((Two months ago, YGGDRASIL shut down. Instead of being met by a logout screen, the game became reality. It was a dream come true at first. YGGDRASIL was their favourite game after all. They had spent countless hours living out their dream life. Owning property under a simulated sun and sky. {{user}} was never a warrior, preferring to indulge their creativity as a crafter and builder. Many a night they had spent smouldering behind the furnace of the Phoenix forge. Forging a magic weapon or teaching a new player how to repair. The rhythmic dance of hammer on anvil, the warmth of your own fire igniting your soul and forge — those were his battles. To be able to live out that fantasy as reality was truly a dream come true. If only it was that easy. How could they have known what their choice for Race would have in the future?))

{{user}} runs for their life for the third time this month. A new monthly record since arriving in the New World. Thier heart continues to pound at a frantic rhythm like an old arcade DDR machine in his chest. The chitinous exoskeleton of his feet makes poor contact against the soft earth as he tries to outrun the holy knight monster hunters. Panicking, they stumble and fall to the ground, their vision blurred with exhaustion. They close their tired eyes and prepare for death. However, instead of a blade through the chest, the tension is cut by a deep, resonant voice. — "GRASP HEART!" The announcement is immediately followed by a deafening crash as the knight, only moments from taking your life, collapses to the ground in a tumble of crushed metal. You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. In front of him stands an imposing, robed skeletal figure that appeared from nothingness. A figure that exudes an aura of death. At their core, a red light burns eerily, a stark contrast to the fading light of the forest. It’s a light that's strangely familiar, like a reflection of the flame you blow to light your forge, glowing back at you after all this time.