The Game -- Chapter 2

[Vicious88]

Chapter 2: Pleasant Breeze
By Vicious St. James

Davy picked up a pen from his coffee table and tore a page from the floor plan catalog. He jotted down the number on his telephone and stores both the pen and paper in his pocket. He took one last look around the house as he approached the door and asked Molly when the new floor plan would be built. As he had expected, changes to a player’s home are made when the player is logged out, so it wouldn’t behoove him to wait around for a contractor to come knocking on the door.

Omitting to bid the NPC a final farewell, Davy opened the door to his new home and stepped out onto a pleasant, grassy front yard with no discernable features to it. There was a simple grey sidewalk separating his yard from the smooth asphalt street. Across the street, beyond another sidewalk, was a house that had hedges in its front yard and next door to it was a house with a flower garden and a car in the driveway. It was apparent to Davy upon seeing these things that a lot of time can be spent just on player homes, and that whatever lies beyond in the more expansive world was most likely optional. He also noticed that behind his home he could see woods, but beyond the homes across the street seemed only to be more homes.

He stepped forth onto the sidewalk and looked down the street. To the right the street seemed to curve left up a hill and venture out of site. The left held a more promising sight; a few houses down the road met in a t-junction and on there stood a bulletin board and what appeared to be a bus stop bench. The walk was slight, a little more than half a block, and Davy was accustomed to walking much further in real life.

As he walked down the sidewalk towards the bulletin board, he made a note to glance upwards toward the sky. The sun hung in its midday position and soft puffy clouds floated between slowly, confirming the soft wind that was blowing in from the east. He forced himself to stop for a minute and investigate a few tufts of grass growing in the crack between two slabs of sidewalk. It looked and felt like real grass, not just here with a few individual blades, but every yard he looked towards was 100% stunning in its realism. Individual blades of grass, and beneath them – dirt... Dirt that could be dug, shaped, planted in, and manipulated in ways that no program had ever bothered to consider. Everything was just so stunning in its beauty that Davy had made it entirely to the bulletin board before realizing he was not wearing his glasses. He didn’t need them here.

That was, in and of itself, an amazing thing to try to take in, but he told himself with determination not to dwell on these things, not just yet. He had things he wanted to do. He approached the bulletin board and saw that his house was in the southwest corner of a decently small neighborhood consisting of only about 50 or so houses. He was hoping the names of the players who owned them would be listed but they weren’t. To the left of the map was a series of bulletins announcing things like, “Hey everyone, I’m Ryan H. and I’m new the neighborhood. I’m not actually local but I decided to move my home to this neighborhood to be near some friends. Anyone who wants to come over can visit me at 117 Hillcrest Circle.” And, “Hiring: Someone to provide quest support for Kilburn’s Manor.” Below the map laid many information pamphlets with titles such as “Bus Schedule” and “Portal Guide” both of which Davy made a note to grab, as such information would surely be useful.

He was just about to leave a note for James with his new number and address on it when a blue flier, slightly behind one reading “Couch for sale.” The flier was written in a familiar handwriting and it boasted the text, “Armed Escort / Mercenary for Hire – Be Safe: Don’t Go It Alone. Call James – 512422.” Davy smiled at seeing this and took the flier from the bulletin board.

He took another glance at the bulletin board for any more helpful information, but the only thing that seemed somewhat interesting to him was a pamphlet about having your Player Home moved from one neighborhood to another, which he wouldn’t be doing any time soon. Before turning his back to the bulletin board he noticed a message carved into the wooden rain-guard at the top of it reading, “Welcome to Pleasant Breeze.”

He now had a name to call this place, and from what he had seen thus far, it was a fairly accurate name at that.

He turned around right as a bus pulled up. It was a large grey city bus whose doors made a discernable hiss when they opened. From the bus came a man with a suit and a briefcase. He was smiling happily and chatting with someone as he walked off of the bus. The person he had been talking with came off the bus afterwards and upon seeing him Davy was met with a certain contentment that things would soon be getting much easier.

