Issac, a 22year old, sits alone in his chair. A loud sigh leaves his body. He heavy into his hand as he stares deep into a monitor. The sound of rain pitty pattering along the roof surrounded him. Today was his last day of work as a labourer; each day he worked was exhausted and unfitting of a scrawny guy like him. He smiled, at least he'd have some time to play games now.

He leaned forward, his smile faded instantly. Unanswered messages coated his screen, once again his so-called friends ignored him. 

'Maybe they're swamped tonight. I guess I can always just play alone...' Issac thought to himself as he loaded up his favourite game, 'Deadly Rulers'. Clicking the launch button, he stared uninterested at the screen as the opening scene played for what felt like the millionth time.

'No fucking way... those lying dicks' He thought to himself in pure frustration. Clear as day he could see it, his friends in a group chat, some sperate from others but still talking with his other so-called friends. His stomach churned, the feeling of dread overwhelmed him. His hands shook as his mind raced. Like a flood, he began to remember many of his other nights, alone.

He stared at the screen, tears and frustration welled up inside, this wasn't the first time they'd chosen others over him. Throughout his life, his leading role in every friendship was the second fiddle, back of the head thought. Memories of sitting alone for hours waiting for replies flew into his mind.

"fuck all this bullshit," He said in frustration, closing the chat. His eyes were like a dam, on the verge of collapse and ready to burst. Like a guillotine, he quickly cut his ties with his fake friends. He was already deafly alone; unfriending them would make zero difference to him now. The closed his game, the game he'd played purely for the sake of spending time with his friends. His heart aching as he hovered his cursor over the uninstall button. 

He hesitated, his hand's shook rapidly. A fraction of a second is all it took. He pressed the button. The game he shared so many memories with his friends was gone. He let out a heavy breath. He slowly calmed down. A loud creak filled the room as he leaned back in his chair, confused his staired aimlessly into the ceiling.

'what do I do now?' He thought to himself. He'd ignored a lot of games and other interests for his friends. Now he had to think for himself. Slowly he looked to the side, atop his nightstand stood a headset. He'd wanted to try it out since it came out.

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'I could play on the Bridge.' He thought to himself, it was a console he was excited or during its entire development, and he'd rushed to buy it as soon as it came out. Now it collected dust since none of his friends was willing to spend money to buy one and play with him. The idea of playing the new 'Realm of Rulers', a massive MMO that came out a year ago. A game he'd brought to play but never got around to playing. He could meet new people, go on fantasy quests. He smiled as he thought about everything he could do, desperately fighting the feeling of dread from his old friends.

He stood up from his chair, making his way over to the headset, laying down on his bed his put on the headset. With the press of a button, his consciousness began to fade. The Console putting him in a sleep-like trance as he selected 'Realm of Rulers' 

With a blinding light, his eyes opened to a wide-open field. He'd seen video's of it, but now he was finally doing it, character creation. Unsteady on his feet. He stood in front of the mirror. No matter where he looked, the only thing around was the mirror and the wide-open field. By default, he was looking at himself in the mirror. He laughed as he looked at the analysed image: a skinny looking body, a scruffy short ginger beard and short brown hair. Beside the mirror a large confirm button floated, content with playing as himself he pushed the button. 

-- WELCOME TO REALM OF RULER'S! --

Name: SmallDeath

lv1

Class: None

Race: Human

The screen displayed the words in a lush display before spawning Issac Inside one of the starting cities. Crowds of players walked around him. He looked around. The extravagant architecture was indistinguishable from reality. He shook his head, focusing before he could get caught up in anything he had to get himself a class.

From what Issac had seen online, he was confident he wanted to become a mage. It was great at solo farming or questing, but he didn't care, the idea of blasting rays of magic sounded to cool. The sky above him was starting to become a cacophony orange hues. He hurried, making his way to a large tower building before night came. In front of Issac stood a large cathedral style tower, at the door stood two guards armed with pikes, in unison, they crossed there pikes topping Issac's progress.

"Sorry adventurer. Tonights the day of the dead. No one can enter the archives until the dead are dealt with" One of the NPC guards said in a stern voice.

"Day of the dead? is that an event or something?" Issac asked curiously. If there was an event, he wondered to himself if he would be able to handle anything that spawned.

"Your an adventurer but don't know about the day of the dead? You must be new to the city. Since your new to Mintra, I'll tell ya. Every month all those who died to monsters outside the city wall and abandoned rise again as undead. that means we have to defend the city and stop them from running amuck." The guard explained in a condescending voice.

As he heard the guards explanation, a pop up appeared in front of him.

== Day of the Dead Event ==

The city of Mintra is once again under attack by undead. Join the forces and fend off the incursion of the undead.

+ 10 exp

+15 copper

== Day of the Dead Event ==

He stared at the event quest. Such a small amount of exp and money was negligible even to a starting player like Issac. At least if he could kill some mobs, he could get some levels or loot.

'Alright then, nights about to hit. Time to head to the gate and steal some exp!' He yelled internally as he sprinted towards the front of the city. The unknown guards stared at the back of Issac as He raced away, ignored and abandoned without even a goodbye.