Chapter 1 - This is not a story of despair, but a story of hope.

Are you bored of the different aspects of reality,

are you bored of the mundane life where every single task is only a repitition of you're previous day,

or do you simply just want to flee?

Come join us in Libertatem online - freedom is what you make it.

I've possibly heard that sentance so many times that I can cite it by heart - freedom is what you make it; It's such an interesting thought, and I'd probably believe it too in the right circumstances. Anyway Libertatem online, huh. It's definitely something intriguing.

The concept Is that It's a whole new world where you can do pretty much everything you could think of - the problem lays in information. Even though people have known about this game for about two whole years there is litterally almost zero information about it, except of course, that It's a game based on freedom of choice.

"Whatever", I said out loud while changing the channel. I was trying to find a channel that didn't actually talk about the game. Since It's release was tomorrow there wasn't a single TV channel out there that didn't talk about the game and It's mysteries - I can't afford it anyway because you'll need to buy an entire VR capsule.

There should be about an hour before mother comes home, so there's really no time to actually do anything but watch reruns of Simpsons 60th season.

Funny how the world Is supposed to have solved poverty with It's new World government - a comon political authority, or The World State as they call It, and by "they" I mean the people that are actually controling most of the world - yet my family still has a freaking TV in 2116, and not a wide screen or whatever they were called back then but an actually regular squared box. Well It's in color so I shouldn't be complaining.

As I was lost in my thought complaining about my sorry life I heard the usual creaking noise, which brought a chill to my spine, as the front gate was slowly opening.

"Fuck, she wasn't supposed be home for another hour or so"

I quickly turned the TV off and ran towards my room - my heart beating so fast that It felt like It was trying to escape from something, which It probably was. I've been down this road so many times before but It doesn't get any less scary.

Sitting in the corner of my bed I heard the front door opening. Please, please don't let it be one of those days.

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"Jason, get out here! Immediately!"

Then It dawned on me and I couldn't breath - she had been drinking - it felt as if someone was trying to choke me. My heart was racing and all I wanted was to curl up into a ball, but I knew that It would only make things worse.

I opened the door to my room and went out to the living room, where convienently the front door also was. On my way out I was almost overwhelmed by the staggering smell of alcohol embracing the room. It almost brought a tear to my eye.

"Yes, mother"

"I've had..." She paused and started to look at me with a clear disgust in her eye.

"I've had a bad day at work, and you know what that means right?"

"Yes, mother"

I've encountered this situation many times before, and every single time I do I'll tell myself that next time I will stand up to her, I will fight back. But seeing, and hearing the disgust in her expressions breaks me, the fear breaks me - fear can somehow make a moth seem the size of a bull elephant.

"Good boy, now come here"

I slowly walk over towards her while the fear travels in my veins, however, It never makes its way to my facial muscels or skin; even though my complexion was quite pale, I didn't show fear. It would only make things worse as mother sees fear as a sign of weakness, which would only be a handicap in this "perfect world" as The World State calls it.

While I stand beside her she continues to stare at me with her look of disgust. It felt like an enternity but was probably just a couple of seconds until she starts beating me, but only in the face as It's the only thing that reminds her about my father.

I'm so weak. I need to change.

Those were the last words I thought until everything went black, until i gave in to the pain.

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So I'm not really into the whole idea of half-assed fast chapters which means you'll need to brace yourself for slower release but longer chapters. This is my first story and I hope you like it! Don't worry we'll dive into Libertatem Online next chapter.

PS: This fiction will be mostly about the game but also (hopefully) about personal growth and relationship. Don't see this as just another I go into the game and level up and get stronger yay!

Anyways I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing! Please leave feedback!