James stepped forth from the bus wearing a brown soft leather coat, an un-tucked black button-up shirt, and khaki cargo pants. He was deep in conversation with the man in the suit, but didn’t manage to quiet make it to the sidewalk before noticing that the person standing there was, in fact, Davy. He quickly bid farewell to his friend in the suit and approached Davy with a smile.

“Awesome, you finally got your terminal.” James said out of a lack of a better greeting. “What do you think so far?”

“It’s really sort of too much to think about at once,” said Davy with a chuckle.

“Well you’ve got talking and moving down at least.”

“Just walking,” smiled Davy. “Where is your house?”

“I can never remember the address, but its just a little way down this road here, I’ll take you there if you want. You weren’t waiting on the bus were you?”

“No,” replied Davy as the bus pulled off and disappeared from view. “I thought you were supposed to travel around using portals?”

“You can use either. The portals provide you with more traveling options as far as world to world goes, but also there are a lot of destinations that you have to visit before you can use a portal to go to them. The bus is more convenient for heading into town. Didn’t you ask Molly all this while you had her?”

The thought occurred to Davy then that there were in fact a lot of things he hadn’t asked Molly. Years of playing online games makes one grow very weary of tutorials, but this was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. In fact, he was not entirely unsure that this wasn’t all some elaborate hoax.

They approached James’s house and Davy noticed that it, like his, was incredibly bare, with the exception of a small pine tree sapling growing in the front yard. Davy wondered what could have occupied so much of his friend’s time that he hadn’t bothered to do more with his Player Home, but upon stepping inside he found the answer.

Inside the home was a nice couch and recline set in black leather, a computer that James appeared to be half way into building, and a stone-topped coffee table almost completely covered in books and maps, most of which looked like they were in the process of being drawn.

After shutting the door, James took off his coat and before hanging it on a hook near what Davy presumed was a closet door, he took from its pocket a black handgun and placed it on the coffee table.

Davy looked at the gun with a certain admiration. He knew this gun well; as it was an interest they had shared in real life as well. It was a P-85 Ruger, with guided blowback for a quicker rate of fire.

“Violent world?” asked Davy.

“Not all the time. It’s sort of like anything else, really… In town, things are civil most all the time, same with out here in the neighborhoods, but if you go walking off through the woods by yourself, or down the wrong dark alley, you can find yourself getting robbed or killed.”

“So a lot of people have guns?”

“Actually no,” said James with an odd sound of amazement in his voice. “There are a variety of weapons in the game, as well as clothing and armor, but it seems like ranged weapons such as guns are hard to come by unless you’re in a special event.”

“Then how’d you get this one?” Davy asked with a hope of beginning work on his own arsenal.

“I guess I was in the right place at the right time. I was admiring it in a player-owned pawn shop when someone lost control of a motorcycle and ran into the front of the store. The guy on the motorcycle died, but in the madness, I just couldn’t help myself from this one. I considered it a fair exchange since people have mugged me three times in the woods and twice I’ve found my stuff in that pawn shop.”

“Why are you going through the woods so much if they’re so dangerous?”

“Gold,” said James simply, “If you want too much of anything, you’ll need gold – and lots of it. I had heard from some various people in town about a few simple quests that I could do to earn some gold, or maybe a shield or something. Only problem was, I had to get to the quests which tend to be a good distance away unless you’re willing to cut though some woods every now and then.”

“There aren’t safer ways of earning money?” asked Davy with a note of disappointment in his voice.

“There’s a ton of ways to make money. You can host parties and charge people admission; you could build stuff and sell it, supposing of course you know anything about carpentry or electronics, or whatever. I’m really tempted on saving up and buying a fishing boat and using it to make a living, but I’d probably have to sell my Player Home to do it – which is never exactly a great idea. But never mind that now; I’ve got something for you, wait here.”

