I am also on Royal Road. Same name. If you see anyone else with my name or my novels, tell me and report them.
In 2049, the capital of the Baltic Union glitters with digital displays atop glass towers, but one job for a hardware pirate cell drags a fifteen-year-old boy into an unforgettable night he regrets ever saying "yes" to.
Get Rekt, Get Rezzed, Get Good. What ensues when a 28-year-old NEET pub stomps his way to the top in a janky arena shooter, but ends up getting pwned by a caffeine addiction? Apparently, not oblivion. Nope, even more fragging. For real, this time. In the game itself. Real hellish arenas, real ...