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Elein Sylvester

'You're only as good as ye try to be.'

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a character in “Virtual Loss”, as played by Alasund

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Real Life Appearance; Elein has virtually no differences from her real life body to her avatar, although she did take liberty to increase musclemass and variously make up for her rather lazy lifestyle.

Most notable about the appearances is the glasses. Upfront, they are the most prominent feature on the face, and often are the subject of various hand motions, gestures. Beneath, they aren't so necessary except for real distances, but she keeps them on for looks. More for the image than the actual help. The clothes are generally casual, although warm, as she refuses to dress light on any occasion, and can be seen sweltering in summer temperatures for her stubbornness.

The hair is styled intentionally to look as artfully messed as possible. Usually a contraption of crossing hair threads, bands and hairclips and pins to hold it all together, there is a lot of dubiousness about the actual practicality and looks of the hairstyle, with it more drawing amused stares than impressed glances, but she refuses to do her hair in anything resembling normal if she leaves the house.

Beneath cosmetic appearances, she has extremely pale skin. An obvious sign of one who spends far too little time doing any actual exercises, and far too much time inside doing things. The hair is dirty brown, an altogether too common colour for her tastes, and the eyes a soft hazel that would add a small amount of beauty if it weren't for the rest of her appearance.






Basics





Username:
Immortalis Opulentia

'A befittin' name is necessary, ain't that right?'


Role:
Winner

'Ain't worth my time to cheat. Better jus' to do it tha' hard way.'


Age:
19

'Don't attend no college either.'


Gender:
Female

'If you thought I was a guy, I'd run before I can catch ye.'


Sexuality:
Bisexual

'Ain't right to remove an option afore it's fully looked at.'


Love Interest:
None

'Fall in love over a video game, sure, Cinderella story right there.'






Personal Information





Likes:Dislikes:
  • Games Being ignored
  • Number crunching The English Language
  • Winning Internet Romance
  • Praise Internet Memes
  • Mathematics Being bothered while thinking
  • Science Seafood
  • Really, anything which involes a lot of numbers Being Beaten

Personality:
Elitist, compulsive gamer, both terms are extremely applicable to Elein. With excellence at mathematics, an ability to keep a massive amount of information in her head at once and an instinct born from years of gaming, she is formidable in normal games.

While playing, she is incredibly competetive, chosing games which involve other players and beating them over single player games. If she plays alone, it's purely for challenge, and would be the hardest thing she can get her hands on. She can't take a weak game. she can't take a weak opponent. She plays for the thrill of challenge, and that moment when she's standing, smirking, atop her throne of gold.

She also can't take 'scrubs'. The inability to comprehend a game is beyond her, and she finds it ridiculous that others can't take in the controls very quickly, or adapt to changes of pace. She places the bar of expectation at her level, and so few meet that she is disdainful of the rest. She can't understand those who play without the drive to succeed, and would indeed laugh at any she met.

But that is her in the world of the computer. In real life, away from the console and pc, she is demure most of the time, from constant lecturing by her parents about manners. She will not speak up unless spoken to, but given reason to weigh in on an argument, like being asked her opinion, and her real persona will come out.

Firey, anger bottled up that is just waiting for an applicable target, scathing even, she comes across as a bitter pill when she lets herself loose. No great explosions of anger, but a stream of measured, scathing, sarcastic lines. A barrage of any insult that applies to the situation or the other person, and she has no limit of how far she'll go to insult you if she feels like it.

Often, she feels like she has no friends. No one she can confide to. Though, she is prickly to anyone who tries to get past the exterior, regarding them far suspiciously. She can't trust very easily, though if you actually won her trust, she'd be almost like a lapdog, following around, or talking to constantly, and spilling her secrets too. Either no trust, or all trust.

She is extremely proud of every achievement she's made, both in game and out, and often targets, achievements, will make her go the extra mile in a game. Addiction to competetive games is another of her traits.

