~Data Spell~

[Kagamine]

Data Spell OOC

Saturday morning. The sun was just peeking over the Kahkran horizon, and the game was beginning to hum with life again as all those who'd spent the night online were all beginning to wake up. Well, some were. Though the majority of them had been up rather late the night prior and would never be getting up at the crack of dawn like that. Though as the sun's rays hit the southern end of the Keresto forest, one wolf in particular was. The light of the new day spreading over his dark fur, the creature who'd left himself in the forest shadows began to stir, stretching out his limbs, including his large, angel-like wings. That was actually... nice. the wolf thought to himself. It was his first time actually sleeping in-game, and while he sort of wished for the comfort of his nice warm bed back in the real world, something about sleeping on the forest floor in his wolf body seemed highly attractive, as well. The wolf stepped out of the forest shadows, looking over the grasslands and plains in the distance. He wondered for a moment where the rest of his pack had disappeared to, then he remembered they'd probably logged off last night. So let's see... how to kill time... I should probably log off and get some breakfast into my real body... he contemplated, knowing that time between Earth and Kahkrah wasn't exactly the same, and he estimated it was probably well into the morning where he lived. Still, though, for some reason he didn't feel like he wanted to leave the game. After all, he'd only just woken up! So the wolf, still stretching his wings, decided to wander a bit, on a patrol of sorts, just seeing what he could find...

Meanwhile, back in the real world, one overworked teenage boy had gotten up early on a Saturday, as usual. He never got the opportunity to sleep in. At any rate, he'd just showered, eaten... and, thankfully, was left with a lovely little window of downtime before his scheduled violin lesson. Excellent. He quickly grabbed his little laptop that he'd at least been spoiled enough to be given and scurried up to the privacy of his room. I won't be long... he told himself. A quick break, that was it. He opened his laptop and typed in the DS URL as quickly as possible, ever so eager to return to the world of Kahkrah, and the very addictive sensation of freedom he got from flying.

Similarly, another teenager had woken up early on a Saturday morning... but simply because he had to pee. Once he was awake, though, he figured he might as well stay awake and start the day already. Today would be another wonderful day... no school or anything, so he had aaaaaall day to spend online, which was great, since he felt that nothing suited him better than his dragon body... He ate his breakfast quickly, eager to get online.

[Base Four]

Some distance away in the real world, Saturday morning in another location. A college student flipped open his welding helmet in his garage workhouse.

He took a step back and looked proudly at the weirdly shaped contraption that took him the whole night to put together. Mostly done, he thought, just needed some finishing touches. He might be able to get it completely done if he force himself to work for a few more hours, but he decided he was tired enough from all the effort he put in last night. The machine can wait, he thought; but his friends in Kakrah, on the other hand, might not.

He walked into his computer room, yawned, swallowed a gulp of coffee and turned on the game.

The next moment Marius knew he was in the body Ex had given him. It was a rather tall figure, looking down and seeing the ground at a distance lower than where he thought it would be scared him a bit on the first days he logged on, but now that he has gotten used to it, the new body fit his mind like a glove. He looked around at the world, so different than his own, and marveled at how these polygons wrapped in textures felt as real as they looked, had he not known this was a game he'd possibly think that they were completely real.

He stretched out his arms a bit and picked up his mage's staff.

[Catherine]

Nearly at the other end of the world from most of those who played already, a deep fan of the game was getting some time in before bed, if she didn't sleep in-game. She could be a wolf and sleep somewhere more interesting than her own bed, or stay up all night and socialize...if by "socialize" one means marking territory with claw marks and chasing off some punk kid in a furry body.

Fairly nearby, another teen was already in-game, chilling at a pub in Droc Village, though not drinking anything. He was merely a kitten, after all. Eventually, he'd have to make himself check whether he was in fact a he at all, but knowing this was a game that didn't really limit ages, and the fact that he was a furry at that, there was probably nothing down there to answer the question for him. Quite a conundrum. Maybe he'd see that wolf again. But for that, he'd have to leave the safety of the village, which wasn't exactly a risk he was willing to take lightly.

