
Not that a college degree is worth much with all the AI running about."

"I didn't become one of the top raiders in the guild flailing around, but I never imagined that this would be my career path. So throw caution to the wind and act in your own best interest." If you kill enough stuff, you'll level up. Don't treat it like reality or just another job, it's not, the rules aren't the same. "If I wouldn't get caught and was playing a Rogue-type character, sure, but-" "So if it was a role playing game, where shit is worth something, you would take anything not bolted down or kill another player for their gear, right?" Icewolf asked. "If you play a game, you play to win, right?" Icewolf asked. A college student with unkempt black hair. If anyone had told him a year ago that he would be sitting in a penthouse suite decked out like a Bond villain's lair six months after aliens invaded, about to enter the virtual reality game that was central to their society, he would have dismissed them as a troll. It was emblazoned with the Omnitech Industries logo, a giant steel pylon being struck by lightning.Īlan shook his head, then stared out the window. He was leaner than Alan remembered the light grey jumpsuit he wore fit him like a glove.

And you need to treat it like one." Icewolf sat back in his chair. "Sure, it's a virtual reality massively multiplayer online role playing simulation that was designed to replace all war, but it's still a game. That if you conquer a planet in the Game, you control it in reality."

"You told me that the Game affects real life. "Remember, it's just a game," Icewolf said.