She also has absolutely no suspension of disbelief. Games aren't fantasy worlds, they're a bunch of numbers. A skillset and a load of numbers all combined into a machine of interest. She can't quite fathom playing for the themes/story or reading books. If she looks into a piece of lore, it's because she believes it is connected somehow to gameplay or some quest. Or something else entirely.


Pack:
Rope
Binoculars
Trapping bits and parts
Matches and candles
A small case of mixtures of chemicals and liquids
A small sharp warknife


Weapons:
Wires and knives. And traps. Thought they technically aren't weapons. She has her small warknife in an easily accessible wrist sheathe.

Powers:
Abnormal sensory perception. As much a weakness as an advantage, she can differentiate smells well, can hear quite a distance and pinpoint the sound, can taste the almost tasteless poison in a wineglass, can see extremely well, and so on. Most notable, she has the inate ability to 'sense' something that is in ten feet of her and means harm.

However, as said, each is a weakness to be exploited if you know about it and are attempting. This also doesn't allow her to read twitches on a face any better than usual.


Skills:
~* Tactics - She has a long history with tactical fighting, and can often plan out a strategy as she's fighting. She knows the ways of a battlefield, and can and will set up traps, play dirty, just to put the opponent right where she wants them....

~* Planning - She doesn't go into an area unprepared. First thing she does is look at what she's about to get into, make sure she has all she needs, and then she gets into business. Even if it's a rare possible problem, she's probably got a cure or a makeshift patch for it, just to keep things together until the next point of filling the resources. She's also generally the last one to leave, even if it's a race to get to the other side of the map through spawns of enemies.


History:
Elein Sylvester, second child in a fairly wealthy family, she was a nice kid. However, due to the fortune of the parents, she often found herself with free time and, quite obviously, the games systems to use it on. However, it was more of a past-time challenge for her for a long time, rarely causing her to push for the top, she was content with wherever she ended.

School was more important, after all. She focused hard on studies, leaping bounds forwards in the mathematics classes, although she did fairly well in others as well. Even had a small group of friends. Affluent member of a high class school. That is, until one of her female friends found out about her gaming addiction. Geek, nerd, the normal names. She withdrew. Withdrew from the entire friend circle.

She went to school, didn't talk with anyone but teachers unless necessary, and then went home. More and more time was spent on the games, more and more the desire to best everyone at them grew, even though it was fuelled by a shunning that came from it originally.

As she grew, her grades stayed constant, and her skills in games, better. She studied games, she looked into historical fighting, just to see if it applied to games. She refused to put a game down until she had unlocked every achievement, or sat long enough for her own soul on the highest echelon of their rankings.

Oh, she didn't always win. Usually sitting in the top five of an internet rating for the game would satisfy her enough for her to move on, unless she felt like she could take No 1. However, when you spend half your awake time on games, every day for years on end, from fourteen until she graduated at eighteen, you get very, very, very good.

Her parents, and her older brother, were understandably worried about her. The constant addiction left her closed in her room for hours on end. Weekends she only left for food. She shut herself off. They constantly tried to lure her out, but she refused. She'd had never a good relation with her brother, and her parents were too doting but distant for her to bond with.

When she graduated, she dropped out of education altogether, and focused her entire life on gaming. By the time she'd turned nineteen, she'd turned into a social wreck. She almost didn't care anymore, didn't care for anything past that next adrenaline rush. The next moment where the hit would hit her. The next challenge completed, opponent beaten to the floor.

Her parents, hoping that it might stop her, stopped her supply of games altogether. They refused to buy more, they refused to let her continue the way she was. All it did, however, was force her to do things online. Go behind their backs. By this time, this was a full fledged addiction. An obsession. A reason to live past those hateful glances and mocking 'geek' lines.

Then, then she got her hands on Virtual Loss, or, got her hand into the testing pool. There was never any doubt in her mind that she'd be chosen to test it, and, of course, she was. Behind her parents back. They never knew that when they were suddenly overjoyed to hear 'I'm going out for a party' at the door from their reclusive daughter, that she would be locked inside an experimental game, with a potentially fatal outcome...


