Time in a capsule. People seek out escapes through countless avenues, but when the product is extra time to live—within an emerging digital world—everyone’s a customer. Game capsules transport players to a new world where time is perceived far more slowly. Why study for eight hours in the real world when you could get it all done in a single hour? Why work slowly? Why relax that way? Following this mentality, Chronicle has become more than a game for governments, businesses, and players alike. When Corbin Landrick, an unlucky but hardworking guy, finally gets his hands on a ChronPod, he jumps headfirst into his second life. While he struggles to plant both feet firmly on the ground in a world of magic and monsters, he finds out that virtual reality is what you make of it.

Games are an escape? The fickle whims of the gods force Dakkon to take that sentiment literally. The announcement of some grand tournament doesn’t equate to glory when its thrust upon him and threatens the life of his best friend. In the virtual world called Chronicle anyone could be hunting them. To keep his unusual friend safe, Dakkon goes on the run. But—why not use laying low to your advantage? Staying off the grid might just beget opportunity with the right amount of luck. Avoiding well-traveled roads can certainly have its upsides. It’s the trips to unusual places where parties can collect unlikely prizes. What secrets will Dakkon’s group uncover when they, too, are trying not to be to be discovered? Just how worried should they be?

Dakkon’s in trouble. Things have gone horribly wrong. But, so long as there’s still a glimmer of hope, it’s not too late, is it? With such high stakes, failure isn’t an option. He’s got to stay crisp. Frosty. Focused. Dakkon needs luck, skill, and a meteoric rise in power, however success won’t come so easily. Nature is cruel. Predators come in all shapes and sizes, especially when the land is warped by magic. Everything rests on Dakkon’s shoulders now, but perhaps someone can tell him: Elves. Why must they all be so damned uppity?