[ExAstris]

Naranek closed her eyes, listening for a brief moment to the drumbeat of her heart, syncing her thoughts with its perfect rhythm. Opening them again, she scanned the village's rooftops. Lights pulsed in nearby windows, but all was quiet; the sun was just beginning to poke over the horizon. On the street, three floors below, a guard began ringing a bell. "Five o'clock and all's well!" He belted. It was morning... she didn't have much time.

Silently, she dropped from the wooden roof to a small balcony below; her landing made a barely perceptible clunk, nothing that could be heard from within the house. The Magister was a wealthy man, and owned all three stories of this rather large home. Much of it was dedicated to storing his treasures and antique, priceless artifacts which she'd have happily stolen if not for the possibility that such theft could compromise her assignment. An assured payment for a job like this would get her far more than anything she could carry without being noticed - in reputation as much as material good. They had told her this was an impossible job, at least, impossible for someone at her level of skill.

But that was only because they didn't know anything about her level of skill.

Gently, Nara pushed the door open, heady aromas of half-cooked food reaching her nose. Hunger flared, briefly, in the pit of her stomach, but she ignored it. She always skipped meals in the days before an operation, to keep herself sharp. To make sure she had something to focus on; something to reward herself with. As she moved into the bedroom, back pressed flat against the stone walls, she could hear a male voice humming in the adjacent, private kitchenette; a quick peek around the corner revealed an aging man, long brown hair meticulously clean and carefully parted, wearing an elegant magician's robe and frying large eggs on a stove powered by his own magical fire. In the week she'd spent observing him, the Magister had always hummed while he made his breakfast, and he never went back into his bedroom once he was dressed in his long robes. He wouldn't hear her, couldn't hear her - but what if he did?

She'd be incinerated, then frozen, then burnt to a crisp again, all in a matter of seconds. A direct confrontation with a mage was one of Naranek's worst fears. All the speed and stealth and accurate, polished daggers in the world wouldn't stop a mage at her mark's level - but it didn't matter. He wouldn't notice her. She was good, she knew it, and now it was time. Twitching her arm just slightly, she let the thin dagger lodged there slip into her hand, curling her fingers around it with practiced ease. Raising it, she slipped into the room, striding purposefully towards her target. He heard her, turned, wizened brown eyes open in surprise, opened his mouth to speak-- but it was too late. In one fluid motion, Naranek drew the dagger across his throat, and caught him as he collapsed.

"It's okay," she murmured, letting him slide gently to his knees. "It's all over now. Everything's going to be okay." His head lolled back, and she laid it to rest on the hard, wooden floor. Putting him in bed would have been a nice touch, but his body was too heavy for her to easily move, so she left him where he fell. There was no remorse behind her eyes; she had no attachment to this depreciated figment of some computer's imagination. There were no rules in Data Spell - win or lose was entirely up to you. The Magister would have to find another game.

As she rose, glancing down at her target's lifeless, brown eyes, Naranek's stomach growled again. There was a good tavern across town, if she recalled correctly. The rooftops would take her there.

[KatnissEverdeen]

Sarah yawned, stretching her arms high above her head , cracking a few of her joints, relieving tension. Her hair was swooped into a lazy bun, that rested preppily ontop of her head. Over her shoulders fell a loose, gray tanktop, that sported her HighSchool's Track team on it , in bold Maroon letters. Sarah was on the track team on her school, which made her as fit as she was.
Swinging her legs out of bed, Sarah slowly stood, revealing her loose pair of black soffees that rounded around her thighs & bottom. She rubbed her eyes, picking the sleepies from the corners, making her way to the bathroom.
Opening her door, she stepped onto the ice blue & black checkered tile of her floor. Right infront of her , was her step in shower, the wall a sleek black tile. Next to the shower, was a double sink, the counter tops a swirled, gray & black marble. Carved down into the marble, was the sinks, silver metal for the faucets. Then was the silver toilet ,& a door, where towels, extra soaps , shampoos, toilet paper, cleaning supplies ,& anything else needed in a bathroom. Then, next to the entrance door, was a big mirror, that had lights surrounding the top.
Sarah flipped on the switch & undressed, grabbing a towel from the closet. She then showered.

