Thread: The World Foxwriter/Dream Guide

Welcome to The World. The voice was smooth and soft, feminine and sultry. You have already gone through the character customization. The World was the biggest name in gaming since the first hand held gaming system. Full Immersion. You could see, feel, taste. There where age limits for certain things such as gore settings, nudity limits, foul language inhibitors. This was one of the few games rated All. Because you could set the ratings to G for the young kids, but could have XXX for anyone over eighteen. And that was customization as well, say you allowed the words Damn, but not the 'f-bomb' you could set it for that. Say your parents allowed you to look at the boobs but you weren't allowed to touch, that could be arranged. Everyone over the age of ten could play, and that was only because the immersion system wasn't recommended for anyone younger as it could cause, well, problems. They where working on it. It was more than that though, you could even set the world you played in, fantasy, Sci-fi, modern or more. Some people even came in and did Simulations. Which, was kind of stupid really but hey, to each their own. They could even set filters, like 'only girl NPC's, only Guy Npc's, allow Futa, allow other genders, some people could even include such things as tentacle, animals, whatever you wanted The World could provide. It could be a bit of a pain setting everything up, but once you had the base settings, changing little things was as easy as speaking. Providing the game was set to your voice commands. Parental Caps could not be 'worked around', so if a kid decided he wanted to see some boobs, he had to talk to mom and dad, though he could stop the program at any time and work within the parameters of the settings. Every game played was different, there was no end to the options of the truly, open world system. Every person talked to would be different, your actions would change how those people reacted to you, never ending quest lines that could keep people engaged for days on end. Though the system automatically saved and shut down after twelve hours of constant use and wouldn't turn back on until another twelve had passed. Safety features and all. The loading screen stopped in an instant, and the world began to load, settling you into a white room. A very white room. The floor, ceiling and walls where all white. There was single window, barred over with harsh metal. There would be no escape from that venue. There was a single, white, door with another barred window. A single mattress and a blanket was on the floor in one corner, a table was set in the middle of the room, also white, with two chairs, again white. There was a tea set on the Table, white cups, white teapot, white saucers and tiny white plates. A white serving platter was loaded with tiny finger sandwiches, soft white cake cut into tiny squares, stuffed pastries and some tiny single bite doughnuts. There was a small bow with sugar cubes and a small pitcher of cool cream for the tea that smelled like mint. The voice from before appeared. You have been Arrested by the Galactic Space Academy under suspicion of transporting rare Alchemical ingredients. Volatile, dangerous and highly illegal. Everything you own has been stripped from your person leaving you with only two bobby pins. the Voice announced. As expected, there are Two bobby pins in your inventory. As well as a white prisoners shirt and white prisoners pants. Before you can manage to do anything, the door opens and a young, pretty woman enters the room. According to the tag hovering over her head her name is Nira Nova. This is Nira Nova. She is in charge of the Galactic Space academy, or GSA. She Commands the Cadets with an iron fist and the GSA Handles all crime within their sector. The Voice informed him as the woman, with very well proportioned body and soft blond hair, large blue eyes and a set of glasses on her nose. Please have a seat. she ordered, examining you with sharp eyes. I'm sure your aware of why your here. She said, pouring a dash of milk into her cup and a single ice cube before pouring herself a cup of tea. please help yourself. We're a civilized society, I see no need to be rude to our guests, even if they are filthy thieves and back door smugglers. she admitted, smirking at him. so. Your in trouble here, but, there's hope for you yet. she admitted. you see. There's a job that needs doing, and none of my... Cadets, are up to the task. You, on the other hand, are desperate to stay out of prison, ad have the skills we might need. she admitted, nibbling on a piece of cake. you do a job for me, and I'll conveniently forget all about those nasty little things I found in your ship.