DackoWitz

"we did it! We've walked through the border that kept our progression at bay, we're in the realm of gods now, where the crimson sky keeps bleeding due to it being choked by the ash and embers suffocating its own lungs, the god of the old world, boy, was progress, larp, the myth of democracy, of perfect communism, not here, here, there's no need to follow false gods, get caught up in the business of what's who's and what is moral or not, the overworld is a self replenishing world, a world that is selfish for its own betterment, where it's automation leads to prosperity, here? That automation just leads to blood being spilled from the mother dimensions walls while her crawling and desperate critters suckle at the teat of their own misery and dryness, here, there are no laws, it is the world that would be made if the carnal man made it in his own vision, altruistic and autonomous in a way that slowly kills whatever steps foot within it, where the dead remain dying and the dying never end up dead, there is no place beyond this boy, this is our anarchy, our kingdom come."

"Uh sir?"

"What of it, Dackowitz?"

"It seems someone got here before us"

And as I turned around I imagine what I would be seeing, what came to mind was a pyre of bodies being fed eternally, maybe a tribute to their primordial gods, turned, I witness that I was unfortunately wrong, that it was nothing like that, to truly imagine the camp of camps that lay before me in the smoldering scarlet, ashen, air would require more creativity than I was capable of, of this I was thankful, children wore armor, shiny plate adorned on their chests, they walked with pets, some kind of antediluvian version of the creatures in the over world, white and green rotting men with bones and their hands shaped into weapons, I saw the remains of other players, I saw beyond red, saw hope, and it is the worst thing, I saw their god, and it emerged writhing from the mountain, and I knew then, it would never let us escape.