Somewhere on the U.S. server, someone was weeping. Weeping not for
himself, not for only a loved one, but for everybody in The World. He new
it would come to an end eventually, but not like this. He had done this,
created this monstrosity. It had started as a prank to scare his friends,
and for a time it was only that.
Now it was out of control. The monster walked the servers as easily as an Administrator. When ever it got to a new server, it killed players like they were meaningless. It was invincible. Already it had killed thirteen people around the world. Three in the U.S., one in Brazil, two in England, five people on a party event in Germany, and two in the Philippines.
No, it wasn't just killing characters, it was killing the people playing the characters. The media was all over it. People were afraid to put on their headsets anymore. A twenty-five percent drop in player activity was recorded. It was his fault, no one else's. Now, though, he couldn't stop it. It had grown too strong, beyond level ninety-nine. He felt guilty, now one of the largest companies was starting to hint at failure, people had died.
No more, he could no longer sit here and cry. He had to act. His monster, his pride and joy whom he had named Schwartzwald, had to be destroyed. "I am Jordan Geisler," he said aloud. " I created a monster, of my own mind, a part of me, and I will kill it."
Now it was out of control. The monster walked the servers as easily as an Administrator. When ever it got to a new server, it killed players like they were meaningless. It was invincible. Already it had killed thirteen people around the world. Three in the U.S., one in Brazil, two in England, five people on a party event in Germany, and two in the Philippines.
No, it wasn't just killing characters, it was killing the people playing the characters. The media was all over it. People were afraid to put on their headsets anymore. A twenty-five percent drop in player activity was recorded. It was his fault, no one else's. Now, though, he couldn't stop it. It had grown too strong, beyond level ninety-nine. He felt guilty, now one of the largest companies was starting to hint at failure, people had died.
No more, he could no longer sit here and cry. He had to act. His monster, his pride and joy whom he had named Schwartzwald, had to be destroyed. "I am Jordan Geisler," he said aloud. " I created a monster, of my own mind, a part of me, and I will kill it."
