feeling and I still hadn't gotten used to it after over a year of playing since the Alpha and Beta phase of testing started.
I wasn't sure if I would ever get used to it, really. I was also a little worried about what would happen if I had started to dream in real life, of my virtual life.
Thankfully that had yet to happen to me but there were a few people that did experience that, and they all had widely varying responses and opinions on it.
Well, no one had lost their mind yet so I suppose that was a good sign.
The lights inside The Cube had started to turn on, bringing the pitch-black room to a dim-white so as not to hurt the eyes. While the lights went through their sequence of adjustment I started to remove the headgear along with all of the flat metal discs they called electrodes that were attached via circular suction pads.
As I understood it, those were what made Dragon's Wrath possible.
Having detached everything from my head, chest, and fingers all that was left was the harness that held me in place. The six-point harness was similar to one you would find in a race car except much more comfortable and not quite as strong.
The idea wasn't to keep you from flying out of a windshield at 100+MPH after all, but was meant to just keep you in-place while on the chair in case you had an involuntary movement.
After removing the harness the lights in The Cube had now reached full illumination, matching the light outside of the room so my eyes would be properly acclimated. They had really thought about everything. I was now ready to leave my little gaming station.
Exiting The Cube and walking over to the kitchen, I peered into the fridge hoping to find something that I knew didn't exist. I opened both the fridge and freezer doors at the same time but found nothing of interest like I had already known.
There was nothing really in there, but I still opened the doors anyways. Maybe it was a force of habit, maybe I was secretly wishing someone else had bought food for me, or maybe I was just a little crazy. There was nothing to be had so I decided to clean up instead; it looked like I was going to have to leave the house in order to eat today.
Chapter 12: Return to the Face
(Wednesday, February 10th Game Day / Thursday, January 14th Real Day)
As the login process commenced I soon found myself in the bitter cold, shaking and freezing on a random ledge somewhere along the mountainside.
Maybe if I had slept near a fire I would have been alright, but there were no trees on this side of the mountain.
There was no shrubbery at all.
Just rock, a little bit of snow where it could accumulate, and more rock.
Looking down at the rest of the rocks below I could only help but think that the entire thing looked like a series of steps for a giant. The rock faces were staggered about in such a way that the designers must have been aiming for that kind of look.
If one came from the north and viewed the mountain while facing south, you would have seen what looked like massive stone walls hundreds to thousands of feet high in a stepping stone formation. If you came from the easterly slope and faced west, you would see the gradual slope of a normal mountain... nothing too out of the ordinary.
But if you were on the western side of things, it looked a bit like a dragon's body that was curled up with the tail extended out through the river.
It was a beautiful mountain really; beautiful but deadly.
Looking up against my better judgment I soon saw that I had quite the distance to cover and less than four hours of light to do so. In the dark of night it would be impossible to scale the mountain, so I had to press forward as fast as I physically could while the daylight burned.
Tossing a piece of jerky into my mouth I soon started pacing along the ledge that I was on, looking for the best route to ascend.
Lucky for me, this time I was able to spot a nice crack nearly thirty feet up that would serve
I wasn't sure if I would ever get used to it, really. I was also a little worried about what would happen if I had started to dream in real life, of my virtual life.
Thankfully that had yet to happen to me but there were a few people that did experience that, and they all had widely varying responses and opinions on it.
Well, no one had lost their mind yet so I suppose that was a good sign.
The lights inside The Cube had started to turn on, bringing the pitch-black room to a dim-white so as not to hurt the eyes. While the lights went through their sequence of adjustment I started to remove the headgear along with all of the flat metal discs they called electrodes that were attached via circular suction pads.
As I understood it, those were what made Dragon's Wrath possible.
Having detached everything from my head, chest, and fingers all that was left was the harness that held me in place. The six-point harness was similar to one you would find in a race car except much more comfortable and not quite as strong.
The idea wasn't to keep you from flying out of a windshield at 100+MPH after all, but was meant to just keep you in-place while on the chair in case you had an involuntary movement.
After removing the harness the lights in The Cube had now reached full illumination, matching the light outside of the room so my eyes would be properly acclimated. They had really thought about everything. I was now ready to leave my little gaming station.
Exiting The Cube and walking over to the kitchen, I peered into the fridge hoping to find something that I knew didn't exist. I opened both the fridge and freezer doors at the same time but found nothing of interest like I had already known.
There was nothing really in there, but I still opened the doors anyways. Maybe it was a force of habit, maybe I was secretly wishing someone else had bought food for me, or maybe I was just a little crazy. There was nothing to be had so I decided to clean up instead; it looked like I was going to have to leave the house in order to eat today.
Chapter 12: Return to the Face
(Wednesday, February 10th Game Day / Thursday, January 14th Real Day)
As the login process commenced I soon found myself in the bitter cold, shaking and freezing on a random ledge somewhere along the mountainside.
Maybe if I had slept near a fire I would have been alright, but there were no trees on this side of the mountain.
There was no shrubbery at all.
Just rock, a little bit of snow where it could accumulate, and more rock.
Looking down at the rest of the rocks below I could only help but think that the entire thing looked like a series of steps for a giant. The rock faces were staggered about in such a way that the designers must have been aiming for that kind of look.
If one came from the north and viewed the mountain while facing south, you would have seen what looked like massive stone walls hundreds to thousands of feet high in a stepping stone formation. If you came from the easterly slope and faced west, you would see the gradual slope of a normal mountain... nothing too out of the ordinary.
But if you were on the western side of things, it looked a bit like a dragon's body that was curled up with the tail extended out through the river.
It was a beautiful mountain really; beautiful but deadly.
Looking up against my better judgment I soon saw that I had quite the distance to cover and less than four hours of light to do so. In the dark of night it would be impossible to scale the mountain, so I had to press forward as fast as I physically could while the daylight burned.
Tossing a piece of jerky into my mouth I soon started pacing along the ledge that I was on, looking for the best route to ascend.
Lucky for me, this time I was able to spot a nice crack nearly thirty feet up that would serve
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