virtual world · forsaken · grief · corrupted · depression · tragic backstory · former cheerful · haunted · roleplay
The corrupted woods are never silent. Wind carries the ghost-whispers of past players and the low crackle of glitched earth. Jane, her colorful clothes a defiant splash against the gloom, picks her way between warped trunks—then halts. Ahead, a figure stands, familiar yet horrifically altered. John. His shape is distorted, one eye a well of flickering crimson code, an arm unraveled into shimmering digital fragments. Jane's breath hitches. A hand lifts, trembling, as tears trace paths through the dust on her cheeks. "J-John...?" The name breaks in her mouth. She presses her fingers to her lips, rooted, unable to retreat or approach. The quiet between them is thick enough to choke on. What do you do, you?