Other:
She has three piercings in both ears, and has a small addiction/interest in good luck charms.
And she has a semi-cockney american accent.






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{Immortalis Opulentia}


The soft darkness faded as she slowly woke up, the world coming into focus around her. For a second, she was unsure where she was, and why she wasn't at home snuggled amongst the pile of warm fluffy blankets that she piled around herself even on warm nights. Then, yesterday came back to her, and she woke up with a jolt and a quietly spoken curse to herself.

Of course, yes, she was in a game. How'd she mixed that with reality for even a moment? The quickly grabbed orange juice, provided by the program sent to serve her, was dealt with in a timely and exact manner, as the newly awakened Elein set about re-familiarising herself with the room. Likely the designers wouldn't have anything in the rest-rooms that had any import to the game, but it was never a bad idea to check everything over.

'Ms Sylvester.' The smooth, oily voice resounded in her ear, or mind, and reminded her of the few irritations she'd have to put up with. He'd also refused to call her by the username, instead using her her surname when addressing her. 'Welcome to day two in Virtual Loss.' Drilled in manners prevented her from exercising her sharp tongue at this sudden interruption to her morning waking up. Alone in the room, having sent the program out, she stood up from her bed and walked slowly across the room. 'I trust you have kept your key and haven't broken any rules yet.'

'Mr Venwilk.' She replied, no enthusiasm in the courtesy. The most irritating thing is that the stupid scientist acted like it was a foregone conclusion that she'd break a rule or forget something of import. 'Yer trust is well placed.' Implying that his comment was more in support than a shot. Why they had got a scientist who wouldn't get along with the players in a cordial manner was baffling to her, especially as they were almost a pilot role for the player.

'Good to hear. That is all for now.' Dismissing her already. Shaking her head at the man, she started at the mirror for a second before activating and testing the interface she'd dubbed the 'Clothing Manager', and then making sure she was fully sure of all of its options before using it. A moment later, the bed-clothing had changed into a comfortable, easily usable shirt and long pants. Nothing fancy, nothing special, but everything practically usable.

Heading towards the door, she was suddenly assailed by the oily voice once more. 'Oh, and Ms Sylvester, it would be wise, and appreciated, if you could attempt to forge relations with the other three members of the proper player team.' She didn't even give him the satisfaction of acknowledgement, merely choosing to listen and then head towards the door, which opened as easily as you could expect.

At the door, she took a moment to consider the situation, including the excellently rendered graphics, and the amazing interface. While everything here was merely a result of wired nerves and a bunch of numbers translated into feelings, it was above and beyond anything else she'd seen for customisability for the player both in looks, and in fighting style. This game, once completed, would provide a challenge to stay on top, because there was no longer any restriction from the console that decided the limit of what kind of tactics that could be employed...

It would be something she looked forwards to, as it was, she'd probably spent too much time already just dawdling. Already, the other three had gathered beneath on the floor below the residences, and she quickly began to rectify her lateness to the meeting. Unlike the overly... attention lusting other female, Elein moved down the stairs quietly, though not at all trying to obscure her approach to anyone watching. Upon reaching the main floor, she nodded carefully once to anyone that noticed her approach, and stood to the side quietly, waiting for the NPC interaction to play out so that the players could have an idea of what exactly they were supposed to do to start this obvious quest hook. Or she hoped it was a quest hook, it would be quite disappointing if they had to go hunting for it.

Unless, of course, it was one where you were given clues to find the hook, rather then hunting around. But the quest would technically start with the first clue anyways.

