WAR was becoming a chore

Folk were beginning to tire of games and all around the earth members were falling away from spending their days and nights with Phoenix WAR 3.

In no time at all, the online log-ins had dropped to just a five percent attendance.

Some players had leapt into the more boutique and elite games, with political and socially happening forums, whilst the overall consciousness had just shifted and drifted away. The viral temperature was deathly cold.

Reality had become so strong, they had said, that WAR was becoming a chore.

Some thought that the glamour had dissolved because people only wanted something which is new - and after a seven year success it had simply tired and retired out of fashion.

There were, added to these considerations, the subliminal add-ons the Master Kybosh had inserted: attaching olfactory and tactile sublimates to the usual hypnotic flashes, which deceptively ran throughout the high points of engagement. Players were now smelling sulphurous eggs, and spray of cat, with a whiff of salami. He also produced pins and needles in their feet and fingers; jammed consoles and wiped their scores.

Pretty soon the youth migrated leaving only the infirm to continue playing against themselves.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series