LOADING... LOADING... LOADING... OTHRY4DES JOINED THE GAME!
OTHRY4DES just spawned! the 20 LVL WRAITH is PLAYING SOLO for now & there was a rumor they WERE NOT a beta tester. behind avatar is HARRIE MORETON, a FORTY year old from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS. they give me SPLATTERS OF BLOOD ON A WHITE LEATHER JACKET, VODKA STRAIGHT WITH ONE CUBE OF ICE, THE SILENT STARE THAT SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS, DARK EYES THAT HAVE SEEN TOO MUCH vibes and i swear, you can hear SEVEN DEVILS by FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE as they walk by. ― tara, 27, gmt, she/her
Hey! I’m super excited to be here and can’t wait to start writing with you all!
REAL WORLD:
Name: Harrie (Harriet) Moreton
Age: 40
Home: Chicago, IL
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Orientation: Lesbian
Occupation: Private Investigator
Why would a 40 year-old woman pick up a VR head-set and load into the Nexus? ANSWERS.
Zachary Moreton turned 18 last week, the only thing he wanted? A VR headset, and this brand new game: The Nexus.
He was ready for the release, anything there was to know about the game, he knew before the device was even his. It was more or less the only thing Zach had been speaking about since the game was annouced. Nexus this, Nexus that. Back then, Harrie was getting sick of all the talk about this new world, as he would always describe it. Now? Now she wished she could hear him rant and rave.
She sat and watched him set up his account; P3RC1V1L, a name adapted from one of his favourite films. He’d picked a Ghost, saying that he was going to found the world’s first virtual reality special forces unit.
Then he logged on. She knew deep down nothing good would ever come of this whole virtual reality business. The internet was dangerous enough; she’d know, in her line of work. But, he was so passionate about it... She should have followed her instinct.
Harrie knew something was wrong when Zach’s laughing stopped, and his smile turned. What is it? She’d ask. What’s wrong? Zach, what’s happening? She wished she’d reminded him that she loved him then, because when he stumbled back, shaking his head, trying to tug the headset off... Panic. Struggle. Fear. Those were the last emotions she watched her son go through before he...
A couple days past. A mother buried her son. Then, when the real world law enforcement didn’t seem to care about what happened because they were dealing with all the other reports of the same thing; the same thing they had NO idea how to understand, Harrie started her own investigations. Trouble was... There was only so much you could find out about the inside from the outside.
One more day and a bottle of vodka later, she sat in her son’s bedroom, the headset in her hands... Until she couldn’t help herself; she needed answers...