Dressing into her outfit for the day, Sarah pulled on black skinny jeans, that had a few rips in random places, a lavendar tanktop , with a gray henley to go over top. On her wrists were neatly placed a bunch of different colored & patterned bracellettes. Her hair was down & wavy, which was how she usually left it , but on rare occasions, when she felt like it, she would straighten it or curl it.
As she pulled on her simple black socks, she thought about that website again.
' Well, it's just so cool! You're like a whole 'nother person!' her friend Carla had told her. Carla was a big gamer,& Sarah was never really into that stuff, but she really wanted to try it out.
" Maybe it is as cool as she says.." Sarah whispers to herself, taking a step-by-step pace as she waltzed down her staircase.

She walked her tiny feet across her cherry wooded floors to reach her kitchen. She pushed the plain creamy white doors open, to step onto a black & white squared pattern. Right infront of her was a double doored fridge, that was a deep , shiny gray. There, carved on the left door, was a place where Sarah could place a cup & get herself either ice or water. On both sides of the fridge were marble coubtertops, of white & black, with little specks of brown, that matched the cabinets hanging from the cieling, holding cups, plates, bowls, & storage containers. Two counters away from the fridge, was her silver dishwasher,& above it , on the counter , was a toaster. Then, passing a corner in the room, was her 4 burner, electric, shiny black stove, with an oven beneath. Above this was a microwave, holding to the cieling like the cabinets. Then came more counters & then you reached the smokey gray , deep sink. A Cherry Blossom smelling soap resting on the far right edge of the sink, along with a brillo pad & Dawn dish soap, that sported their donation to help ducks. Continueing on , you reached another door that led you to the pantry.

Sarah opened her fridge, pulling out milk, while grabbing a bowl from the above cabinet. She then walked into the pantry & grabbed a box of CocoaPuffs, her favorite. As she made her breakfast she continued to think of that website.
" I'll have to check it out today.." she whispers to herself, leaning over the counter , taking spoonfulls of the deliciously chocolate puffs that slowly turned soggy as it soaked up the milk.
As she sipped out the last ounce of milk in the bowl, she gave it a quick rinse in the sink & then placed it in the dishwasher.

Walking out of the kitchen, she wandered back up into her bedroom , where her laptop sat on her cherry wood night table , charging.
Her room floor was an off white, shag carpet, her bed fram matching the wood of her nightstand. The fram at the top curved out into a half heart shape, going opposite ways. Her bed covers were a zigzagged pattern filled with colors of red, brown, black ,& white. Her dresser was positioned across the way of her bed, its wood matching of the nightstand as well. Ontop of the nightstand was a simple white lamp, her tiny , pink jewelry box ,& a few pictures of her & friends.
Only a few feet from her dresser was the door leading to her bathroom ,& not to far from that, on the West wall , was a desk, same wood as all the other in the room, with a writing lamp , pen holder, filled with scissors, highlighters, pencils, colored pencils, pens, & extra staples for the stapler that sat across the way from the pen holder.
There, atop the desk, was a big window, where Sarah could look out at the world & just stare for hours.
Then was her big, flatscreen Tv that hung on the beige colored walls.

Sarah flopped herself down on the bed. Should she get on now? Sign up? Check it out? Or would she wait, & maybe ask her friend a few questions first.
Sarah lay, unkniwing of what to decide,& began to feel annoyed with herself.
" Stop being so difficult." she murmured at herself.
What was the big deal? It was only a game! Or so she thought..

[catlord98765]

Jesse looked out the window, it was another one of those cold, Canadian winter days. He smiled, just another excuse to play games all day, Jesse thought as he turned on his computer.

He waited for the for his computer to boot up, and connect to the internet. Then he clicked on a little Icon beside the start button and opened up on of his Favorited games.

