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The screen in front of him flickered as he came to, yawning after what was a good dream. Man, he felt good after that sleep.

It took him a few moments to realise what he was looking at. The small blue screen jumped up and down across the sky, air, wall, what was that in the distance?

It took him a few seconds to shift his attention from the screen and towards his surroundings.

Surely, he wasn’t sleeping that soundly for him to get kidnapped and dropped into whatever this was?

Back up, back up, where was he? It smelled like a forest. He has been to a few before, but there was certainly not a forest with trees that large anywhere close to him.

The foliage spread in every direction, seemingly untouched and peaceful as far as his eye could see. If only the screen wasn’t blocking a part of his vision, that is.

What was this screen anyway? After he noticed that aberration in nature, the next thing was the buzzing. He turned around, but the buzzing was constantly somewhere in the distance behind him, always just above his shoulder, out of reach.

Wait, wait, back to the screen. It was getting annoying.

Why did it say such useless information, and why did that seem important to him at the moment.

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The screen was just in the centre of his vision, no matter how hard he tried to move from it. He tried touching it. That yielded… some results.

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Another poke at the screen seemed to have done it. The screen wobbled and minimized to the corner of his vision, a bright blue ‘0’ hanging around just about in the periphery. 

It would have to do.

He tried looking again at his surroundings, without an opaque screen in front of him. As mentioned, the forest was peaceful. If you didn’t account for the constant buzzing.

Occasionally, the buzzing would change to whirring and then back, and sometimes it would just stop. He treasured the moments of silence because it allowed him to finally think.

This all took a span of a few minutes at most, he was sure of that. What he wasn’t sure of was where exactly he was, how he got here, and what he was supposed to do.

And why his shirt and pants were replaced by something out of a renaissance fair. Seriously, baggy linen trousers? What was he trying to look like, a peasant?

Next to him was a small knife. Or a dagger. On his belt, which he didn’t remember wearing, was just the space for it. He snatched the dagger, as he’d decided to call it, from the wet ground, brushed it off against his pants to clean it from dirt, and put it into the perfectly positioned holder.

His boots were missing, and it should’ve definitely been winter, which was odd, considering the forest was hot. And moist.

And no longer quiet.

He heard some squeaky chattering behind him and turned to look.

A new screen popped into existence.

[Tutorial started]

[Enemy: Goblin]

Why was he in a game? He screamed, for he did not know.