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King's Haunt

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Parts 2
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Reads 57
Votes 10
Parts 2
Time 11m

Mature

future immersive videogame

A long time ago, the first immersive game was made. They called it Candy Land and it was the biggest hit on the market since the Mars move. The world became obsessed and lived their lives through the game... until people began to die. By some strange accident, people that died in Candy Land, stayed dead. The game industry took a big hit and the world hit a lull. A new game went into development and was later released to the world. He he hold the people, holds the lands. Hovel Inc later released the game Epoch. Epoch has become the largest game between the worlds. 

In Epoch, You can be what you wish. A human, a creature, a monster. The game provides you with many options. You can earn exp and gold. Make a life for yourself in a whole new world. Make friends and enemies or become the greatest of them all, I don't care. Join a guild and be a part of a real society. The kingdom is always looking for new soldiers. *Wink Wonk*All Rights Reserved

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荒原始生

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