Synopsis: Shanghaied into a universe of gamers who are in a constant fight for survival Ralph Bronson took the fight to 'Goddess Lyria.' After ignoring her for 20 years she forces the character back into the game. After a shouting match with her that ended with him refusing to worship or venerate her, he found himself in blackness.
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The world faded away for a second. He was in nothing but blackness. A light moved toward him and a woman walked forward inside the circle of light. Her footsteps made no sound as she appeared to walk on nothing but light. She stopped and looked at Raven, "It has been many centuries since one of our Game Masters has been killed."
Raven looked at her, "Does that mean I am free to go?"
She shook her head, "No. Let me start from the beginning. You chose to be here. Lillian brought you into her world. She was starving for players. She had a very high turnover rate. They would do stupid things like fuck her in the ass and get their heads cut off. She would kill them from her world but not from here.
She is allowed to mislead but not break the rules. She was barred from obtaining other players once you called her on the contract. She had to find a way to get you to agree, without coercion, to a new contract before she could bring in new players. She failed to do so. When you stopped worshiping her and calling her on her bluff, that killed her."
She laughed, "Most players just killed themselves to get out of her game. The most imaginative death was the last player before you. She was so frustrated with Lillian that she built a device, she was an artificer.
The device was a torture rack with swords set in it that covered the entire upper section of her body. She then purposely threw herself down a hillside. Every time her body hit the ground one sword would go in and pierce her heart.
Then another but it pulled the first out. Her heart was like a raw hamburger. That was the day before she finally pulled you out of the Elven Kingdom and decided she had to deal with your unwillingness to talk with her. Regardless you killed her."
Raven looked at her, "First, I never 'chose' to be here. I chose to sign up for a gaming group; not be brought here. Where did I agree to be brought here?"
She sighed and pulled forth the document he sighed; it was just a sign-up sheet for a gaming group. She then highlighted a section at the bottom of the page and blew it up almost a thousand times. It was a detailed contract; the language of which was not even English. "What language is this?"
She sighed, "Ancient Elven. As I said they are allowed to mislead but never lie." She translated the document over for him. He read through it all as he refused to acknowledge her until he finished reading everything. That seemed to annoy her.
He looked at her, "From what I read she broke this 'contract.' I use that word loosely as it is tantamount to signing a confession when you cannot read what you are confessing too. Injustice, who would I appeal this too? I called her on it and that killed her. That leaves me with no valid contract."
She sighed, "In a manner of speaking there is nothing in the contract about returning you, or that the powers that be would let you return. This is the standard contract she took it to the extreme in making it ancient elven and so small you could not even read it but she was allowed to mislead but not break the contract.
There is no appeal to it, it simply states the contract would be transferred to another goddess in this universe as written in case of a breach of the contract. Which you signed."
He looked at her, "You sanctioned kidnapping me here!"
She shook her head, "No you signed a document without fully reading it the first time. It does not make it any less legal. Your own courts and governments give you contracts all of the time written in 'legalize' that unless you were a lawyer you could not understand it or hope to understand it. Rarely are those in plain English. This is no different."
He shook his head, "This is completely different, it took away my rights!"
She sighed as she got more frustrated, "This is a copy of a contract you signed for college, and here is one for a used car place, and here is another from your middle school on your code of conduct covering free-speech. That YOU and YOUR parents acknowledged.
That the school had a right to censor disparaging remarks about other students of faculty. That is why all players brought here have to be over 18 years of age, to be legally binding as an adult in your former world."
He pointed, "Or get expelled."
She sighed, "No getting expelled here, assigned to a new homeroom and teacher here with the exact same contract for them. In every case, you signed away your ability to fight and protest given actions and to pay the associated costs. In this case, the cost was being transferred here to never be Mr. Ralph Bronson again."
He sighed, "I am not dead but I am not in a 'world' so what gives?"
She nodded, "Well normally we would see about making you a goddess except all of our goddesses are women. An unbreakable rule. The rule of changing sex is also unbreakable. Having one life, that depends on the goddess overseeing the game.
Some allow you to bring in a new character. Some allow players in the world to know other players. They may have twenty to thirty groups running around the world at any given time. Before you ask, I cannot put you with Kerria.
The player for that character has moved on. Every time they move on, they forget about their previous life and world. You forget about the previous lives, except your entry point. The fact you came in from Earth and the entry room.
You are simply another missing person. You do not actually age here as you exist as your own imagination. As bound energy in a new genetic shell. You have no physical body to go back to."
Raven groaned out, "I killed a goddess who was a Game Master. Do I get some sort of prize for that? Seeing as I cannot be another sick psychotic masochist Deity Game Master? I Mastered her Game."
She looked at Raven, "Not all are like her. You only got to the third waypoint before she pulled the court crap on you. Holding you at level 15 for 20 years. If she had gotten you to 20 you would have moved worlds and with no worshipers at that point, she would be dead. Same if she killed you or you willfully killed yourself. You greatly weakened her position the way you did that.
She kept you from completing that life. From moving beyond that waypoint inn before she pulled you back. Our next one I will ensure is not like that. Yes, you get something. Several things actually. You can retain as much or as little of your previous character as you like. You will know the universal rules and game rules for the world you go into.