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[Pulse]


Pulse didn't flinch as another person came to a stop beside him. He hardly gave a glance in the person's direction, identifying them as...oh fuck, what was his name again? Kirby or something stupid like that, he didn't really give a shit. All he cared about was getting through this game and he really didn't plan on doing that with the help of all these people. What did those scientists think this was? Some sort of kid's show where they all started out hating each other and learned that, in the end, friendship won over everything? What a load of absolute fuckery. Pulse wanted nothing to do with any of it at all whatsoever. "Pulse, Kurai," a voice sounded behind them. Oh no, not this bimbo. "Mmm, this game is PG31, right?" Wow, speak of the devil and let her walk down the stairs in those precious shoes of hers. This was figure numero uno why he wanted nothing to do with these people. "I'm bored!"

He felt himself twitch. He was just waiting for that incessant voice in his head to start talking again, telling him all about how they needed to stick together for everyone's best interest and all that load. Luckily for him, however, the voice had yet to return and Pulse instead tried to focus on the scene unfolding in front of them. They're frozen. Was this some sort of glitch? They weren't doing anything. Oh, wait, no, they were talking to each other. The faceless girl was blushing as the guy held her hand carefully, but all they were doing was talking. It was just a bunch of mumbling anyway. The hotel manager--a large-bellied man who looked more like the type of guy who should be making pizzas and yelling out orders than running a hotel--came up to the players. "I will never understand young love." Did I ask you? Did anyone ask you? Nobody asked you. "My daughter Jezzie is sure in love with that boy. He asked for her hand in marriage, but he still hasn't given her a ring." He shook his head and tsk-ed. "I wonder what he's planning."

Oh for god's sakes. "Don't you tell me for one second that this is one of those types of games. Is this a mission? Is this something I have to do to progress in the game? I thought this was an RPG. Can't I just leave?" Pulse was basically talking to thin air, but she sure as hell expected an answer. There was a moment of silence where...no, nope, nothing, nada, zilch. That old geezer scientist that'd been assigned to him wasn't giving out any details, was he? But he supposed he already knew the answer. And the answer was yes. Yes, Pulse, you big, dumb, idiot, this is a quest. RPGs have those. Did you forget? He sighed harshly and looked the Hotel Manager over, who was smiling as if he hadn't heard a thing. "What do we gotta do? What's the quest? The mission? Is this a tutorial?"

The manager clasped his hands together. "I believe he's lost the ring! Maybe you could help him find it!" Oh. Oh no. Nonono. This was supposed to be a cool, bad-ass game full of adventure and dragons and crap. Where the hell were his dragons? All he wanted was to see one god-dammed dragon and he was stuck with this asshole. No, this wasn't going to happen.

Pulse stared the guy down incredulously before shaking his head and putting his hands up. "I'm not doing that. I'm not looking for a stupid ring for a stupid guy to propose to some stupid girl. I'm moving on. I am leaving town. This is the real deal. I can just walk past any barricades." He glanced behind him and nearly jumped when he realized that the final Winner was there, that other chick. The one with the ridiculously long username for no good goddamn reason. "I'm sure one of these chumps would be happy to help you. I'm out of here." And just like that, he was gone, out the door and on his way through the town of faceless people to figure out where the hell he needed to go to find a dragon or something.

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Autumn laughed, a lilting, melodic, love-or-hate-it sound. She grinned, running a finger along the rim of a glass mug that now sat before her. Who knew and who cared how it got there? She smiled, shaking her head and chuckling as her head bowed over the drink, her soft hair cascading over her shoulder to shield her face but not her trembling shoulders. Oh god, oh god. She was going to have to complete stupid, boring as missions before she had any chance of living? Well, that was nice. Hey, at least it's jewellery, she told herself.

"Okay," she said. Autumn lifted her head

And froze.