James walked down a hallway, which was in many respects the same as the one Davy had fallen in, with the exception of its material choice. James had apparently painted this hallway in a beige color as opposed to the eggshell white that Davys had been.

It was an interesting house. Plain in many ways, but unlike what Davy had imagined in his head. The ceiling of the living room was raised, but the wall dividing the living room and the kitchen was not raised to meet it, instead there were a few shelves which stood bare. The shelves were stained in the same dark mahogany that lined the floor and doorframes. There was no living room window, Davy noticed, but rather a simple sliding glass door, which Davy could tell was there, but not see out of on account of the black vertical blinds blocking his view.

James was never really one to stress home details, but he had put a good bit of time into this virtual house. He had wanted it to, at very least, look presentable, and he was lucky enough to win the couch and recliner in a raffle. Without these things, he would probably still have the default brown fabric couch.

Before Davy could notice much more about the room, James returned holding a large wooden staff. It was roughly Davy’s height and probably about an inch and half to two inches wide. The bulk of it was perfectly straight; excluding a minor curve at the top end, and it was shaved and sanded almost fluidly smooth.

“I made this my second day in the game, but I just shaved it down about a weak ago... It’s almost exactly like the ones we always used as kids.”

“You’re giving this to me?” asked Davy, excited at the opportunity to see if he was a good with a staff in Dimension2 as he was in real life.

“Yep,” smiled James, handing him the staff, “its oak heartwood, so it should stand up pretty well. I used it for a while and it really helped me master moving around fluidly. I carved it with this knife…”

James stepped into the kitchen and out of sight, Davy began spinning his new staff, but stopped when James re-entered, almost as though he was concerned that his friend might take offense to him whirling a dangerous weapon around in his living room. Whether or not this concern was there, it was obliterated when James brandished a long dagger by the blade and threw it into the wall.

Davy set the staff against the vertical blinds near the sliding glass door and proceeded towards the knife. It seemed to be about eight inches long, counting the three inch handle, which had inlays similar to what you might see on the fret board of a guitar. The hand guard was a simple silver wing design, and it appeared to have a decently sharp blade on it that was oddly dark in color.

“Where’d you get this?” Davy asked, in hopes that there were more like it.

“I don’t know where Ryan got it, but last week I won this living room set in a raffle contest, and it came with a loveseat as well. I traded the loveseat to Ryan, since both he and his wife have their own terminals, and he gave me this knife.”

“What about you wall?” pointed out Davy, as a small puff issued forth from the drywall.

“Minor damages, such as small holes in the wall, fix themselves after an hour. Same thing if I bust out a window or two. But if I loose and entire room to an explosion or something of the sort, then I have to either pay to get it fixed or fix it myself.”

“Good thing we grew up poor then. Something breaks you know how to fix it.”

“What do you me ‘grew up poor’ – I’m still poor.” James chuckled as he sat down on the couch.

“Not being as rich as you want doesn’t make you poor.”

“Doesn’t make you rich, either,” replied James going into a laying position.

James knew that Davy was expecting something similar to a tour of the game world, but truth be told, James had only been playing for a few weeks and already he had seen more of the world than he had of the United States. Worse still was the fact that he knew there was a whole lot more out there.

“1.6”

“What?” replied Davy, who stopped looking around the room and now directed his attention back on his friend.

“The suspected game world in Dimension2 is 1.6 times the surface of the Earth.”

“Holy… That’s incredible… How much of it have you seen?”

“A few cities, a few towns… a village or two… lots and lots of wilderness… and an ocean.”

“An ocean?” whispered Davy, who now turned fully to face his friend who, by this point, was already lying down on the couch. “Like… a real ocean? You can swim as far out as you want?”

“Well not a ‘real’ ocean – nothing here is real.” James said, although as far as his brain could tell, it all felt very real indeed. “But yeah, you can swim. You can drown. So on and so forth… I don’t know if you can swim as far as you want – I mean, you can’t even do that in real life.”

