He sat in the dark of his room, the glow of the monitor fading, a small smile on his face. He had won, even if there was nothing left to rule.
For a second, ChaosLord stood alone in a white, empty expanse. The ultimate power. The ultimate control. Then, the screen flickered. A simple system message appeared in the center of his view: Disconnected: Server Crushed. [FREE ADMIN]: Explode All, Control All, Player ...
ChaosLord began with the command. Instantly, every player on the map froze. Their inputs were dead. Their avatars turned toward him in a synchronized, eerie bow. He walked through the ranks of the paralyzed, a god among mannequins. With a flick of his mouse, he forced them to dance, then to march into the sea, their chat bubbles filled with frantic, automated pleas he had scripted for them. "Time for the finale," he whispered. He sat in the dark of his room,
A sound like a thousand crashing cymbals tore through the audio. Every player, every building, and every tree erupted into a cloud of jagged polygons. The sky turned a searing crimson as the server’s CPU hit 100% capacity. Fragments of the lobby flew into the digital void. The ultimate power