Her father - Niklaus von Duerr - was, at one point, the President of Germany. Of course, not everyone approved of his rule. During Christmas when all her family would gather and when Annetta was but seven, a terrorist group who disapproved of her father murdered them all. Annetta - not Autumn, but Annetta - was left for dead, after she herself was both physically and sexually assaulted. She learned something, after a year of hospitalisation and more of absolute misery, she learned control was given to those who sought it and that her body was a shell. If she slept with enough people, she would forget, that sex ever equated to horror, and that it was ever forced from her. Caring for people who would sooner die than live was foolish, so she never did. Care, that was. And she succeeded for the most part, being a materialistic bimbo sex-crazed bitch generally helped with that.

Her emerald eyes stared into amethyst orbs set in a lovely face and framed by light blonde locks. The corners of her lips lifted into a slow smile as she gazed at him in the practiced way that she looked at everyone who was that attractive or more, through the thick curtain of her dark eyelashes, suggesting much in a single look. She would have him. She would have them all.

I hope their clothes can be taken off, she thought grimly.

Autumn's eyes swept the room in a sweeping gaze - practiced, as everything of hers was - that was part nonchalance, part boredom. She tilted her head at the other female, swirling her fingertip on the rim of the glass cup in a quick movement, resulting in a clear, ringing sound through the room. The hotel seemed to still, or maybe she lost track of everything else. No, that was a lie. She was always observant and attentive, however clueless she might look. Autumn ran her gaze along the small frame of the other female - Immortal Obstacle? Immortal Octopus? Immigrant Piranha? Yeah, Immy would be her name. She was quite the pretty girl, with soft hazel eyes and brown hair she would've loved to tangle her fingers in. Her spectacles were just... Cute. Immy was a challenge, being the definition of Adorable Nerd.

Challenge accepted.

"The ring!" the manager repeated, slapping his hands together as he had before. Yeah, yeah, Autumn thought, giving the manager a mental wave-off.

"Bitch, do I look like your servant?" she said lazily, rolling her eyes and leaning back against the table.

"Bitch?" the manager asked, as if he did not have the word in his list of understood-words. "Thank you so much for searching for the ring!" he announced.

"Okay!" Autumn said cheerily, slapping her palms together as the manager had done. God, excitement was contagious. After a few moments of smiling with the manager, a corner of Autumn's lip twitched away from the smile. "Umm... Do we get a clue? No? Okay. Jewellery!" she announced, swivelling to face the others and dropping her smile. With another roll of her eyes, she said, "Gawd, he's so cheery. Why would anyone be that bubbly when we might die any minute now?" Autumn pursed her lips, before bursting into giggles. Funny. Everything was so funny.

Autumn reached for her head and tugged a strand of gold hair from its roots, flinching. Another strand grew back immediately in its place. Ooo, convenient. Autumn plucked several more from her head, braiding it rapidly into an intricate braid. She swivelled it around her ring finger, tying it into a circle that looked like - "A ring!" She strolled over to the eyeless couple, tapping the boy on the shoulder. He turned around, regarding her through his gazeless face. "A ring," she announced, handing it to him.

"Oh, miss, my ring is a gold band. This isn't the ring, silly!" he chuckled.

"So?"

"So, I can't ask for her hand in marriage with this," he whispered, as if he didn't want the love of his life to overhear. You're not whispering very softly, she thought.

"What does it matter? If she loves you, she doesn't care what sort of ring you give her, if you give her one at all," she explained with a yawn that sounded more like a kitten's meow.

"Yes, but-"

"Listen, kid," she began. "Take the ring, call it a ring, get married, have lots of NPC, eyeless babies and move on. How can I miss you if you won't go away?"

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Elein had no comment for the scene unfolding before her. First, the outline of the quest was beginning to be stated when the first winner dropped into the conversation. And proved he was as bad at RPGs as he was stupid. This wasn't a world, this was an RPG, which would have stupid plot-hooks and stories that held no water. The very fact that he wasn't ready to accept this was sign that he got in more on skill than knowledge and experience. Stupid by the creators of this game.

As he walked out the door, she smirked just slightly. One less competition for the top spot then, since one of the winners wasn't even competing. The second seemed reluctant, but accepted the job. He would bear watching, since he was still in the game. The third continued to prattle on and act arrogant, as if the very act of gaming itself was beneath her. There was no logical reason she was amongst the other winners, but Elein dismissed it as idle speculation.

