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Plot
It started out as the new and improved - best you could buy, live video game. People around the world set out to buy the product. It was simple. You put on the head gear after filling out some information to make yourself come to life in the other world, and then you strapped down for the ride. No one thought much of how the gear rested over their spinal cord, no one considered the possibility of a shock wave admitting through the helmet, creating the perfect weapon to fry the Human brain. That was the point really, no one thought to expect the worse.
The Beta Testers had given the game great reviews, everyone trusted the creator, who was now a billionaire. The game had sold out in less than an hour, world wide. Individuals between the ages of eleven and twenty-five took home the product and got ready for the log on time. Everyone who had bought the game would be logging on at once, trying out the new world. They were allowed to log out whenever. Or so they thought.
At first, no one noticed. The gamer's truly enjoyed their first day of the game, making Guilds, making friends, it wasn't until the day started to wear thin and Users started to try and log off, that people noticed.
There was no log off button.
Panic set in at once, the gossip mill wide spread - after all it was only day one, and no one had really bothered to go further than Level One. Just as chaos started to unfold, the creator appeared before the crowds, a large looming figure. The skies turned blood red, and the air heavy with what could only be killing intent.
"Attention, players. I welcome you to my world" He told everyone, his sleeves blowing out over the mass with a nonexistent breeze, the large hood shadowed his face. "From this day forth, you all shall be apart of Project X, a live simulation to see how Humans can adapt to any situation. The only escape is death." Screams had echoed through the town center millions had gathered in. Fear was the most common emotion when faced with the unknown.
"The outside world had been warned to not remove the head gear you all have so willingly placed upon yourselves." The mans presences was indeed menacing. He loomed over everyone like he was a God, and they were nothing more than his humble subjects.
"If they do, you will die." More screams, more cries. "If you die in this world, you die in the real world." When would fear turn to outrage? Was this their only hope now? Death's cool embrace?
"However, the person to face all one hundred bosses, to make it through all one hundred levels, and to defeat me, may be your salvation." Silence. To the bone, silence. No one moved, no one breathed. There was hope, no matter how slim, how nonexistent that hope truly was, there was hope.
"Welcome to Sword Art Online, Day 1." The world went back. When everyone came too, they looked like their real live selves, it was part of the game design. The world was very nearly the same as the old one, there were seasons, and markets and such, but instead of hunger, there was HP, and instead of aging, there was Levels. The higher the level, the higher the HP. Everyone adapted. Guilds were formed, along with Armies, anyone brave enough o try and take on the 100 level challenge did so. Not many lived. Not many left Level One.
Everyone who had entered the game had been moved to one hospital in the live world, everyone safe guarded, none expected to wake. Every day bodies had to be cleared out. Families mourned for those who were not even dead, just gone. However, there is still hope, there are Beta Testers who know more about the levels than anyone else out there, and they may be the only answer to this problem.
They have been trapped in SAO for three years, and it's time for freedom.