FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

Memories

Draven momentarily forgot about the food. Something was very, very wrong.

“The women were not real?” he asked the boy. “If they aren’t real…?”

The boy shook his head in disappointment, as if the old man in front of him could have done better than those lines. Draven did not want to think of himself in the same sentence with ‘old.’ The game was definitely playing on both his inward and outward appearance.

“What are they then?” he pressed further.

“They were very much real,” the boy said to him. “They exist because people have been dwelling in the outside world for far too long.”

“What do you mean?”

‘It’s pretty simple, really. People die and then don’t return early to the game, so those inside the game suffer the consequences.”

Draven straightened. “I don’t understand…”

“What don’t you understand?" I’ve laid it out pretty well. I don’t have time to waste on someone who fainted because he was hungry. If you were that hungry, why don’t you just pluck fruit and eat it? How hard ca