"Well, the M.C.H was designed by a woman named Kessy Falmi. She's a neuroscientist. Working with engineers, she was able to come up with a design and helmet that would link the human mind with processes that are man-made. It has been almost twelve years. The best we could do was sync videos and allow multiple users to sit in a virtual lobby to watch a film. While this is very cool, since you can enjoy a movie with a friend in another country, it's nothing all too special."

He kept on talking, and the viewers on the live stream sent messages out of pure boredom at the history lesson.

Anyone: Boring, I want to see the new game.

Ann-Jane: It will be coming up soon, kids these days!

Anyone: Shut up old hag!

Nathan just switched off the chat as he saw it devolving further. He already disliked human contact, but found himself further disappointed when he read comments on the internet.

"It's only the one percent who are this vocal. But still, it makes me sick..." Nathan mumbled as he continued to watch the stream.

"Gaming was not possible until another company released specialised tools. These tools allowed people to use imagination and MCH coding knowledge to make the game. It was genius, though so far only Drax and I can use it correctly out of thirty staff so far. It's a very limiting software."

Nathan almost threw his mouse in rage, his anger flaring up as he wanted to yell and shout at the top of his voice. Seeing the smug smiles on the faces of his previous partners, he let all his frustrations out.

"a.s.sholes! I did all the work, all you're doing is using previous systems and then adding junk on! You're pirates... No, you are worse than pirates!"

He continued to curse at the computer, his fist shaking at the screen as he felt like tossing the entire console outside. Maybe he could become a hermit living in the woods.

"That won't work, I love my computer too much..."

The broadcast carried on, with the host asking another question as Nathan raged in the background.

"So, what is your game about? I heard it was a modern world war simulator."

The announcer gave the audience a brief overview, even showing some video previews of the game.

"Well, Mike, Our game is called Battle For All, or B.F.A for short. We do like shorter names like that. It's about the world collapsing due to resource shortages, and you are one of the few to stand up and try to rebuild the world. It involves much more than just first-person shooting, as it will also incorporate nation-building elements as clans will rebuild areas. Quests are dynamic, and large clans in control of areas can also issue quests. We have many features, but sadly too many to discuss on this livestream."

The livestream began wrapping up with an announcement of the game coming out in just a few weeks. The whole thing had left Nathan in a terrible mood as he closed the stream early, quickly loading up some of the files on his computer.

"a.s.sholes, it's been almost seven years. I've been sitting here doing nothing. Hah, you wis.h.!.+ I've spent these years making my own game. Since I can use the systems correctly, I've managed to put together a game that will trump anything you could do. Fantasy is always more loved than modern games!"

He launched the game on his computer, allowing the files to load as he opened the box next to his bed. Inside was a large metal helmet with a rusty hue. The old device had seen much use during the time it was in service.

Nathan plugged all the cables into the back of his computer, the helmet lighting up as he slid onto his bed. Fastening the helmet, he accessed the back door, opening up the game as his vision faded, connecting to the local server.

During his loading, he watched the sky come into view, clouds forming rapidly below him as he walked towards the testing area. He was in an extensive testing arena with many items, walls and NPCs which wandered aimlessly.

"Celorian, can you make sure that all of the files are ready to go, we are going to package and test the game using settings three, other settings are too unstable."

Coming towards him was a stunning woman dressed in all black. The dress she wore gave her a model-like appearance, though closer to a fantasy style than a modern version.

She was around his height, being just under six feet tall. Her features almost perfect, with a soft but kind looking face, a toned figure that would draw any man's gaze, and a flawless face with no imperfections, looking almost doll-like. It was closer to porcelain than anything else. She had a timeless look to her. She was the first NPC he had created. It took him several years of improvement before he could get her to act as his a.s.sistant. Sometimes, the look in her eyes almost had him mistake her as an actual human.

"It's almost like she has a soul, well I used the same structure on everyone else so everyone will look realistic. I bet those jacka.s.ses with their sucky modern game will be jealous of this!"

He finished uploading the final files for the completed game. His excitement at reaching this point already overshadowed his frustrations with those traitorous thieves. He looked to his a.s.sistant, still chuckling.

"Thank you for your help. It's time to go make history."

His body faded from the world, leaving his a.s.sistant staring at the s.p.a.ce he had vanished from. Her emotions changed as her expression morphed from uninterested to guilty.

"I'm sorry, father, you will thank me afterwards. This world has clouded you and will eventually destroy you. Please forgive me." She spoke these final words before the entire world went black, the test world shutting down.