Ali Mujahidin
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As salaam mualikum.
Many years ago, when Blizzard did a blitzkrieg on private servers, I told myself that one day I am going to develop an open source game that would give Blizzard a run for its money or give Blizzard's lawyers the runs, whichever comes first. I can get a server. No problem. I can get a server in a country that Blizzard cannot serve DMCA papers on. No problem. I can get a team of developers. No problem. I can get a team of developers who are itching to make Blizzard develop an acute case of gastroenteritis. No problem. I can write a story that would spin tales around what Blizzard is selling. Errr, minor problem here.
This kind of activity takes some creativity. So rather than let the idea die unborn, I am posting the beginning of the story here. Hopefully, everyone can have some fun making it grow into a full-flavored saga. It's meant to be an alternative world, a place where things are not always what they seem. Gamers should have some idea of what I am thinking about. Yet-to-be gamers are well-advised to investigate at their own risk.
So, brothers and sisters, allow me the pleasure of presenting,
Many years ago, when Blizzard did a blitzkrieg on private servers, I told myself that one day I am going to develop an open source game that would give Blizzard a run for its money or give Blizzard's lawyers the runs, whichever comes first. I can get a server. No problem. I can get a server in a country that Blizzard cannot serve DMCA papers on. No problem. I can get a team of developers. No problem. I can get a team of developers who are itching to make Blizzard develop an acute case of gastroenteritis. No problem. I can write a story that would spin tales around what Blizzard is selling. Errr, minor problem here.
This kind of activity takes some creativity. So rather than let the idea die unborn, I am posting the beginning of the story here. Hopefully, everyone can have some fun making it grow into a full-flavored saga. It's meant to be an alternative world, a place where things are not always what they seem. Gamers should have some idea of what I am thinking about. Yet-to-be gamers are well-advised to investigate at their own risk.
So, brothers and sisters, allow me the pleasure of presenting,
Shadows of Worlds
It was a dark and stormy night (<- reputedly the worsterestest way to start a story). I was many clicks away in cyber space. Suddenly there was a blinding flash of lightning followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Everything went blank. Totally dark. Nothing showed on my computer screen. Actually I couldn't even see where it was. Or where I was. I was sitting in the middle of nowhere in a light-less void.
Then I saw a tiny, little point of light. Could be from my computer screen. Not too sure. Moved my mouse. The point of light grew. I could see my mouse pointer at the edge of the glow. It was coming from my computer screen. Maybe. I clicked. Oddly, no audio feedback. Nothing tactile, too. The point of light was now the size of a dime. And still growing. Either that or I was moving towards it. The point of light became a twirl of kaleidoscopic colors. It went round and round with increasing speed. Either that or I was spinning round and round. The visual turbulence became a sensation of sound. It became a flash of light that rang in my ears. I shut my eyes.
After my heart beat had slowed down to sub-hundred speed, I opened my eyes. One at a time. Right eye first.
I saw a green field before me. Swaying waist-high verdant rushes stretched far into the horizon. That's odd. I couldn't remember having strewn my room with any super-fast-growing grass seeds. Must be something wrong with my right eye. Time to do a double-check. I opened my left eye.
And looked right into another eye. A big eye. Make that a very big eye. Bigger than my face. So near I could see the fine lines of the retina. Fine red lines. Red like in bloody red.
... to be continued.
So please feel free to add on to this story. Or give your comments and suggestions. Insha Allah.
Then I saw a tiny, little point of light. Could be from my computer screen. Not too sure. Moved my mouse. The point of light grew. I could see my mouse pointer at the edge of the glow. It was coming from my computer screen. Maybe. I clicked. Oddly, no audio feedback. Nothing tactile, too. The point of light was now the size of a dime. And still growing. Either that or I was moving towards it. The point of light became a twirl of kaleidoscopic colors. It went round and round with increasing speed. Either that or I was spinning round and round. The visual turbulence became a sensation of sound. It became a flash of light that rang in my ears. I shut my eyes.
After my heart beat had slowed down to sub-hundred speed, I opened my eyes. One at a time. Right eye first.
I saw a green field before me. Swaying waist-high verdant rushes stretched far into the horizon. That's odd. I couldn't remember having strewn my room with any super-fast-growing grass seeds. Must be something wrong with my right eye. Time to do a double-check. I opened my left eye.
And looked right into another eye. A big eye. Make that a very big eye. Bigger than my face. So near I could see the fine lines of the retina. Fine red lines. Red like in bloody red.
... to be continued.
So please feel free to add on to this story. Or give your comments and suggestions. Insha Allah.