Driving wasn't easy. Driving was damn hard, and she was only 14 to boot. Was she even allowed to drive in this game? Nies Hellum found that she didn't care, as she wore in and out, like a crazy person towards the Black City. She let out a squeal, enjoying herself, and for the first time in a long time, Nies felt free. She laughed, slamming her foot onto the accelerator to rocket off. 

She wanted to do this all the time. She wanted to feel this freedom, every day. Nies was sure she was smiling like an idiot, but she didn't care. No one knew who she was in DGO. She could probably line dance, and make a complete fool of herself, and still know one would know who she was. It gave her a strange sort of thrill, and not even the thought that she was alone, could barely fight and was only level three could bring her down. 

So what if she got herself killed? So what? You couldn't go through life terrified, and you couldn't just stay hidden in DGO. For the first time, she saw a massive flaw in DGO. Why sould a game dictate your whole life? If you made mistakes, you shouldn't be punished for it. That was life, wasn't it? Nies turned the wheel violently, avoiding a boulder and causing the car to go on two wheels. Her heart pounded, not from fear, but from adrenaline, as she let out a whoop, laughing like a maniac. 

She soon arrived at the Black city, parking the car with some success. It was crooked, but at least she didn't crash into anything. Nies looked about, with curiosity. Maybe JUkebox had made his way here, if he had logged in. She was curious, and wanted to know if that had been him this morning with the music. Still, she didn't let that stop her. 

She had made it to the city, by herself after all.