Your hands are petite and feminine and as you look up you can see other individuals materializing before your very eyes. Before you could get lost in the senses of this world, your attention is instantly distracted by the sound of someone calling your name. This voice is familiar to you and prompts you to turn your head in the direction of the voice where you see a ridiculously beautiful blonde girl with pink beginning armor and skirt to match. She waves at you before approaching you and pushing through the crowd of new people logging in.
Granted this was the town of Beginnings, which meant she had to be your best friend that you just called on the phone only seconds of logging into the game. You call her by her nickname, causing her to grin and you grin right back.
"Pretty cool huh?" She asks and you only nod.
"Let's go questing!" You tell her and she immediately follows suit.
Unfortunately you two don't get very far into the neighboring meadow and are instantly pulled back to the town of beginnings.
"What the..." You gasp and find that you are trapped in a sea of multiple players asking questions to each other like they were lost.
You try to poke your head above the crowd to spot your best friend with no luck, then in a moment you could see silk red threading ooze through the cracks in the sky, as they instantly taint the skies with a glaring red warning sign.
A large cloaked man appears in the nest of red threading as his voice booms over everyone's, silencing them. His words begin to terrify you as he informs all that this game is real...if you die in the game you will be gone forever and you are trapped until all 100 levels are conquered.
Bright light blinds you for a second and now there is a mirror in your hand. The game master claims that this is a gift and as you gaze into the mirror you see your reflection...your real reflection. No longer do you have beautiful red locks or a flawless face, you are stuck with your wild long dark hair and plain dark brown eyes. Those flaws are now locked with you just as in the real world.
People are screaming, crying and gasping all around you that for a moment you want to wish that this isn't true and it can't be happening. But it is...it is...
Then your body begins to tremble...
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