Reddit: My Deep Verse Story [M]

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I want to tell my story. I hope this helps someone.

Back in my college days, in the halls of Rupublic Tech, I got really into the Deep Verse. Everyone on campus was going on and on about it back in the day. It was a place in the Dataverse that even Coruscant couldn’t monitor. It was a place where people were free to be themselves without the ever-watching eye of big brother. My friend and I would often chuckle about it, chattering about our favorite aspects about the place; like the site that shared exclusively Emporor Palpatine jokes, or the places you could easily get non-empire-approved drugs.

But one aspect we talked the most about was the sites you could only access through the uncensored tabs. I always find it funny when I hear younger people talk about Dante’s Abyss like it’s the end-all be-all of violence and gore. Clearly none of them have been uncensored on the Deep Verse. My favorite site at the time was “The Underverse Archive.” Videos taken by people who’ve been to hell and back. I’ve seen people get ripped limb through limb, body parts flying which way and the person still being very much alive through it. I’ve seen a demon rape a woman in the pool of blood and guts that was her son. I’ve seen a man’s rib cage pulled outward by an imp’s claws and I saw the bones cursed to walk like spider legs on the ground, dragging the screaming agonizing man along with it. My friends would always talk in private about the horrors that we witnessed, like it was some sort of game to us.

One day, I was on a forum centered on shapeshifting prostitutes. With a simple down payment, you could have a hooker come to your house and take the form of whatever person you ever wanted to fuck. Anyone. Period. I had long had sexual fantasies about Tyrande Whisperwind, (I was into elf chicks, okay?) so, that summer, I got a job and I worked all season and managed to build up enough money to afford one. I contacted the site supervisors and though a video conference, we set up a time and date

I got my best cologne on and waited naked in my living room. Right on the dot, a light rapping came upon the door. There she was, Tyrande, at my stoop. She was exactly as foxy as in my perverted dreams. We didn’t bother with pleasantries, I didn’t want to. As soon as she shut the door, she was dropping out of the little red dress I requested her to be in. We just got right into; she was on top of me in a cowgirl position.

I was so close to finishing when the unthinkable happened. Suddenly, blood was everywhere. Blood was spilling all over me, covering me in a cartoonish fashion. I looked up and there was a stump where her head used to be, and standing close by was me, holding a red stained machete. We never locked the door, and in my excitement, I never noticed the second shapeshifter come in. The other me looked down and directly into my eyes. The malicious grin he was sporting as blood continued to spurt from his kill gives me nightmares to this day.

He pulled the corpse off of me and tossed her aside. He approached me with the knife. I was frozen in terror, uncertain what my imposter had planned for me. But instead, he dropped the blade beside me, gave me a polite bow, and left.

Confused, and soaked with blood, it took me a second to piece together what had transpired, and how much trouble I was in. He just killed a woman in my house with a blade that now had my fingerprints on it. Hyperventilating, I quickly ran from my home. By the time I came to my senses, the troopers had already come to investigate.

Now I live in Tier Six. I live my life in hiding from the law. I’ve taken to sleeping amongst rats and decay. Sometimes I come to the surface; sometimes I risk it to see my old school again for nostalgia’s sake. I overhear the conversations sometimes. The Deep Verse is still as popular as ever amongst the young. If any of you are reading this now, you will know me. I’m quite the celebrity there; the famed “Twins Behead Elf Chick While Fucking Her” video.

I’m typing this in one of the terminals. If my story helps one other person from getting in this mess as well, then at least my struggles weren’t in vain. Careful what you do in the Deep Verse.