I embraced her in a loving embrace filled with affection while she cried onto my shirt. I felt the, now partially, wet fabric of my shirt sticking to my skin, as if it was a large moth.

I gathered my courage and started speaking gentle words into her ears. She stopped crying for a second, before the dam broke once again.

I continued whispering late into the night, until she fell asleep. I laid her on the bed and took my own position next to her, ready to comfort her at a moment's notice.

I closed my eyes, and fell to the land of nightmares.

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I broke out of my reverie, looking at the screen of my computer. My now complete character stood there, looking exactly like me. Well, not exactly like me. I made him a bit more masculine, a bit less fat, a lot more trimmed. All in all, he looked like the perfect me. The me I once was.

I shook my head. This is not the time.

I looked at every angle of my character, finding nothing that could be considered a flaw. Satisfied, I hovered my mouse over to the 'confirm' button, and clicked.

My character moved, walking out of screen. Yet, I couldn't help but notice the subtle glance that he made my way. I sighed. It's no time to crazy, it's the time to play. Or game, as the newer generation likes to say.

I looked at the screen expectantly, seeing the small loading icon of the game rotate in the lower left part of the screen. The icon was a picture of a silver sword, going through the stem a large rose, and coming out of the other end of the rose bloody. Honestly, I like the design. It resonates with me on a deeper level.

Or it could be I just like the art work.

When the loading icon faded, a small pop-up screen… well.. popped up. The screen asked me what my name in game is going to be, with a space that I could type on right below it.

I clicked on the white space. Seeing the small line blinking in and out of existence in the space, I thought about what name is best for me.

After thinking for a few seconds, I decided that simple was best and wrote my own private name. Many people would find it stupid, but I don't. I find games as tools. Tools that I could use to come to another world, and do something significant in that particular reality. And, if I'm not myself when I go to another world, then who am I exactly? I am myself, and I think I should stay that way.

I clicked 'confirm' and the pop-up went away, making the damn loading screen to continue. I just wanna play the game man!

A few seconds of absentmindedly looking at the blood dripping down the shiny silver sword, a loud noise rang out through my speakers. It was the noise of horses, galloping on mud.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

The loading screen faded away, giving in to another cutscene.

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Five leather armored men rode through the rain and mud with their swords at the ready on their hips. The leading man looked behind him for a second, assessing the situation, and finding that no one is missing.

"MEN! WE NEED TO GET THERE AS FAST AS WE CAN! OR DO YOU WANT TO MISS IT?!" yelled the leader through the rain. "YES SIR!" everyone behind him responded, a hand holding tight on the fiber rope which was tied around the horses necks, and the other hand resting on the hilt of their sword.

They continued riding through the muddy plains, nothing obstructing them.

After a few seconds, they could see a shape through the fog. It was the shape of a building. Everyone kicked their horse on the side, making the horses go even faster.

they finally arrived at the small sized temple. The stone temple was crumbling from old age, the strong wind didn't help it's condition.

When they were right in front of it, they pulled on the rope, making the horses neigh and stop. "Let's go!" Yelled the leader, dropping down from his ride. Everyone follow suit, making their way after the leader and into the temple.

They went through a corridor, and into a room. The room had a stone staircase leading down into the ground.

Walking down the stairs case, they arrived at the basement.

"NO! Stop!" screamed the leader, storming at a nearby figure with his sword drawn. The sword went through the figures neck, making red ooze come out of the wound and stain his black coat red. The figure dropped down on the floor, his hood fell from his head and revealed a handsome young man in his 20s, with his mouth half open, leaking blood.

"Destroy the circle!" The leader shouted to his men who just came down the staircase, pointing at a magic circle which was surrounded by a few dark figures.

"Yes sir!" Shouted back the soldiers, rushing in, swords unsheathed. "Shit!" "Fuck!" "Defend the circle!" Shouted a few of the black figures, taking out short swords which were hidden in their long black coat.

The first of the soldiers arrived and slashed his sword diagonally, aiming to decapitate the head of one of the enemies. The enemy crouched down just in time, his own sword flying through the air and through leather. The swing had enough force to break through the bone of the soldiers leg, incapacitating him in the process.

Similar battles happened all around the wide celler, every black figure distracting the soldiers and not giving them way to the circle.

Two of the soldiers died, while they managed to kill all the other people from the opposing team.

"Good job men!" Said the leader looking at the results of the battle, before focusing his gaze on the magic circle. "Shit.." he muttered as he approached the circle with cautious steps.

He was just about to wipe away the black goo that the circle was made out of when a bright light blinded him and his men. Everyone shielded their eyes instinctively. It was only a few seconds before the light started diminishing. "Fuck. Men! On the ready!" Shouted the leader.

Everyone stood with caution, their swords fixed in place, ready to attack or defend. After the light was gone, everyone could see a mascular naked man. The man had dirty blonde hair with dim green eyes. The man had a shocked and confused expression on his face.

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I looked on as the six men got inside the celler and started battling the cultists looking guys. There was a black magic circle which was illuminated by the lit touches that were adorning the wall.

Suddenly, the circle began to glow. I looked on expectantly, waiting to see what kind of vile creature will be summoned from the eternal void when a bright light, like that of a flashbang went out and consumed my room.

There was a moment of confusion, before full on shock started forming on every fiber of my face.

I was standing naked… In front of four soldiers in leather armor… Their swords raised against me…

How the FUCK did this happen?!