Prologue
A dirtied
breath of smoke and ashes went into my lungs as I was woken up to an explosion
from outside my cell. The concrete blocks enough to weaken my cell's wall
leading outside, I verified. I gave it one good kick, and then it crumbled into
pieces. A day of being drunk in the prison is already enough. Why rush it?!
Wait... Me being drunk...? When?
Why was I in a
cell? I'm in my... hunting clothes? Hunting clothes? Wha..? Wait... I can't be in
the game! That VMMORPG... I do remember logging out of it... So what... is happening
right now?! I'm not in Imaginatory! Tch... Only one way to find out...?
Imaginatory is
a VMMORPG that well; you could cast magic in and wield swords and the like.
It's a game. Why am I in a game?! I knew I logged out quite some time ago, but
why am I still here?! It's the year 3120... Of course it is... Is it?
I ran to a
certain direction out of the prison, hoping that I wouldn't be randomly shot by
some guard or whatever. Bro, there's no jail in Imaginatory. It's a damn game.
Why would I be in prison for, farming minions and experience?!
I don't know
how I got into a forest and all, but alright. I never even saw a forest when I
got out... I tapped on the air in front of me. No console. No anything that will
pop up in front of me when I would tap on the air when I'm out of combat. Am I
really in a game?!
Xenia! Xenia Triphrom! Wake the hell up!
Eep! Ack... My
head...
"What the hell
are you sleepin' on?! It's the damn competition!"
"Serppo... Lemme rub my eyes..." And so I did, seeing me on the sofa at first, but
focused on the brunette mage in front of me wearing his robe and all. I wonder
if he would like to get a heat stroke...
"You're still in your 'sleeping clothes!' What the hell man! I want to burn
some booty! Come on, come on, come on!"
"Dammit..." I still just want to sleep...
"Xenia... DAMMIT WAKE THE HELL UP!"
Ouch.