It was late at night, but if you listen you may hear them. In a bar across town there are 5 young men and 3 young women. The year is 2035.

"we did it guys the games going live tomorrow"

" calm down you drunk" in a Irish accent.

"come on Ben the machine is done we can celebrate a bit right?"

"come on mike we agreed to name it Fateoria or Fate for short"

" Also mike what's with that broken ass sandstorm character you made!!!??" In a drunken stupor.

looks at the tablet "why does she look like she could be my sister?"

smirks "our world needs to have a god right?"

" if only the other guys weren't knocked out dunk right now. yui would certainly scream at you for making a female character when your a guy mike, she specifically made a long program so normal players couldn't do that."

laughs

"have a good night guys see you at the launch tomorrow. This has been my greatest work I'm probably going to retire I wanna have a family at some point in this short life of mine."

Mike has an illness that will slowly weaken his immune system. He barely lived through his childhood and is likely to die by the age of 60. when the average human lifespan is 110 now.

"short life? Ehh have a good night mike."

The team of eight people Mike, Ben, Kazuhiro, Elizabeth, Lisa, Yui, James, and Connor. Have just spent the better part of the last 5 years making the world's greatest VR game kinda like Aincrad from sao. Mike got the idea from his otaku roommate in college.

From here on out it will be mikes point of view.

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"That was fun welp 25ish years left what to do next ?" Walking down the sidewalk at night kicking a can ~clank~. "Shame I can't really drink, sighs"

In the nearby police sirens can be heard getting closer.

"What's that?" Mike looks up to see a pair of headlights directly in front of him time seems to freeze "oh shi-" ~splat~

(System: Resurrecting soul error unknown interference)

There was a flash of light then darkness