The sunlight unceremoniously filled the room of Emma Rocha. The mechanical [b][i]beep beep beep[/i][/b] of the alarm blared, waking her as she scrambled to silence it. [b][color=Lightblue]"Another day, another dollar."[/color][/b] She remarked sarcastically to no one in particular. Every morning seemed to follow the same monotonous routine unending. [i][color=lightblue][b]Wake up, take a shower, get dressed, brush your teeth, the joys of cosmetics, and than it was time to go downstairs for breakfast downstairs for breakfast.[/b][/color][/i] She wasn't a complicated dresser. A sweatshirt (It was cold out, after all), a plain white t-shirt, and tight jeans. She still pulled it off, at least in her opinion. Breakfast wasn't so simple. Due to the families schedule breakfast was often the only meal she actually ate with her parents, so it had a certain flair. Today it was chocolate chip pancakes. Fattening, but delicious all the same. As the sound of clicking utensils filled the room Emma's thoughts wandered, [b][i][color=Lightblue]There's something devilish about DGO... last night I seemed to be fighting for my life, pledging allegiance to a king who was merely another teenager struggling to succeed. It feels so unreal... DGO seems so ephemeral, it's all just simulated experiences with no meaning... but sometimes the question rises, if a world like DGO can be so immaculately faked what's to prove this world is real?[/color][/i][/b] 

Her train of thought was suddenly disrupted by the sound of her father clearing his throat, begging her attention. "You're zoning out, Emma, have you been playing [i]that game[/i] all night again?" He questioned disapprovingly. [b][color=lightblue]"No."[/color][/b] She said, shaking her head. She wasn't very convincing. She didn't like lying, least of all to her parents, but she wanted to avoid another lecture. It came anyways. "I know when you're lying young lady. I know that game seems important... I mean, it is, but there's more to life than it. Once you get through school it'll be gone, and what'll really matter is what's up here." He pointed to his own head. It was a lecture she got often. Her dad did not make his dislike of DGO a secret. [b][i][color=lightblue]Only because he was never any good at it.[/color][/i][/b] She thought glumly to herself. She finished her meal, excusing herself. Time to put everything together for school. Her thoughts turned back to the events of last night. [b][i][color=Lightblue]I wonder who you really are, Black King? Yoshino Tsugumi? I'll find out... to think I so sternly swore my loyalty to a kid my own age, maybe even younger, whose power comes from a video game. How silly.[/color][/i][/b]

Emma's supplies gathered in her backpack she left from Purple Crown Academy. She shouted goodbye. She wasn't entirely sure if anyone heard her. The walk there was short. Luckily enough her home was very close to the Academy, only a few minutes away. She arrived. Class wasn't starting for a while, so it was off the the enigmatically named 'Arena'. Fortunately there was no actual fighting on campus. The school-sanctioned kind, at least. Emma headed inside. It was always a hive of activity, with food, people, and games. It was interesting the way Purple Crown embraced 'gaming', not only for recreation, but in the form of DGO, a part of the curriculum. She caught sight of her usual group of friends. She strode over and greeted them. If she could, she would search for one of the players she met in DGO last night, but that was near impossible. They're only a drop in an ocean of students.