“But what I’m asking is if there’s an invisible wall or something of the sort. To keep you from swimming from place to place.”

“Oh, well I no there isn’t one of those. The worlds are spherical. But yeah, if you buy a boat you can go from place to place as you want, or just make a living fishing.”

“You can fish? Out in the middle of the ocean? Do the fish randomly spawn, or are they always down there, in colonies?”

James just sat up a bit and looked at Davy briefly. He knew Davy really wanted to know everything there was to know about Dimension2, but at the same time, he had only been playing for a few weeks.

Davy saw this look and realized that there was probably no way, if the world was in fact as expansive as everyone had claimed, for any one person to know everything about it. In fact, he thought, its possible I could die of old age before seeing everything a world larger than earth has to offer…

It was a scary realization, but a necessary one. It became very real to him that he was part of something much bigger than any game he had ever played before. This wasn’t even really a game. This is an emulation of life – no… existence. There was a whole world of possibilities, larger than the existence he calls home, waiting for him.

“Whatever you’re thinking of – put it on hold.”

Davy’s mind came back to reality at James’s words. He realized he had been staring at the corner of the floor the entire time he was thinking.

“What?” escaped helplessly from Davys mind, out of his mouth…

“Grab your staff; you haven’t been outside Pleasant Breeze, so we’ve got a world to explore.”
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[Vicious88]

Chapter 2: Pleasant Breeze
By Vicious St. James

Davy picked up a pen from his coffee table and tore a page from the floor plan catalog. He jotted down the number on his telephone and stores both the pen and paper in his pocket. He took one last look around the house as he approached the door and asked Molly when the new floor plan would be built. As he had expected, changes to a player’s home are made when the player is logged out, so it wouldn’t behoove him to wait around for a contractor to come knocking on the door.

Omitting to bid the NPC a final farewell, Davy opened the door to his new home and stepped out onto a pleasant, grassy front yard with no discernable features to it. There was a simple grey sidewalk separating his yard from the smooth asphalt street. Across the street, beyond another sidewalk, was a house that had hedges in its front yard and next door to it was a house with a flower garden and a car in the driveway. It was apparent to Davy upon seeing these things that a lot of time can be spent just on player homes, and that whatever lies beyond in the more expansive world was most likely optional. He also noticed that behind his home he could see woods, but beyond the homes across the street seemed only to be more homes.

He stepped forth onto the sidewalk and looked down the street. To the right the street seemed to curve left up a hill and venture out of site. The left held a more promising sight; a few houses down the road met in a t-junction and on there stood a bulletin board and what appeared to be a bus stop bench. The walk was slight, a little more than half a block, and Davy was accustomed to walking much further in real life.

As he walked down the sidewalk towards the bulletin board, he made a note to glance upwards toward the sky. The sun hung in its midday position and soft puffy clouds floated between slowly, confirming the soft wind that was blowing in from the east. He forced himself to stop for a minute and investigate a few tufts of grass growing in the crack between two slabs of sidewalk. It looked and felt like real grass, not just here with a few individual blades, but every yard he looked towards was 100% stunning in its realism. Individual blades of grass, and beneath them – dirt... Dirt that could be dug, shaped, planted in, and manipulated in ways that no program had ever bothered to consider. Everything was just so stunning in its beauty that Davy had made it entirely to the bulletin board before realizing he was not wearing his glasses. He didn’t need them here.

That was, in and of itself, an amazing thing to try to take in, but he told himself with determination not to dwell on these things, not just yet. He had things he wanted to do. He approached the bulletin board and saw that his house was in the southwest corner of a decently small neighborhood consisting of only about 50 or so houses. He was hoping the names of the players who owned them would be listed but they weren’t. To the left of the map was a series of bulletins announcing things like, “Hey everyone, I’m Ryan H. and I’m new the neighborhood. I’m not actually local but I decided to move my home to this neighborhood to be near some friends. Anyone who wants to come over can visit me at 117 Hillcrest Circle.” And, “Hiring: Someone to provide quest support for Kilburn’s Manor.” Below the map laid many information pamphlets with titles such as “Bus Schedule” and “Portal Guide” both of which Davy made a note to grab, as such information would surely be useful.

