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Chapter 1: The World came to be

Oh, it’s been a while since I wrote stories. I hope it doesn’t turn up sucky.

And so, the World came to be.And the first being came into existence all of a sudden, like a stray thought manifested into flesh. His eyes were open the moment he materialized on the ground, naked and hungry. He was, in words from our world, a human boy. The first being looked upwards, into a sky of pure white. A small sphere was seen in the distance, its white perimeter darkened into a light shade of grey to contrast its distance from the white infinities. He looked down and saw the dirtless ground in the same color. His shadow formed a dim grey circle around his feet. His skin did not feel hot or cold. Blinking, he uttered the very first words of this world, those words that echoed in the loneliest corners of this world for the rest of eternity, those same words that will bring those who are lost back into safety for the eons to come.”Where am I?”His voice reverberated within the world, battering him with his own fear and doubt. He knelt down, eyes shut tight. And then the second words were uttered, those words that echoed where there was creation, and those same words that will weave into the threads of reality that form this world.”I wish… there’s someone with me.”The first being felt a warm pulsing from beneath his left hand. He pulled him arm up. A yellowish glow pulsed less than an inch from his open palm. He stared into the glow, not knowing what to do. His heart was pumped with excitement, though in back of his mind a hint of jealousy, that he was not alone anymore. The spherish glow buzzed, bobbing up and down in his palm. And then it spoke.

“What do you want me to be, my crafter?”

“I want you to be my friend.”

As the first being uttered the last syllable, sharp rays of yellow and green shot out violently from both his head and the glow. His eyes were momentarily blinded by the sudden flash, and when he could see again, his friend was standing in front if him, the yellowish glow still weakly pulsing from his body and faded away eventually.

The first being’s new friend was shaped similar to him, though he stood no taller than twice the height of his ankle. The miniature friend smiled, and the first being smiled back. And the world grew a little warmer. Drops of perspiration formed on the first being’s back. He felt strained, like a part of his mind wrung out and formed what was standing in front of him.

“What is my name, my crafter? And what is yours?”

“I don’t know. My crafter did not give me one.”

“You do not have a crafter. You are a crafter.” The friend smiled.

“Wait, how do you know more than I do?”

“I know as much as you do, my nameless crafter,” said the friend, as translucent yellow wings grew from his back. He fluttered around the first being. “The difference is that I am born of this world and you are not. You know all the answers to your own questions, my crafter. It is only a matter of time and place before you find them.”

“Will you help me?”

“Of course, my crafter. And before you find your true name, I shall remain nameless as well.”

“But where should I go? This world is empty. There is nothing but only you and me.”

“This world has everything that you could ever need and want,” said the friend. “Use your hands to craft, just like how you have crafted me.”

And so the building of the World began. The First Being crafted a clock, but did not set it into motion as the World was not ready for time to flow. He crafted hemispheres of Day and Night. He crafted a sky of clear blue, a sun of royal gold and stars and rainbows of every color in the spectrum. He crafted the season quadrants. All those he set aside, as time remained still. His friend stood guard to all these objects, ready to guide them into operation on the command of his crafter.

After all that was done, the First Being crafted the geography of the World. He dug the seas and piled the mountains. He shaped the tides and the winds. He erected towers and paved roads. Other than his winged friend, he was all alone. But somehow he knew that eventually this World will be filled with beings just like him, and another million types of beings who are unlike him. Halfway through he found himself standing on the other side of the World, looking up into a patch of clouds, seas and cities, dotted far above the skies.

The world was not flat, as he originally thought, but rather the interior of a hollow sphere. Nevertheless he worked on, perhaps finding an answer to all his questions – He was born in a world of emptiness, yet he has the ability to create something out of nothing. Surely, he thought, he must have came from somewhere.

After an eternity, the First Being was done. He stood proudly on top of the tallest tower, looking down and up into his creations. He crafted for himself garments of pure white, so that he does not forget the original color of this World. However, there was one last part of this World that was left untouched by his hands – the sphere at the center of the World.

“Let us go there, my friend. We shall make it our eternal home.” The First Being crafted a pair of wings into his skin, and hand in hand with his friend, flew towards the sphere. As they ascended, the First Being looked back down on the world.

He waved.

The first clock started to tick. The season quadrants began to turn. The winds began to blow.

And so, the world began.

In time, more beings of different builds came to this world, materializing in a split second like how the First Being did. They gave names to each other, as well as to every single thing in this World. They named their world Quasar, a self-sustaining microcosmos. They spoke of the sphere in the sky, and named it Meta, the Silent Moon.

The inhabitants of Quasar, like the First Being though not as powerful, had the power to craft matter out of their fingertips. They contributed to the World with their powers, adding myriads of unique objects that no one else in Quasar has never seen before. They entertained themselves by crafting little animate creations to fight against each other – a battle of wits than muscle, a war without blood.

For a world where wars are not fought over resources but over leisure, the once pastime soon became popular all over Quasar. Lavish arenas, each one distinctly different according to geographical location, are built to host such events, attracting crowds by the hundreds of thousands. In the arenas, people find fame and fortune, striving to be the best ‘battler’ of Quasar.

And beyond the clouds sits the Silent Moon. The First Being, still nameless, sits there and watches. He stands up, cracks his knuckles and sptretches his wings. Soon enough he shall revisit his world he created down below, joining the tournaments as a normal being. He marched happily back towards his self-crafted palace deep beneath the moon.

After all, boys will be boys.

The Quasr Story (can also be read from the game site):


March 28, 2007 - Posted by | Encephalon, Quasr Concept, Quasr Story, Quasr World Design


  1. WOW.

    This story is truly amazing. I love it.

    Comment by Slade | March 29, 2007 | Reply

  2. One thing, what is the difference between Quasr and Quasar?

    Comment by Slade | March 29, 2007 | Reply

  3. Quasr is the name of the game. Quasar is the name of the world. It’s like how Final Fantasy has nothing to do with the game.

    I suppose both can be used interchangably, but ‘Quasr’ is the name of the game.

    Comment by nowing | March 29, 2007 | Reply

  4. […] Here’s the first part. […]

    Pingback by The First Being takes a trip (and gets a name) « Hatchlings Games | April 3, 2007 | Reply

  5. […] Another setting The First Being takes a trip (And gets a name) […]

    Pingback by The Domed City of Pamira « Hatchlings Games | April 11, 2007 | Reply

  6. I almost cried when the nameless crafter said “I want you to be my friend”. Well, it was more like a rush of blood to the head(title of coldplay’s 2nd album).

    The clock… ahhh… I don’t know how to say… it is just brilliant!

    The end part, I don’t really get it. You mean the nameless went to the center and found other crafters?

    Comment by Iris | April 11, 2007 | Reply

  7. […] Another setting The First Being takes a trip (And gets a name) The domed city of Pamira […]

    Pingback by The Wind City of Cuelo « Hatchlings Games | April 12, 2007 | Reply

  8. The other people ‘appeared’ in the world like how TFB did, only much later. TFB is still alone there in his moon 🙂

    Comment by nowing | April 15, 2007 | Reply

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