The Life on the Other Side
Amit had a lot going on in his life. He was choosing to play over going to work, or studying for his entrance exams, when he was already vetted in his lifestyle. He was going to work one day when Eve had caught his attention, the same way it had been doing. He was relaxing in a state with the device on his head. He could not see outside world features. But on the train and on the chance he could monopolize such features, he was talking to people about statistics and anomalies and then Zero_Nocturnal appeared. He was not a known integer to Amit. He was going about his business and talking to people overseas and not working, nor playing, but when he was online in Eve, he was still in his pajama's, and not at home talking to people, nor his family, who were by his side in a lot of ways. He was a strong and resourceful person. He was still picking up ranks like he was able to. He was rank 32 in Eve. He was climbing faster than ever. He was able to admit he was the champion. He was level 99, and had two tickets of destiny travel. He would be going to PAX Eternal 2081 as well. Auria, a player he had seen running around, looked so beautiful to him. He was someone who could read her language. It was Chinese, after all, he questioned when he saw it. He was a language geek, he said on his profile, and he was playing to study the Chinese language. It was about his Arabic that they were putting on a silver platter and serving into his mouth and channeling it with a fervor to devour his underscores and emotes, which allowed to him tango, not alone, but without a clan, possibly, as he never at this point had entered into one. He was still creating new linguistic terms in his mind for the loopholes of what he saw as common misconceptions about such procedures. He was still in the lobby of his large complex where he resided much above the ligaments and the restraints he was coiled in. He played Eve and his character Zombie_Hunter, who was a fighter who wore an odd cap. He and the other three he played were like total zombies to him. He was playing three characters at once. Since no one had asked him if he could not, he was now doing so. There were three Zombie_Hunter's. One had a rank 32, level 99 status, but the other two were much lower. One was not even considered out of the ranking period! It was beginner rank. This meant that he had created this character, Zombie_Hunter, but had not ever entered into the world with it, to fight even one beastie! They were sure he would come back. As he was always online, the other two player characters, which had the same name, would never return. This was concerning to the community. Using the same name was allowed. But it did not stop them from entering into debates on the forums about it occurring over and over again, if that ever happened, they assumed that it would be changed to allow only one player character with the same name, that of the name you created, as the game never entered one for you, but did allow you to name yourself what it suggested, which was, in Chinese language script quite a bit shallower and mis-shaded compared to the white text type that allowed you to see your own name being input into the roster queuer, it was grey. Player name here was what it said in the Chinese characters that it was using to display those linking orders, the name was for all examples and for that purpose, to tell the community, one and all, to use their own name for this entry box. The domain was set in white lines on the black box it was set into as well. The page for Eve was a web page in the VR world for the people playing it from the app. But this could not be accessed by the player base not online. It was considered that you were only online if you were in the focus room. This meant in the VR box yourself. It boxed all your senses in. Some people claimed they could even taste the food in Eve. But these were few and far between. On the forums they spoke of such topics like food, the eating of it, and confusing phrases like white rice and talking about being such a term as bumpkin, which meant they felt locked into the society they were in. They were a Chinese speaking player called Who The Youth? and it was in the Chinese language writing script, so no one would really get what they were saying, if they just translated the characters. It was a random series of questions and jabs at the populace from their perspective. Not an anonymous gesture that defined them as an out in the open jester. They were online often enough in the time of Zero_Nocturnal to accrue a d458 offline tracking. This meant they had not been online ever once higher than that. This meant they could be hacking as well. Zero_Nocturnal was online. He was striking up foes in the sand desert area. It was not the highest player count zone, but one of a few million, where he was participating in a mad scramble to get as many kills as he could. He logged off, people saw, and then online again quite in a cycle called obviously hacking. The kill box targeted players with gold lines and he moved about, destroying men and women alike. The old women in the houses from a certain perspective were just NPC's. Those were the only other humanoids in the game. But, the otters seemed personable. That was not Otter_44351147s purpose. He was playing with the clan's Nocturnal and Fictitious_Roses in the snow jungle areas of the snow world. This was the third channel in that realm of combined genre-like fictitious jungles. He was battling dawdling otters and even dinosaurs who were called T-Rex and had a level of 47. These were strong foes. There was no offline PVE. They had to always be catered to via the internet connection being stable. There was a lot of fighting and he downed a T-Rex and fought a plasma squid as well. It at points shot out electricity and Otter_44351147 kept fighting it with sword strikes and life leeching skills. He did not earn a lot of health back for the health use, but it kept him from dying. It was only fragments of data. He did not data download. He could see this on the main website. It was not useful to him. He checked it out one day, on this very same day, when he had been soul sucking in the frosty jungle. He checked it out. He had logged off in the main safe zone, a safe haven, and was on the main website in the VR world of Eve, called the homepage. It was on a Chinese webserver. He, the player character for Otter_44351147, whose controls were helmed by Xi Huan, a high school student in China, who claimed that he was not that familiar with the tournament schedule he was on, checked the main page. He checked out data downloading on the main page where there were a lot of tribute videos and Twytch.se stream gameplays. He was watching the footage of another Chinese bandwagon promoter, a person who the community termed a person that you should not trust, because they might be promoting content that was just like the company who made and ran Eve would want to sell its product with, not something that was honestly telling you the facts you wanted to know. Eve was a popular game, called a product and a sell out one at that, and it was growing fast. It was a mainstream killer game, called a killer app, the forum users in the Chinese-language dominated forum, who used the Chinese language script Hanzi Ming, which was the new writing script for the Chinese people, which was debuted in 2061, earlier in Xi's lifetime, maybe, but he was only 16. He had to consider it cheating to use it. It did away with Latin-style characters entirely. It was only hurting the community, the new President at the time, Owen McGari, said at a conference. He had been in office for 16 days before he said his impressive 16 Day Speech, which was regarded as a cool move by the community. Owen was raised and born in America, but he had transferred to the Chinese league by the time he was in open office, not that sandwiched between the people and the government. Amit did not know much of the Chinese political score. He was living in Egypta and he was only a youngster. He had known much about Egyptain culture before but now he was a learning a lot more in his new job as what he termed being a gangster-hustler. He built cubicles and also worked hard as an Eve murderer. He thought this game was in his own words, awesome. He could kill other people online and not feel remorse from his political unity for doing so. It was real murder, he believed, while most in the community felt it was not, and was just playing the game.