Forget your flesh.
They built you a cage of comfortable static. We’re offering a way out.
Everwinter is a living novel — a 3D metaverse for immersive storytellers. Here, you will shed your limits, forge an identity from chrome and code, and write a story that bleeds into the frozen earth. This world is broken. Yours doesn’t have to be.
/me awakens from their off-world…at their final destination…from cryo-sleep…
Character Psyche
Your code is your soul. Our AI reads the ghost in your text and maps your character progression. Words don’t describe you — they define you.The Living World
Everwinter remembers. NPCs hold grudges. The city reacts to chaos. Weather, news, and power structures shift based on community stories.The AI Narrator
A rogue signal in the static. Encounters spark organically, connecting players in surprising ways. Companions guide you along the way.
Limitless Storytelling.
You’re not here for XP. You’re here for craft.
Everwinter is a terminal for the poets of the apocalypse. A canvas for architects of chrome, rust, and ruin. Choose your struggle. Police the chaos. Run the streets. Or carve out an empire.
Player-run factions, customizable avatars, dynamic turf wars, and a world that responds to your presence — this is more than roleplay. It’s worldbuilding in motion. Explore fragments of the lore below to help you dive in.
The sky cracked and the world froze. Oceans turned to glass, cities vanished into the snow, and civilization collapsed. What remains are haunted ruins and corrupted signals pulsing from forgotten vaults. The Fall was not an ending. It was an opening. Something slipped through the static when reality broke—something that changes you from the inside out.
The Structure: A vertical slum lit by dying neon and run on fragile heat grids. The Vaulted hide in protected spires while Runners move through the shadowed tunnels below.
The Life: Factions mark their turf with fluorescent graffiti. Player-run businesses offer warmth and work. Every layer is lived-in, every wall has a story.
The Pulse: This city is not scenery; it is alive. Power grids fail, news broadcasts shift with the chaos, and your story becomes part of its heartbeat.
Beyond the city walls, the world is a frozen echo. These are broken landscapes of irradiated suburbs and frostbitten outposts, hunted by the Outlanders who call this ruin home. At the edge of the map, a dead amusement park sits where the world first cracked open — a place haunted by the glitch that broke reality. Out here, time frays and memories collapse. This is not just a no-man’s-land. It’s a grave.
The fight for control never stopped. The Civil Authority enforces a cold, corporate order with steel and silence, their agents policing the chaos. But the streets answer with fire. Player-run factions — from smugglers to syndicates — carve out their own empires of turf and trade. Every victory is earned, every betrayal is remembered. Choose a side or play them against each other. The balance of power is in your hands.
You don’t just create a character. You shape a soul.
The Vaulted live in protected zones, clinging to status and control.
The Runners operate in the chaos below, surviving through grit and speed.
The Outlanders make homes in the wild and cold, far from the city’s reach.
The Synthetics wake with memories they cannot explain, questioning the nature of self.
Some arrive glitched, touched by something unexplainable. Others are drawn by the signal, unable to ignore its pull.
You decide who you are. The world will adapt. Or it will try to erase you.
An Immersive World.
The old world is dead. The sky shattered. Now six massive regions connect to form an unbroken frozen sprawl of survival and secrets.
Inside the city, heated businesses provide refuge and purpose. Runners dash through shadowed tunnels. The Vaulted hide in warmth above. Factions mark walls with graffiti — staking claim, making war. Every layer of the city is lived in and reactive. Beyond the gates lies the wasteland. Outlanders roam fractured suburbs and scorched outposts. Whispered rumors speak of an amusement park, frozen in time, haunted by the glitch that broke the world.
Jack In. No Install.
Your awakening is instant.
The moment you hit the button, a jolt of code surges through your system—straight from your browser. No downloads, no waiting. Your character stirs from cryo-stasis, a ghost torn from a forgotten past. A flickering hologram welcomes you, guiding your first steps as you sculpt your new form, learn the rules of this frozen world, and meet the veterans who endured its collapse.
Register now for your free avatar account in the Second Life metaverse and enter Everwinter directly. The onboarding experience begins the moment you arrive—create your character, claim your place in the story, and descend to the ice. Your literary life is waiting.