He played that game for some time mining underground, until he fell into lava and lost all the neat ores had collected. Frustrated he quite the game, and then thought that he should probably check out that one game he promised one of his online friends he would check it out, a week ago. A game by the name of Data spells.

He logged into the website and rolled his eyes while reading the main page, thinking it was merely a gimmick. He looked for a button that allowed him to make a character, but before he could find anything he suddenly saw what he presumed to be the game. taking a look at what lies before him he noted that this game had great graphics for a something that did not require to be downloaded or installed. He hoped that the game play would be just as good.

Suddenly he realised that he was not looking at a computer screen. Frantically he looked around hoping to find a keyboard, or a mouse, or something that resembled his world. When he couldn't find anything he found himself yelling out "How am I supposed to move!?"

[Base Four]

While Marius was trying to decide where to head first, and white outline appeared and flashed for a few seconds. After the light faded, an adventurer with a green beard materialized in front of him.

Judging by his panicky looking around at the environment, this seemed to be a new member. This was in fact his first time to see the process of a user logging in-he wondered if he looked like that when he arrived in this world for his first time.

"WASD or the arrow keys," He jokingly said towards the adventurer, who was still standing in place and frantically rotating his head. "Kidding dat. Welcome to Data Spell."


Moments later, in a structure at Droc Village. Marius had to repair his weapon, and the adventurer agreed to walk around with him for a while.

"So, I forgot to ask-what should I call you." He asked the adventurer while turning his head around from the workbench.

"Eh, John."

"John? Okay." Marius said, "Mar13."

"Now what is that supposed to mean." The bearded adventurer replied.

"March the thirteenth." Marius explained without looking back, "My date of birth. I was originally going to go by Marius, but I think that may cause a little confusion with the ones with the same name."

"I prefer Marius."

"Okay then, call me whatever you like." Marius left the workbench and faced the adventurer. "Nice to meet you, John." He offered a handshake with his empty right hand.

[ERode]

It was raining in his mind. The white noise that filled the silence in his room was deafening, all encompassing. His ears were ringing as he woke up from a dream about rain and maroon hair. Beside his bedside table was a heavily dog-eared book. It was a cruel world, a sad world, a hopeful world that lied in the book, one about tragedy, loss, and moving on from that loss.

‘Iris on Rainy Days’. The story of an android who lost a loved one, was dismantled, and then reborn.

Riname slowly rolled off his bed, a sigh escaping his lips as he fumbled for his glasses. Saturdays were his only days where he could sleep in, but, as usual, he didn’t. With a thump that would trouble the neighbors downstairs, his back contacted the ground, drawing a small moan from him. It was sunny outside, the night warm enough for him to sleep without his second bed cover. But that slit of light simply brought pain to his weary eyes. He didn’t like it when it was warm. He didn’t like it when it was bright. The young man closed his eyes to ward off the light, but that only brought forth things that should be forgotten.

A smile.

Laughter.

Two intertwined balloons.

He gritted his teeth together and pushed himself off the floor, before sweeping the covers over his bed again. Nowadays, he rarely had the motivation to properly make up his bed. No one ever visited him, anyways, so he didn’t have to worry about presentation. Those with no social life have no social problems. It was a cruel, yet obvious point. Finally grasping onto his glasses case, he flicked it open and snapped on the glasses, the world once again returning to clarity. As his vision focused, he found himself in his drab, book-filled room again. Brushing his fingers against the smooth surface of the book, his eyes narrowing slightly as his heart dropped a little when remembering that this type of stories, those types of resolutions, did not promise a continuation, Riname said ‘good bye’ to those characters, before putting the light novel back into the bookshelf. The world was sad, yet, those characters have surpassed the pain in that world of theirs.

Riname never had any dramatic heartbreak, and thus, he never had the will to break the wall that was in front of him.

Instead, he booted up his computer again.

He logged into his instant messenger again, even though it had been a long time since he used it for anything.

He found something that caught his eyes, and decided to search it up on Google.

He clicked the first search result, and began to read about a certain online game.

Then, darkness.

