An infinitely vast sea of stars stretches out, bringing cosmic beauty and intrigue to all who gaze upon it. Within this endless field of glowing dots, 4 spheres of light flicker into existence, their light no less than the heavenly bodies. They were colored black, white, blue and pink. Slowly, they all descended towards a flourishing world, the lands were green and the waters a deep shade of blue. The world was suspended in space, receiving warmth and light from a nearby star. A bluish moon floated beside the world, its surface cragged yet not as peaceful as one might assume.
The orbs gently cascaded downwards towards the clouds, passing through them unhindered. Moments after, alongside the sound of glass shattering, they all shot in the 4 cardinal directions. The red orb shot towards the east, it glided across the sky as it tore through the air without even a whisper. Eventually, it approached an immense mountain that touched the roof of the world, it pierced through it like a sword. Atop this mountain was a ruined temple, wherein a statue of a beautiful goddess stood strong without even a blemish nor scratch.
The red orb shot into the temple and stopped right in front of the statue, its crimson light shedding away the darkness that covered the interior of the structure. Instantly, a bright light was emitted from the statue, the darkness now truly gone as the walls and stones of the ruin shimmered with an ethereal glow. From the statue walked out a ghostly form of the goddess, her beauty truly unmatched."Welcome, Mr. Sanchez.". she smiled warmly to the orb, bowing slightly.
The orb then started to vibrate, with a popping sound, it turned into the visage of a male humanoid."Wow, the journey was quite scenic. I'm pretty impressed, but I'm sure Theo would shrug it off like the rich prick that he is." "I was warned that you would be direct, I'm rather amused.", she said with a chuckle, her smile blooming so brightly that it made Victor freeze for a bit.
"...Yeah." (Victor)
"Are you ready now to hear the brief explanation of what's going to happen?" (Goddess)
"Pretty sure we've been told of this, but why not. Just in case I forget shit, because I probably already have." (Victor)
"Very well.", the Goddess nodded, she waved her hand as a window popped up in front of him, showing a very expansive list of what he assumed to be the races. Just from a glance, there were probably tens to hundreds of choices that he'd have to look into. There were even racial mixtures like the half-elf or the half-orc. "Welcome to the world of Mifaral, a world filled with adventure and magic, kingdoms and empires, demons and gods, and many other fantastical things!", after saying that, she closed her mouth and looked at Victor, waiting.
"...That's it? No long-ass explanations about how amazing the world is, of what I could do, or any other boasts that all games have?" (Victor)
"Mr. Sanchez, this is merely a world made for research and the collection of data. Though you might view this as a game of sorts, we are using this simulation to further our knowledge in the field of virtual reality. We've near perfected the sensory replications, but that's only for singular or a small group of people. Our aim is to find out how to connect large amounts of people into the same simulation, without overloading the system with their own experiences. Unlike the finished product that we desire, you will be experiencing 100% of the world. You CAN go insane in this program, should the situation you're in is enough to cause it. Now, I suggest you look through the races, for none of you will be able to start unless all of you have chosen your race. Choose 5 that you find interesting. But be wary, some of those races haven't been tested properly yet, particularly those branded as aberrant. They are dangerous, and will cause complications if you use them.", after bombarding him with that speech, she gave a sweet smile and stayed quiet.
"...Ech.", Victor grumbled and complained mentally, not knowing the Goddess had the ability to read his thoughts, and now started to look through the list. There was a lot of interesting races, most of which he hadn't even heard or would imagine of. Water Rat? Who would agree to call an entire race that? After looking at the list, he pressed on the ones he liked, and after he all of them, the list disappeared. What appeared next was a window that had listed the ones he chose.
Choose your race! Goblin Goliath Merfolk Orc Tiefling
Looking at it, Victor tapped on them. Nothing happened. With squinted eyes, he pressed on them even longer, expecting another window to pop-up with descriptions of the races he chose. Again, no reaction. Grunting, he looked at the Goddess with a raised brow, his questioning eyes looking at her without shame. She smiled and calmly replied,"No explanations will be provided, Mr. Sanchez."
"...Though I'd love to have an argument with you about that, I'll just think to myself. Ass.", after saying that last bit, he put his hand to his chin and started to ponder on what race he'd choose. The reason he chose those was because he had some vague ideas on what they were. He was an avid fan of high fantasy-related content, old and new, and these races were very common, particularly the orcs.
Whenever he played RPG games, rarely was he the type that would cast spells from afar, using up time to cast them. He'd be either the rogue, tank, or the warrior in most games, fighting the enemy up-close in personal or sneaking behind them to deal a catastrophic amount of damage. He finds attacking enemies from afar to be boring, thus he chose the races he believes have the most likely chance of being fighters.
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Goblins were small, sneaky, and very ugly. They're usually shown to have high dexterity alongside an uncanny ability in keeping themselves away from hairy situations by hiding in the shadows. Goliaths, huge muscleheads that stand out in a crowd with both their height and appearance, they'd work best as tanks who carry the huge tower shields or barbarians that swing the greataxes with ease.
Orcs were basically like the goliaths, except more wild and suited for war. Most of the times they're shown as the enemies of the side that lean towards the light, but that doesn't necessarily have to mean they have to be evil. Mermen were seen as the masters of the sea, they live in underwater tribes or kingdoms, honing themselves to become powerful warriors. Some of them even become wandering mercenaries or greedy pirates, terrorizing the shores with their amazing skill.
