An NPC's Path: The Dead Rogue
by Pavel Kornev
Release - May 30, 2018
Virtual worlds are places of boundless freedom. Anyone can become an
elven mage or an invisible rogue, join a clan and go on raids, fight, develop
their characters and most importantly,
escape from the daily grind.
However, a game is only a game if
you can quit. This is something I learned the hard way. I just wanted to let off some steam in virtual reality and ended up
getting murdered and imprisoned in the body of one of the undead—slow, clumsy and cursed to die at the hand of other players over and
over again.
The only way out of this awful predicament was to find the legendary Scroll of Rebirth, but the helpless plague-ridden
corpse would need to be turned into a real killing machine. If only people knew what it was like to level up a
dead rogue...
The bracelet was covered with
hypoallergenic plastic but the skin underneath still itched like hell. I pulled
the tracking device away from my ankle as far as it would go so I could scratch it. The bracelet vibrated and buzzed in reply.
“Relax, Comrade Major,” I quickly
said. “All quiet on the
western front!”
The tracking device that traced
offenders under house arrest was full of various electronic modules such as GPS,
GLONASS, Wi-Fi, GSM and even an altimeter, so I was in no doubt that they would
have added a simple microphone to it. It did not matter what the actual rank of
the controller assigned to me was—a little sympathy goes a long way. At least
it was someone to talk to...
It was already my second month of
being under house arrest and I already managed to really start missing normal
human contact. I wasn't even a hardened criminal or a sociopath—I was just in
the wrong place at the wrong time.
I got a job at the wrong place, to
be more exact.
It had all started so well! My
salary wasn't bad, there was a great package of perks and excellent career
prospects, but it all went down the drain when the
bank's senior management ended up behind
bars accused of money laundering! I was never made part of the illegal scheme,
but most of the payments had gone through my department, so the most that my
defense attorney could do for me was a concession
to get me placed under house arrest. At least it was better than jail.
Ah, here comes my attorney...