He was just about to leave a note for James with his new number and address on it when a blue flier, slightly behind one reading “Couch for sale.” The flier was written in a familiar handwriting and it boasted the text, “Armed Escort / Mercenary for Hire – Be Safe: Don’t Go It Alone. Call James – 512422.” Davy smiled at seeing this and took the flier from the bulletin board.

He took another glance at the bulletin board for any more helpful information, but the only thing that seemed somewhat interesting to him was a pamphlet about having your Player Home moved from one neighborhood to another, which he wouldn’t be doing any time soon. Before turning his back to the bulletin board he noticed a message carved into the wooden rain-guard at the top of it reading, “Welcome to Pleasant Breeze.”

He now had a name to call this place, and from what he had seen thus far, it was a fairly accurate name at that.

He turned around right as a bus pulled up. It was a large grey city bus whose doors made a discernable hiss when they opened. From the bus came a man with a suit and a briefcase. He was smiling happily and chatting with someone as he walked off of the bus. The person he had been talking with came off the bus afterwards and upon seeing him Davy was met with a certain contentment that things would soon be getting much easier.

James stepped forth from the bus wearing a brown soft leather coat, an un-tucked black button-up shirt, and khaki cargo pants. He was deep in conversation with the man in the suit, but didn’t manage to quiet make it to the sidewalk before noticing that the person standing there was, in fact, Davy. He quickly bid farewell to his friend in the suit and approached Davy with a smile.

“Awesome, you finally got your terminal.” James said out of a lack of a better greeting. “What do you think so far?”

“It’s really sort of too much to think about at once,” said Davy with a chuckle.

“Well you’ve got talking and moving down at least.”

“Just walking,” smiled Davy. “Where is your house?”

“I can never remember the address, but its just a little way down this road here, I’ll take you there if you want. You weren’t waiting on the bus were you?”

“No,” replied Davy as the bus pulled off and disappeared from view. “I thought you were supposed to travel around using portals?”

“You can use either. The portals provide you with more traveling options as far as world to world goes, but also there are a lot of destinations that you have to visit before you can use a portal to go to them. The bus is more convenient for heading into town. Didn’t you ask Molly all this while you had her?”

The thought occurred to Davy then that there were in fact a lot of things he hadn’t asked Molly. Years of playing online games makes one grow very weary of tutorials, but this was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. In fact, he was not entirely unsure that this wasn’t all some elaborate hoax.

They approached James’s house and Davy noticed that it, like his, was incredibly bare, with the exception of a small pine tree sapling growing in the front yard. Davy wondered what could have occupied so much of his friend’s time that he hadn’t bothered to do more with his Player Home, but upon stepping inside he found the answer.

Inside the home was a nice couch and recline set in black leather, a computer that James appeared to be half way into building, and a stone-topped coffee table almost completely covered in books and maps, most of which looked like they were in the process of being drawn.

After shutting the door, James took off his coat and before hanging it on a hook near what Davy presumed was a closet door, he took from its pocket a black handgun and placed it on the coffee table.

Davy looked at the gun with a certain admiration. He knew this gun well; as it was an interest they had shared in real life as well. It was a P-85 Ruger, with guided blowback for a quicker rate of fire.

“Violent world?” asked Davy.

“Not all the time. It’s sort of like anything else, really… In town, things are civil most all the time, same with out here in the neighborhoods, but if you go walking off through the woods by yourself, or down the wrong dark alley, you can find yourself getting robbed or killed.”

“So a lot of people have guns?”

“Actually no,” said James with an odd sound of amazement in his voice. “There are a variety of weapons in the game, as well as clothing and armor, but it seems like ranged weapons such as guns are hard to come by unless you’re in a special event.”

