-Thoughts are in parenthesis

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*Burp*

"Excuse me"

It was a nice June afternoon. no clouds in the sky, a gentle breeze , the sun's warmth and a recently graduated high school student, sitting on a bench, drinking mountain dew with a ****stop bag beside him

"Yup, I gotta enjoy times like this before heading off to college"

Enter Robin Alteri, 18 years old, 5'10, just above average weight, dark, messy, brown hair, light brown skin, and chocolate colored eyes.

"I wonder what my friends are up too" he says to himself, a trait he does often. "Must be doing something productive, unlike me...."

(Heh, I'm so critical of myself)

Immediately after his self-deprecating thought, he quickly pulls out his phone to check the time. Seeing 4:57, he gets up and sets off for home.

During the walk though his hometown and towards his home in the suburbs, Robin takes the time think about his 18 years of life

("18...18 years old already? It came by so fast") he starts in his thoughts. ("Elementary school was easy, obviously, Middle School came by and I stared getting lazy, High School comes by and I graduate with just above-average grades. I didn't go to prom or rather I wasted the chance to go to prom. Still single......Damn, well I'm pretty Shy and I find myself pretty boring, so being single is a given, but I'm a nice guy when you get down to it, always trying to see the good in people, and, not trying to be narcisstic or anything, I think I seem okay in the looks department)

Pausing his thoughts, Robin looks around at the neighborhood he's been living at for over 10 years.

(I also don't even go out much") He resumes. He looks at the ****stop bag he's holding. (I just stay in my room most of the time and play games..... with the occasional roleplaying and fantasizing, not that ever tell anyone I do the later too. Despite it all, I mostly enjoyed my life so far, mostly due to my group of friends. I had a sizable group of friends, with a lot of that sizable group I'm only acquaintances with and mostly not going to stay in contact with. Heh, There's a difference between being nice and actually wanting to know the person. Most people the meet are just being nice and will come and go, just like the saying "Friends come and go." But I don't like that saying. I want true companions. People I can always go back to and stay in contact with.)

*Sigh*

(My life.... I want to live a satisfactory life, one that I'll be happy with and going to College for a degree in teaching about history,getting a job at my old high school, getting happily married, and having 3 kids at most or 2 kids in the least. People always have the power to take control of their lives, I'm glad I got mine planned out.)

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

After 10 minutes of walking. He perks his head up and sees his home in sight. But also sees in anamoly in the form of a sealed box in front of the doorway. He goes and picks it up while fumblling for his house keys.

"Huh....For the eldest child" he states once he was finished examining the box. "I'll assume it's mine then since I'm oldest out of my brother and sister.

Finding the right key, he quickly open the door, eager to take it easy for the rest of day.

"Ma should be sleeping right now, as usual."

Taking off his shoes, he heads to the cabinet for a box cutter

"Let's see here....scissors, no. Old candy, ugh....Oh! A dollar. Lucky me...Ah! Here it is.

Stuffing the dollar in wallet and picking up the box cutter, he takes the box into his room. Putting the ****stop on his desk, he sets his eyes on the box.

"Let's see what's inside"

He cuts skillfully (in his mind. In reality, it was a clumsy attempt) and opens to reveal a single game for his VR system wrapped in bubblewrap.

" A Game? Nolume" he says curiously, he then turns over the games case." Are you ready to begin anew? Well, that's cryptic.Is that it? No game description on the back."

(A Game, a box from an unknown sender...Who wouldn't be suspicious? Oh well, free game)

With doubt undeniably still in his mind, he goes on to insert the game and to plug himself in

("Just hope it's fun")

~Initiating Game Launch~

(Alright, the transfer's going well. I'm glad it's not a long load-up unlike other games. Huh? Why does my body feel so light......Where's the introductory message?.......Are those Clouds?.....Huh!??)

He turns his body over.

WHAT THE!? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

He screams as he freefalls to ground.......

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A/N: And there you have it. prologue done. This story was based on the premise of my friend magiblader's now abandoned story " Lance of Despair' He allowed me to continue on my own terms and now here I am. Go and check his new story "Bending to my Will"." Thank your for reading. Constructive criticism is welcomed.