Life is extremely loud and disturbingly silent. Sometimes, we look for things to escape from life.

Drugs, Sports, Books, the Internet... all are a form of this escape. Some other form of the present.

John Dale, our portagonist..... is not one of those people. He's just a filthy casul, who heard about some game called Astera.

Time dilation, realism, clean air. What more could a person looking for a bit of extra time to go running ask for?

He never really understood, never really cared, that I was in control the whole time.