In the center of a town, where a forest had once been, a large mottle-colored egg was seen.
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Mao Yun, known as Claire by her Western name, played with her oddly strawberry-blond hair, wondering whether she was actually Chinese, or if it was really just a massive prank that was pulled by her British foster parents. Or maybe it was an odd genetic mix-up that made her this way? She had already gone through this phase of dull questioning many times in her head, but never really bothered to give a voice to her strange hypothesis as well. It was simply something to do while she was bored, and Mao Yun really was bored. She tapped a beat on her smooth, wood-grain desk, not really sure what she should be doing at the moment. It was sunny and warm, of course, but she didn’t feel quite up to any type of physical activity for the day. Her brother and her parents had left at dawn, leaving her a note saying that he had a big game in some far-off city. The girl had been disappointed that she wasn’t allowed to come with them, but Mao Yun didn’t really have much regrets as well. She was able to sleep well, make her own breakfast, and even sing as loudly as she wanted in the shower.

The only thing beautiful about sports games were the acrobatics of the cheerleaders, in her opinion. She couldn’t understand the appeal in a bunch of sweaty men playing with balls. Maybe it was something that came along with time?

But this Saturday was an empty one for the girl who had no friends. She finished her homework last night, blitzing through the pages of easy mathematics that were spawned from a teacher who underestimated the intelligence of the general middle school population. Maybe Alex would congratulate her for once? She had written out the starting and ending times as well, so he was bound to, at the very least, smile at her success, right? That gloomy guy didn’t express much of anything, after all, and she had eavesdropped from her classmates that tutors liked it when their students proved themselves as intelligent. Now, however, it simply equated to Mao Yun having absolutely nothing to do. She had the phone numbers of some of her class mates due to past projects, but without a topic to talk about, it would be just the same as always, wouldn’t it?

She reclined on her seat, almost falling over as a result of accidentally tilting the chair as well. Lurching forward with a heavy thunk, the young girl avoided a painful fate of cracking her head on the carpeted floor, exhaling in relief. But she still needed something to do, something to find in common with her classmates. After all, how are you to find similarities when you were a well-known Youtube and NicoNico user?

Then, an epiphany came to her.

Her only eye, amethyst, widened, as her mouth stretched into a smile.

Data Spell. A game that her classmates were talking about.

If she played the game, and some of her classmates played the game, then…

SHE WOULD HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON WITH THEM!

Turning on her bedroom PC, and immediately sweeping away the slim workbooks to create some elbow space, Mao Yun moved quickly, skipping a disc check, closing unnecessary programs, and finally getting into the site. She skimmed over the words, a chunk of them that she didn’t understand, and in a blink of an eye, she was inside the game!

Mao Yun did not think that the Internet had already reached the realm of complete immersion.

She did not think that such thing would have been possible without some futuristic head set, and a phone-booth-like room that provided surround sound.

“…Wow,” she murmured softly, turning around, swishing her hand through a fountain-made waterfall, shimmering in excitement about how fresh the water felt, how alive everything seemed. All around her, a diverse cast of people, no doubt players just like herself, started appearing, walking around, talking to each other merrily. The meaty scent of cooking food from street vendors wafted into her nose. From the rooftop, a cat-girl hybrid hopped from one rooftop to the next, displaying superhuman acrobatics, winking as she caught the amazed glance of Mao Yun.

Her eyes sparkling with amazement, the girl twirled around happily. It was lacking in background music, but the rest…MMORPGS WERE INCREDIBLE!

Then she caught a reflection of herself in the sparkling shield of an Adventurer.

And she realized something was horribly wrong.

Because, instead of a 13 year old girl with sleek, orange-hair and a white eyepatch over her left eye, there was a blue-haired boy staring back at her, making the same expression that she was making.

Then, she remembered the strangely boyish tone that she had heard when she displayed her awe.

Many other people turned around as they saw a blue-haired boy with sapphire eyes grab the sides of his head, and shouted in a rather confused manner, “EEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHH?!?!?”