As for tieflings, they're depicted as the offspring of demons and another race, they're known to have some degree of talent when it comes to magic. He chose them mainly because he believes he'd look cool with having horns, hooves or a tail. But he also has to consider that this is more like a new life than an actual game, the race he'll choose might be hated or discriminated heavily in the world. Though he wouldn't call himself a smart person, he's still someone who can look at things from different perspectives.
"...Is there racial discrimination in this world?", he tentatively asked the woman, though he was expecting either silence or a cryptic answer.
"In some parts of the world, yes. From the races you've chosen, the least looked with favor are the goblins, but that doesn't mean they'd be killed on sight. They're just generally accepted as misfits, but that's it. Only specific places take it to the extreme of killing other races without hesitation.", she replied as she brushed her hair to the side, that smile still on her face.
"...Wow, you actually answered.", he had an very exaggerated look of surprise on his face, as if he was mocking her in some way. Since the racism in the world isn't as widespread as he assumed, he could now freely choose from all of them, but he still hasn't decided. As he gazed at the choices, the woman's form faintly shimmered.
"One of your companions has chos- Two of your companions have chosen their race." (Goddess)
"Goddamnit, woman. Stop pressuring me! Fuck it, I'll just be a super strong beefcake.", he further narrowed down his choices to the orc and the goliath. Though both of them were strong, each had their own advantage and disadvantage. Just as he was about to randomly pick one, an idea sparked in him.
"Woman, can I merge these two races? I saw there was this half-orc thing from the big list, can I make a combination of the two?", if he combined these two, what would happen? Would the hybrid be superior in strength compared to the parent races? Or would it be genetically inferior?
"Yes, though I warn you, most hybrids of races aren't seen in a good way.", though she was sometimes annoying, she was still considerate of him, even though he was mentally insulting her as she spoke. Such is the life of someone capable of reading thoughts."Are you sure with your choice?"
"Well...", hesitation was written all over his face, he already chose to be a close combat fighter recklessly, he seriously has to consider this for it will affect his entire experience."By the way, your 3rd companion has chosen their race.". she said as she gave another amused smile, though it seemed this one was teasing than the last.
"Fffffffff, woman, goddamnit. Fine, fuck it. I'LL BE A HYBRID.", what he hated the most was being pressured, and this woman was doing just that. He might be an asshole, but he wouldn't want to ruin his friends' fun. After saying so, a flash of light illuminated his form as he was suddenly dragged out of the temple without warning, blacking out just before the woman said, "Have fun, Mr. Sanchez.". Her form collapsed into motes of light that were absorbed back into the statue. The glowing stones returned to what they were, and the temple was once more shrouded in darkness. It was as if nothing ever happened.
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"What is this...? Why is it so dark...? Tired..." (Victor)
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"I feel warm... And moist... Like being in a jacuzzi but not really...(Victor)
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"How long have I been here...? And why do I feel moister than ever...? Moister...? Oyster...? Am I a crustacean...?" (Victor)
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"I'm probably inside a vagina right now. That's the only explanation I can think of that is actually plausible. It's BORING IN HERE. BIRTH GIVER, SPAWN ME." (Victor)
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"Take that, and that, and that, AND THAT. MY MARTIAL ARTS WILL FORCE YOU TO SPAWN ME. I probably shouldn't be doing this. Hmm. I'll be more merciful, and kick only every few... how long have I been here?" (Victor)
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"JESUS CHRIST, I DID NOT SIGN UP TO THIS. WHICH TROLL DECIDED TO SHOVE US ALL IN WOMBS AND MAKE US WAIT FOR WHO THE FUCK KNOWS HOW LONG?!" (Victor)
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"Am I closing my eyes or are they open? I feel that I have fingers, but I can't feel what I'm doing. Wait, would I still be even a guy??? WILL I HAVE MY OWN SPAWN PIT? OH SHIT." (Victor)
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"WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG BOY. MY FATHER, HE TOOK ME TO THE LOCAL BAR, TO SEE THE LOCAL HOES. HE SAID SON WHEN, YOU GROW UP. WILL YOU BE, THE FATHER TO THEIR CHILDREN, BUT LEAVE THEM LIKE I WILL DO TO YOU... Now I understand why people say I need therapy. GOOD THING I'M TOO POOR FOR THAT, HAHAHAHAhahahahuhuhuhwuwuwuwuw... Times like this, my friends would say I need the bible." (Victor)
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"WHOA, I CAN FEEL IT. I'M COMING OUT!!! HERE I GO!!!" (Victor)
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In a small cabin, something glorious was happening. 3 people were currently engrossed in what many would call the final stages of pregnancy. A female orc was currently in a bed, growling and screaming as she gripped the hands of her mate tightly, who was also screaming but without sound. Mainly because the orc's nails were digging into his gray skin, but he didn't want to stress his allegedly beautiful wife. It was a male goliath, he was clothed in grimy and dirty clothes covered in soot, burn marks all over his outfit. The midwife was a human, a no-nonsense look on her face as she glanced at the soon-to-be father with a raised brow.
"Here it comes, aaaaand...It's a bo-", just as she was about to finish her sentence, a loud cry quickly drowned the sounds of both her and the female orc. The baby was rather big, at least for human standards, and it cried like no tomorrow.
Victor was suffering as well, he didn't expect such a sensation from the birth, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop crying. It was an instinctual response he couldn't control, and as he cried, he finally opened his eyes, only to be met by this.
Welcome to the Christian world, motherfucker.