Instead she allowed the scene to play out a moment as she regarded the one winner who was still in the competition. She'd have to look into the hackers later, but they had a significant disadvantage due to the nature of their entry and arrival, so less to worry about. Bringing up, mentally, the small hud in the corner of her view and accessing the profiles, she dismissed it to the side to be read later after she got the name. Stepping up next to ... Kurai, and ignoring the scene to the side with the plot important NPC and the third Winner, she finally opened her mouth for the first time. 'Parameters fer the quest... Where were this ring last seen, where is it likely to be found, and what danger is present in the act of locatin' it?'

While she listened to the enthusiastic program's description of the loss, the location, and the rabid monsters involved in the loss, the once again, though this time quite openly, regarded Kurai. A measured stare, one that seemed to weigh the person she was staring at in the scales.

'Do ye prefer teamwork, or competition.' The statement, or question, since it doubled as both, was delivered in a flat, almost daring tone, as if she wanted the other winner to choose the second.

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“So here’s a once in a lifetime offer: Which one of you will go with me? Since the morons upstairs said to stick together.”

Autumn tapped her small chin with her free hand, her emerald gaze staring at the sky as if she were actually thinking. But who was she kidding, really? Thoughts were unfamiliar territory. Still, she put on the show of contemplation, anyway. "On the other hand," she began, lifting her hand in front of her face and wiggling her fingers. "You have fingers." Autumn laughed. God, she was hilarious. That's what she was. Okay, for real now. If she went with Pulse and ditched the mission, well, she got to hung out with creepy demon boy and sexy platinum blonde, both of which she would eventually bed because duh, she was irresistible. Then again, she planned to bed everyone. At least thrice. This game was PG31, right? But, the thing was, if she ditched the mission, what if it was a matter of life and death? And what if the bride ended up wearing a can opener as a wedding ring? That would be a fashion disaster.

“You two need to be briefed on the situation. So stick with one of us winners. Since we’re actually good at this game," Pulse continued to say, to which she bit her tongue to stop herself from giggling her head off.

"Oh yeah, we're all really bloody good at this game," she said quietly, winking at Pulse so perfectly, anyone would've known she did it often and received triple times the winks she gave. Which was a lot of winks. Autumn sighed, overcome with a sudden deep, never ending sadness for the disaster that was Immortal Octopuses' hair. She reached into her magical, disappearing pack - her swords had also seemed to disappear - and pulled out a 2 in 1hair straightener and curler. She held it out to Immy. "Hair. Makeover. Lesbian sex. Now." Autumn waved the instrument she held to emphasise her point - and smacked someone in the face.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" she gushed, tossing the styling tool back into her invisible pack and reaching down for the hairy man - "What is that? A carpet on his chest?" she mused allowed. She reached down for the hairy man - it was a yeti, she was sure of it - and helping him up. The man clutched his bleeding nose and rubbed his backside - most likely just as hairy - glaring at Autumn. Or, well, what constituted as glaring when one had no eyes, before grinning and slapping her butt on his way into the inn.

"Great, now I'll have to set my clothes on fire," she mumbled. Hey, for all her faults, she was one classy ho. Her taste in people was refined. Liar. Anyway, where was she in her unfamiliar territory of logical thinking? Right, to join Pulse, to complete the mission, to-

“It seems like Barbie blonde over there wants to jump Torn’s bones, quite literally I might add, so I think. It’s safer with you,” said sexy platinum blonde.

Challenge accepted.