“Then how’d you get this one?” Davy asked with a hope of beginning work on his own arsenal.

“I guess I was in the right place at the right time. I was admiring it in a player-owned pawn shop when someone lost control of a motorcycle and ran into the front of the store. The guy on the motorcycle died, but in the madness, I just couldn’t help myself from this one. I considered it a fair exchange since people have mugged me three times in the woods and twice I’ve found my stuff in that pawn shop.”

“Why are you going through the woods so much if they’re so dangerous?”

“Gold,” said James simply, “If you want too much of anything, you’ll need gold – and lots of it. I had heard from some various people in town about a few simple quests that I could do to earn some gold, or maybe a shield or something. Only problem was, I had to get to the quests which tend to be a good distance away unless you’re willing to cut though some woods every now and then.”

“There aren’t safer ways of earning money?” asked Davy with a note of disappointment in his voice.

“There’s a ton of ways to make money. You can host parties and charge people admission; you could build stuff and sell it, supposing of course you know anything about carpentry or electronics, or whatever. I’m really tempted on saving up and buying a fishing boat and using it to make a living, but I’d probably have to sell my Player Home to do it – which is never exactly a great idea. But never mind that now; I’ve got something for you, wait here.”

James walked down a hallway, which was in many respects the same as the one Davy had fallen in, with the exception of its material choice. James had apparently painted this hallway in a beige color as opposed to the eggshell white that Davys had been.

It was an interesting house. Plain in many ways, but unlike what Davy had imagined in his head. The ceiling of the living room was raised, but the wall dividing the living room and the kitchen was not raised to meet it, instead there were a few shelves which stood bare. The shelves were stained in the same dark mahogany that lined the floor and doorframes. There was no living room window, Davy noticed, but rather a simple sliding glass door, which Davy could tell was there, but not see out of on account of the black vertical blinds blocking his view.

James was never really one to stress home details, but he had put a good bit of time into this virtual house. He had wanted it to, at very least, look presentable, and he was lucky enough to win the couch and recliner in a raffle. Without these things, he would probably still have the default brown fabric couch.

Before Davy could notice much more about the room, James returned holding a large wooden staff. It was roughly Davy’s height and probably about an inch and half to two inches wide. The bulk of it was perfectly straight; excluding a minor curve at the top end, and it was shaved and sanded almost fluidly smooth.

“I made this my second day in the game, but I just shaved it down about a weak ago... It’s almost exactly like the ones we always used as kids.”

“You’re giving this to me?” asked Davy, excited at the opportunity to see if he was a good with a staff in Dimension2 as he was in real life.

“Yep,” smiled James, handing him the staff, “its oak heartwood, so it should stand up pretty well. I used it for a while and it really helped me master moving around fluidly. I carved it with this knife…”

James stepped into the kitchen and out of sight, Davy began spinning his new staff, but stopped when James re-entered, almost as though he was concerned that his friend might take offense to him whirling a dangerous weapon around in his living room. Whether or not this concern was there, it was obliterated when James brandished a long dagger by the blade and threw it into the wall.

Davy set the staff against the vertical blinds near the sliding glass door and proceeded towards the knife. It seemed to be about eight inches long, counting the three inch handle, which had inlays similar to what you might see on the fret board of a guitar. The hand guard was a simple silver wing design, and it appeared to have a decently sharp blade on it that was oddly dark in color.

“Where’d you get this?” Davy asked, in hopes that there were more like it.

“I don’t know where Ryan got it, but last week I won this living room set in a raffle contest, and it came with a loveseat as well. I traded the loveseat to Ryan, since both he and his wife have their own terminals, and he gave me this knife.”

“What about you wall?” pointed out Davy, as a small puff issued forth from the drywall.

“Minor damages, such as small holes in the wall, fix themselves after an hour. Same thing if I bust out a window or two. But if I loose and entire room to an explosion or something of the sort, then I have to either pay to get it fixed or fix it myself.”

