Once More!

“The point of what?” Winterfresh almost too innocently asked. “Of winning at this. Up and down, back and forth. If I win, I get bored or at least I’m supposed to get bored, and then start all over again. Is that…the game? Am I just supposed to say “Well, once more!” and act like nothing has been lost?” Dithers asked. The Rogue blades and cloak began to sink into the ground and the wind picked up a bit. That same fog Dithers had seen outside Winterfresh’s window began to fan out around them. They were moving again. “You don’t have to just be a player anymore Dithers. You can be something more. How would you like…to be a Gamemaster?” The fog cleared again and they were standing on top of the central temple. It was the place where all the players went after they died, a spot where you could heal any wound or have any limb regenerated. People moved to and fro, the crowd becoming a creature in of itself, made up of the many players. Gamemasters walked about, barking orders and keeping people in line. Dithers himself had gotten into a few fights with them. Every dispute, every question was answered by the GM’s. They were the human rulers of the game, the undisputed authority. “Now that you’ve gotten a better grasp of the game, you’ll be able to help others come along to where you are now,” Winterfresh offered. The GM’s did not specifically ever interfere with game life but rather acted as stewards. Whenever you were trapped or encountering a problem within the game, you could call on them and one would appear to solve your problems. Maybe not in your favor and if it was busy enough they never showed up at all, but they were the go-to guys. They had absolute power over anyone in the game, final say on anything at all amongst the mere players. Dithers was tempted.