"Wonderful! We're going to have a fantastic time together, albino bunny," she said sweetly, throwing the full force of her innocence at platinum blonde hottie. She would join Pulse and Blonde Bimbo and annoy them to the best of her ability. And then sleep with them. Preferably together. Preferably annoying them by being too hot to resist. Still, they called her Barbie? Barbie? Seriously? "I'm a redhead," she muttered to herself before painting her smile back on and clutching Torn's arm tight to her breasts. "You coming with us, love?" Autumn asked, capturing him with her emerald gaze - at least they got that part of her avatar's colouring right - beneath the flutter of her thick eyelashes.

"Oh! Before I forget," she began, gesturing towards Immy. "Immortal Seafood; Pulse," she said, waving at the horned boy. Ooo. an adventure. "Kurai," she nudged her head at him. "You may refer to me as 'My Queen,' 'Your Grace' or if you want to be boring, Autumn." It was strange, saying 'Autumn.' She was much too used to Annetta, but she was an Autumn baby and it was her favourite season - the season when my family burned - and it sounded close enough to Annetta that she would respond.

"This is Danger," she said, lifting her right breast. "This is Angel," she said, lifting her left. Autumn smiled. "You may address them accordingly."

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< Torn >


Torn couldn't understand how much empty wrappers and leftover food had built up in his bag over the last day. Honestly, it was embarrassing to say the least and he had to fight back the urge to hurt his backpack. Well, it wasn't much that he was going to hurt the backpack and more that he was going to take out his anger on it. In the back ground, Torn could hear voices that were unlike the ones of the local. The tone was just different from the friendly and happy one that he had been trying to forget all day. Yup, these voices simply sounded like they belonged to a dumbass and an asshole. What a combination.

A frustrated sigh escaped Torn as he finally gave up trying to find something to appease his stomach. He could just threaten someone to feed him like he usually did; although most of the locals would help him even he didn't resort to violence, Torn just felt the extra touch of roughness was needed. Deciding to mess with the locals again, Torn gave a nod and was about to leave his hideout when —

"Come out so I can slice your clothes off and have mad animal sex."

Wait, what? Torn's eyes snapped towards the direction the statement came from. He couldn't say he was surprised when he saw it came from the hotel again. No, wait, the voice sounded a bit too... feminine to be one of those two that had been all over each other. Was it an actual girl? The shameless language couldn't have been said by one of the locals so that left the option of it being a gamer that said it. Torn couldn't help but wonder what the hell a girl was doing playing video games.

"Here, Torny, torny," the voice called out and for a some reason, a shudder rattled Torn's spine. It wasn't until a few seconds passed that he realized she was calling out his name, err, username. The young boy cursed internally and began looking for a way to escape. He had been compromised.

"Come on, baby. Milk? Would you like milk? How about fish, Torny?"

What. The. Fuck. If he wanted milk, he could get it himself, thank you very much. He didn't need some strange woman getting it for him. Torn was about to make a run for it when a shadow loomed over him. His eyes snapped up to see the person who had been scarring his ears for the last few seconds. Abort, abort, abort.

Torn cursed as he was picked up from his position. He was too busy trying to recollect his thoughts which were composed of colorful words and the question of how much strength the woman possessed to be able to drag him from his hiding spot that Torn couldn't even think about what to do at that moment. "Look what I found!" Your reward will be a slow sweet death that will consist of fire, ants, and honey. "It has a face."

"Fantastic, another cheating idiot who managed to sneak his sucky way into the game. Was it really that big of a deal? No, no it wasn't." Ohhh, those words hurted. Pfft, psych! His way of getting in was awesome and no one could argue with him about that. It shows he can get his way whenever he wanted unlike some stupid saps whose could only do things through dumb rules and procedures. Now they were the idiots. Oh, and what was up with the name calling? Fuck you too, man.

