden as much as possible. If I am not caught completely by surprise, as I was a moment ago, I will very seldom reveal things I do not with to reveal.
A very slight and very nasty smile twists the doctor's lips. “I wondered why, out of more than a million people, only you did not die. I knew there had to be a reason, and it seems you know what happened to the rest of the victims. The FBI will be interested to hear about this, I am certain. The governments of many nations spent months investigating without results, but now I think we will get some answers. You will explain what happened to my sister, and why she had to die, while you live on.”
“Sorry, D., but I have no clue. All I know is that I woke up here, and you're running you mouth about people I don't know dying.” I made a mistake. Intellectually I knew that there would all kinds of people asking all kinds of questions, because of the thousands of us caught up in the game. No, it was not the game, it was the Lands of Despair. It was no game after the Great Fuck Over.
“You all mind leaving me in peace? I really need to rest.”
Dr. Turner's eyes try to bore into me, but his stare is nothing compared with the venomous glares of DokkAlfar warriors and mages. Even if I am not a Half-Dvergar any longer, I am still the same person, the same soul, that fought across dozens of zone in the Lands of Despair. A mere human doctor will never intimidate me.
The hatred never leaving his face, Dr. Turner turns and stalks out of the room. His coterie of nurses follow him. Except for Nurse Kowalski, the nurses glare at me, as though I were a roach that found its way into their kitchens.
Everyone else died? Then, they failed to complete The Nameless God's quest? Even if I cannot clearly remember what happened after I was murdered, I can remember everything from our capture by the Nameless up to being murdered by The Lord of Jet. The way to the last gate was cleared, so did they fail in the zone beyond, the zone where Haven was located?
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*** Unknown ***
The room had been empty for an unknown amount of time, since time had no meaning where this room existed. Only minds and souls could enter, it had no physical reality. It was a circular chamber more than a thousand yards in diameter. The central six hundred yards of the floor was close set blocks of perfectly smooth white marble, each one roughly trapezoidal with a curved inner and outer edge. Around the perimeter of the empty center were objects made of black and silver metal, inset with crystals in a rainbow of colors. Whether they were decorations or some kind of technological devices, it was impossible to tell. They varied in size from smaller than a fist to larger than a bull elephant, and were constructed in all manner of strange and twisted shapes.
Between one instant and the next, the chamber changed from empty to crowded. There were tens of thousands of naked people, ranging from early around mid-teens to elderly. They had all suddenly appeared, none knowing how of why they were there. As they were of varying ages, they were also in a wide range of physical conditions, but only a handful among the thousands could be considered athletic. Most of them were somewhere between average and obese. Their ethnicity was not quite as varied as their ages and shapes, but it was still covered a large segment of the national and racial spectrum of the planet Earth.
The realization slowly dawned on them, some much faster than others, that something was wrong. As far as any of them knew, they had been in the middle of logging into Taereun: Battleground of the Damned. They were supposed to be playing Taereun: Battleground of the Damned, but instead, they were in an unknown location, in their real and naked bodies. Thinking this was some kind of bug with the new expansion, many tried to log out of the game, but there was no log out menu. There was no menu at all. Many thought they