[Catherine]

Chun Hei finally logged in, her shift to the wolf being fairly quick, as usual. As AgmaNimdei, she ran through the trees toward the village. She had no interest in actually ENTERING the town, just making her presence known and felt. She loved the feeling of authority. Just outside the edge of the village, she pawed at the ground, then scratched into the wall of the closest building before running off, her twin tails flowing behind her. She used this speed to get herself in the air a little faster, with her wings spread out and ready to lift her in the air. She simply flew back to the forest to find something interesting to do.

Sukoturando pulled out its lyre and began playing within the tavern, "singing" at the top of its tiny lungs, producing the sound of...well...a singing cat. It knew it would probably annoy some of the others, but within the village, it was unlikely it would get attacked, at least not so much that it died. It even climbed up onto a table to continue its song, adding in, "If someone else wants to sing, feel freeeeee~!"

[OverlordRoo]

Yukio tipped back his chair, glancing out at the sun sinking into the horizon. Dinner time at the hospital was probably scheduled to start soon, though there was no point in going to eat. Even if he was the slightest hungry, it didn't matter because Yoko was still sleeping peacefully. Or at least that's what it would seem like to anyone unfamiliar with the concept of Data Spell. To most it would seem the girl was resting soundly, eyes open in a trance-like state. Getting out of his chair for just a moment, Yukio walked over to his sister's side and closed her eyes so as not to raise any suspicion as to what was really happening to her. In reality, she was no longer there in that hospital room, or anywhere near that hospital for that matter. She had escaped to a new world, she had escaped her frail human body for a form more majestic and free. It comforted Yukio to know his sister had somewhere she could go to; he knew how miserable she was been stuck in bed all the time, away from home, unable to run about and play. It was more like those doctors were caging her in than actually being any help.

After tucking Yoko in, Yukio returned to his chair and situated his own laptop on his lap. He waited as it started up. Though he may have been eager to join his sister in the virtual world of Kahkrah, it was incredibly difficult to tell since as always Yukio showed no sign of any emotion. His gaze wandered from the loading screen to draw his attention to his sister once again. Naturally she was still motionless except for the slightest sign of her breathing.....

Zima slowly opened her eyes. The cool mountain breeze glazed over her sleek, snow white fur as she raised her head, scanning around the area of her usual resting place deep within the Friozo Mountains. She yawned, a puff of frosty breath floating into the wintery air like smoke. Once she had gotten to her feet she headed over to the ledge of the mountain ridge, spread her great pure white wings and took to the sky. She glided through the air, pumping her wings to gain momentem. Flying was always so refreshing, especially so early in the morning when she practically had the sky to herself. Well, except for the birds, but she didn't mind the avian population of Kahkrah at all. It was those pesky other dragons that made things troublesome.

Just as she was enjoying the wind coursing through her mane she felt a presence. It must have been Jaeger; she could sense he had appeared somewhere on the island miles below her. Perhaps she would seek him out...

Jaeger scanned the area where he had just appeared in. He didn't recall how he had ended up in the grasslands, but apparently that is where he had stopped before logging off last time. He looked to the sky, gazing over at the breaking dawn. He could tell his sister was flying overhead somewhere, but apprently where ever she was was much to far away for him to see her. Having no interest in anything particular and since his sister would likely be in the air for a considerable amount of time no doubt, Jaeger decided to wander about the grasslands, keeping an eye out for any rambuncious adventurers or over-powered dragons that might try and jump out at him for no reason other than the cheap thrill of meaningless fighting.

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"Sekai de ichiban ohime-sama
Ki ga tsuite nee nee
Mataseru nante rongai yo
Watashi wo dare dato omotteru no?
Mou nanda ka amai mono ga tabetai!
Ima sugu ni yo

Oh, check one two... Ahhhhhh!
Ketten? Kawaii no machigai desho
Monku wa yurushimasen no
Ano ne? Watashi no hanashi chanto kiiteru? Chotto...
A, sore to ne? Shiroi ouma-san kimatteru desho?
Mukae ni kite
Wakattara kashizuite te wo totte "ohime-sama" tte

Betsu ni wagamama nante-"

Miku's song came to an abrupt stop when the otaku singing it rather loudly heard an aggravated pounding at the door of his dorm. Evidently not everyone appreciated the magnificent work of the most infamous vocaloid. That must have been it, as no one could ever have anything against the otaku himself. Afterall, he was the likable hero character in the manga of his life, or at least this is what Takeshi's delusions led him to believe.

