[ [Hogun]: We don't have time—Red, Queen, cover me. I need to check the map!
I dropped to a knee behind a jagged stone and pulled the map from my inventory. A flickering, tattered hologram projected above the paper—our location blinking red, and just ahead…
Two paths.
[Red]: Well, how bad could they be? Pick one and let's go.
[Hogun]: Red… have you already forgotten who built this server?
I jabbed a finger at the left path.
[Hogun]: The Feral Forest. Alessia made it. The same Alessia who was obsessed with zombie animals, plague ecosystems, and cursed virology systems. That forest has wolves with seven eyes, fungal bears, and birds that scream in binary. If we so much as inhale, we risk turning into skinless deer-things.
Queen blinked, not even bothering to hide her disgust.
[Hogun]: And Cannibal Valley? That was Alex's domain. The guy who binge-watched every cannibal horror film ever made, and ran five D&D campaigns where the twist was always 'you get eaten slowly over days.'
[Red]: With powers, though. They have powers, right?
[Hogun]: Yes, Red. Cannibals with elemental magic and vore-based alchemy. Do you want to be turned into chili by a fire-witch with a meat cleaver?
Queen just crossed her arms and muttered under her breath.
[Queen]: I still can't believe this server was legal. How did we not get sued or banned?
[Hogun]: We technically didn't. We just got flagged as 'experimental horror-fantasy sandbox RP with light PvP.'
[Red]: I voted for the horse biome.
[Queen]: Of course you did.
[And more]
[Red]: …I once soft-reset 8,000 times for a Shiny Rayquaza.
[Queen]: We're dead.
[Hogun]: Not yet. Choose—Cannibal Valley or Feral Forest.
Silence fell.
Then Red smirked.
[Red]: Let's go Feral. At least zombie animals don't cook you alive.
[Queen]: And I've got anti-virus buffs still running.
[Hogun]: Feral Forest it is.
[Will our heroes survive]
Hogun: We need to move fast. This fog's the kind that thinks.
[Queen]: Don't let it touch skin. This is Alessia's work—some of the spores read your DNA and try to mutate you based on trauma memory.
Red stopped cold.
[Red]: What the hell does that even mean?!
[Hogun]: It means if you got bit by a dog when you were five, you might grow teeth on your ribs and start barking.
[Red]: …I'm suddenly very aware of my childhood trauma.
We pushed forward, deeper into the fogline, moving from bone-paved ground to swampy marsh riddled with half-eaten mutant animals. Wolves with six legs and a second head growing from their spine watched us from the shadows, eyes glowing with static. One flinched, but Queen turned and hissed at it like a cat. It fled.
[Queen]: Still got the predator tag mod enabled. Thank god.
[Let us see the chaos unfold]
[Red]: You've gotta be kidding me. Why is there a Vault out here?!
[Hogun]: Grap's side-vault. He must've offloaded some Warhammer horror to the forest for 'ecological testing.'
[Queen]: Like a friendly Nurgling test?
[Hogun]: Like a Tyranid nest buried under the marsh.
Suddenly, a massive bipedal shape moved between the trees—chitin-clad, plated, glowing with green ooze. It didn't roar.
It clicked.
[Red]: THAT IS A TYRANID.
[Queen]: IT'S A BIO-TITAN.
[Next chapter]
Bone cracked underfoot. Fog screamed. Something overhead flapped wings made of skinless, stitched meat. The trees groaned as the apex predator of a Warhammer-bred nightmare moved toward us with terrible, alien intelligence. The sound of Trazyn's laugh echoed again—soft, amused, like this was all part of some ancient museum tour.
(distant echo)
[Trazyn]: This will make a fine addition to my exhibit.
As we fled, Red shouted back:
[Red]: WHO DESIGNS A SERVER LIKE THIS?!
[Queen]: WE DID!
And in that moment, I didn't know what terrified me more—
The fact that we were being hunted by a galactic collector and a mutant bio-titan…
Or that somewhere deep in my admin memory… I remembered there was something worse ahead.
And it had wings, I hate my life and this server, and the fact that we have to cross the Blades Mountain next.
[Yes I will upload the full one after th exams ]