“Good thing we grew up poor then. Something breaks you know how to fix it.”

“What do you me ‘grew up poor’ – I’m still poor.” James chuckled as he sat down on the couch.

“Not being as rich as you want doesn’t make you poor.”

“Doesn’t make you rich, either,” replied James going into a laying position.

James knew that Davy was expecting something similar to a tour of the game world, but truth be told, James had only been playing for a few weeks and already he had seen more of the world than he had of the United States. Worse still was the fact that he knew there was a whole lot more out there.

“1.6”

“What?” replied Davy, who stopped looking around the room and now directed his attention back on his friend.

“The suspected game world in Dimension2 is 1.6 times the surface of the Earth.”

“Holy… That’s incredible… How much of it have you seen?”

“A few cities, a few towns… a village or two… lots and lots of wilderness… and an ocean.”

“An ocean?” whispered Davy, who now turned fully to face his friend who, by this point, was already lying down on the couch. “Like… a real ocean? You can swim as far out as you want?”

“Well not a ‘real’ ocean – nothing here is real.” James said, although as far as his brain could tell, it all felt very real indeed. “But yeah, you can swim. You can drown. So on and so forth… I don’t know if you can swim as far as you want – I mean, you can’t even do that in real life.”

“But what I’m asking is if there’s an invisible wall or something of the sort. To keep you from swimming from place to place.”

“Oh, well I no there isn’t one of those. The worlds are spherical. But yeah, if you buy a boat you can go from place to place as you want, or just make a living fishing.”

“You can fish? Out in the middle of the ocean? Do the fish randomly spawn, or are they always down there, in colonies?”

James just sat up a bit and looked at Davy briefly. He knew Davy really wanted to know everything there was to know about Dimension2, but at the same time, he had only been playing for a few weeks.

Davy saw this look and realized that there was probably no way, if the world was in fact as expansive as everyone had claimed, for any one person to know everything about it. In fact, he thought, its possible I could die of old age before seeing everything a world larger than earth has to offer…

It was a scary realization, but a necessary one. It became very real to him that he was part of something much bigger than any game he had ever played before. This wasn’t even really a game. This is an emulation of life – no… existence. There was a whole world of possibilities, larger than the existence he calls home, waiting for him.

“Whatever you’re thinking of – put it on hold.”

Davy’s mind came back to reality at James’s words. He realized he had been staring at the corner of the floor the entire time he was thinking.

“What?” escaped helplessly from Davys mind, out of his mouth…

“Grab your staff; you haven’t been outside Pleasant Breeze, so we’ve got a world to explore.”
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[sweetie79]

Lovin it so far... I actually kept forgetting that they are in a game world and not in the real world. Dimension 2 sounds like an amazing program... I can't wait to see what is waiting for them outside of Plesant Breeze...
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Never fear what others think, because the people who mind don't matter and the people who matter don't mind. True friends stick with you no matter what.

[sweetie79]

Lovin it so far... I actually kept forgetting that they are in a game world and not in the real world. Dimension 2 sounds like an amazing program... I can't wait to see what is waiting for them outside of Plesant Breeze...
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Never fear what others think, because the people who mind don't matter and the people who matter don't mind. True friends stick with you no matter what.

[flozz]

how long is the whole thing going to be and wow this is good it jus keeps getting better
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[flozz]

how long is the whole thing going to be and wow this is good it jus keeps getting better
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[flozz]

how long is the whole thing going to be and wow this is good it jus keeps getting better
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[Vicious88]

Thank you.

The whole thing is going to be a trilogy, but this first book is going to be somewhere around 27 chapters... It depends on which ending I choose to use.
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Ah, Signature Changes...

[Vicious88]

Thank you.

The whole thing is going to be a trilogy, but this first book is going to be somewhere around 27 chapters... It depends on which ending I choose to use.
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Ah, Signature Changes...