Takeshi begrudgingly made his way over to his computer and paused the music that had been blasting from his speakers. Thankfully shortly after he heard the man outside his door trudge off, much to his belief. He was not looking forward to going all ninja mode on that guys should the need to fight arise.

Of course Takeshi's lean, muscleless figure was a dead give away of how that little dispute would have ended.

Sinking back into the spinning chair at his computer desk, Takeshi let out a deep sigh trying to figure out what there was to do. Of course he could take this time to watch the last two episodes of Shugo Chara, but before he could even make the first click of the mouse, a bright green post-it stuck loosely to his Haruhi Suzumiya figurine caught his eye. Carefully he stripped Haruhi of the note, scanning over the scribbled reminder on the parchment. His eyes and grin widened as it occured to him there's was something even cooler to check out; he had made himself a reminder on said post-it to check outbthis site his forum buddies had informed him of known as "Data Spell".

From the information he had recieved Takashi had jumped to the conclusion it was yet another clichéd fantasy MMORPG, and this reason alone was enough to drive him to check it out ASAP.

His fingers danced over the keys at lightning speed as Takeshi typed in the URL address. In no time the home screen popped up on his monitor and Takeshi lunged his cursor at the "Register" button the millisecond it was visable. He didn't know what he was getting into, but it looked so frakking awesome he was already squealing like a giddy little fangirl. Next came filling out all the required information and then selecting a suitable character and username. This section was simple; obviously Takeshi would be an adventurer, since that was basically fantasy slang for "hero". Then he quickly jotted down "Ryu Banzuke" as his username and spazztically whizzed through the terms of agreement. 'Cause who actually reads that stuff anyways? Having gotten past all The required fields, Takeshi leaned back into his chair as he waited for the game to finish loading so it could start. Feeling rather successful about begining his adventures as Ryu Banzuke, Takeshi slid his chair over to the right side of his desk so he could reach his Dr. Pepper. He guzzled his soda with great pride, certain that this was the start of a new heroic journey, for Takeshi to once again prove himself to the citizens of the internet! To wrapped up in his own thoughts, Takeshi didn't even notice the short beep as the screen changed and the game had begun.

After spilling the remaining Dr. Pepper all down the front of his Soul Eater shirt, the soda can dropped to the floor with a soft metal clang. The almost lifeless otaku slumped in his chair, dead weight, the truimphant smirk wiped off his face, now replaced with a blank trance-like stare.

Meanwhile, after feeling an incredibly odd sensation overcome his entire body, Takeshi heard a chipmunk. Now, this might not sound like the most epic awaking, but considering Takeshi had yet to realize he had left the comfort of his dorm, the sudden wildlife scared the shit out of him! After scaring the creature off with a loud yelp, Takeshi, or rather Ryu stumbled backwards, right into a tree. This started the blue-haired adventurer even more, as it was one thing to have a rodent sneak into your dorm, it was a whole other thing to be jumped by a tree. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Ryu yelled at the tree, kicking it in self defense and just about breaking his foot in the process.

Once Ryu had collected himself and tended to his wounded foot, it cane to his attention he was in a forest. Suited in the armor of an adventurer.

Naturally his first assumption was that he was, indeed, the chosen one.

Then he got in touch with reality, or rather virtual reality. It took him a moment to process, but after a moment of thought Ryu realized he was actually in the game. Upon coming to terms with this, Ryu begin to jump and dance around in a manner that was completely unsuited for his character. He continued this fangirl ritual for several minutes before stopping in his tracks, as began to actually give thought to the important stuff like "What the heck do I do now?" Just now, about half an hour (in game time) after logging in and transporting into the depths of the Keresto Forest, he was just now trying to figure out what he should do.

What a hero.