It was a normal day like anyother, I was simply wasting my time doing nothing like usually.

Simply living, no not living, simply surviving this boredom called life. It was something that constantly made me mad for no reason.

It was something that made me furious it was as if I was constantly feeling that something was wrong.

It was the same feeling as not finding your keys after getting to the door or asking yourself if you forgot to turn off the stove after you left, but at the same time it had the feeling as if it was watching you.

It was a small thing that always lingers in the back of my head. Something was wrong, but what was wrong?

I had been serching for it for as long as i had lived, but it was slowly driving me insane. What was it? Where was it? Was it a thing or was it alive?

With heavy steps and a slouching body i slowly made my way to my old computer chair. It had served me well, it was very tattered and broken from the thousands of hours i had spent sitting on it,but it still fulfilled its purpose, so why should i get a new one?

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I stared right into the ceiling and asked, I wished, no i begged for it. "Please save me from this boredom that you call living, why can't this world have something strange or mysterious about it like magic or an RPG system. Why can't we have something that could make this world fun and exciting. Please I will ask for nothing more ever again, I will do anything just please let this world be exciting and strange."

As i opened my eyes I saw what i had seen everyday a white ceiling with some small cracks in the white paint. I breathed out in disappointment. I slowly reached for my head and put my hands over my eyes and my fingers reaching into my hair, I was sad like I always was. The world that we lived in had nothing to offer, everything was already reached or discovered, everything was safe and nothing has originality anymore. The world was boring it was extreamly boring. There was nothing to fight for nothing to strive for. There was only living in the safety that we call society and nothing else.

After contemplating over my life I removed my hands from my eyes only to see a blue screen in front of my face and a white room around me.

*Welcome*

My sour face instanlty turned into a madmans smile. No drugs or love could compare with the ecstasy that i was feeling, No amount of money, land or gold could compare with the prosperity I was feeling and no words could describe the amount of satisfaction and greed that boiled in my body.