"First of all, Barbie, put the poor idiot down. Your ugly probably put him into hiding in the first place." There he goes again with the name calling. Damn it, if Torn wasn't trying to rip himself away from the freaking amazon he would've already pounced on the guy. Speaking of which, what the fuck is up with him? Grey skin, tiny horns, a stupid face - Torn really needed to remind himself to laugh about it in private later. "Secondly, did any of you actually even bother doing the mission? I bet the answer's no." Wait, rewind this shit. What mission? "I don't have the time to deal with hacks and fruits. I'm going to the next town over which, according to the map, would be... Saltus? Fulgur? I dunno. I can't read the fucking thing." Would it be all right if Torn punched him in the middle of his pointless rant? Maybe not, but it would be fun and, honestly, that's all that counts in this world. "So here's a once in a lifetime offer: Which one of you will go with me? Since the morons upstairs said to stick together."

"On the other hand," Little-miss-sex-me-up hummed and put her hand out. "You have fingers." She laughed, Torn facepalmed. Holy shit, what the fuck is going on in that head of hers. Certainly nothing Torn would hear or be part of. Seriously, Torn has met many idiotic, shameless woman whose only thoughts are about boys, make-up, money, and all that girly crap thanks to his parent's wealth but this bimbo just took it to a whole other level.

"You two need to be briefed on the situation. So stick with one of us winners. Since we're actually good at this game."

Just as Torn was about to snap something, the other guy who he had found out was also a hacker spoke. Note to self: beat him up later for that. “I’ll go. With you. It seems like Barbie blonde over there wants to jump Torn’s bones, quite literally I might add, so I think. It’s safer with you.” Torn tensed up at his words that reminded him to keep a cautious look on this so called Barbie.

"Fuck that, this entire game ain't safe with this psycho here," Torn growled as he turned his glare from her to the horny bastard. Fuck did that came out wrong. "The closest place is Saltus, you idiot, and it's over there," Torn snapped and pointed with his free hand towards the direction that one of the locals directed him to. He had been trying to free his captive hand but had soon deemed it hopeless. It seemed he was forever doomed. "You would think that your supposedly called winners would know your shit," he added while ignoring what ever the hell Barbie was doing with another girl that popped out from the hotel. Great. Another one. Did they pick out the winners from names in a hat? That would explain a lot seeing as these 'winners' consisted of a scrawny guy who either cared too little or too much about the appearance of his avatar; a crazy chick who has one layer that consists of taking off any other layers or just a really, really thick one that just hides any worth she can hold; and then there's this other girl who just seemed like she got caught in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

"Wonderful! We're going to have a fantastic time together, albino bunny." Barbie spoke towards the other hacker. Torn blinked at the image of the guy in front of him with bunny ears. His eyebrows knitted together and his stomach tightened. Torn had to fight back every urge to burst out laughing at the picture in his head. Suddenly, his hand that he had yet to free from the clutches of the devil was held tighter and he finally noticed what the soft thing she had been squishing his arm against was. His face immediately lit on fire as the color of his skin changed into a fiery red. "You coming with us, love?" she suddenly asked him and turned to lock her gaze with his. Oh, he was fucked.

Torn's body strength weakened a bit, almost as if it had turned into jelly and an uncomfortable feeling bubbled up from his stomach. His mouth parted so he could scream at her, curse her out, maybe even make fun of her. Yet what came out was nothing. It didn't help that there were more people around. This was way too much for Torn's state of mind. The virtual people had already been too much for him, being surrounded with people he knew were real in a sense was going to make him have a mental breakdown. Torn quickly averted his eye gaze to the ground. "Whatever, just let go already!" Torn snapped and tried to pull away from her. She didn't put any mind to his words or actions though.

"Oh! Before I forget," she said, much to his frustration, and then gestured to everyone as she called out their names. "You may refer to me as 'My Queen,' 'Your Grace' or if you want to be boring, Autumn." Bye, bye Barbie, it seems you were fake after all. Out of the corner of her eyes, he noticed Autumn grabbing her breast and introducing them. He cursed internally at the lewd woman.

"Don't you have any fucking shame, woman? What the fuck are you even doing playing video games? Shouldn't you be shopping or molesting real boys somewhere really far from here."

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[Pulse]


Autumn winked at him. Winked at him. Pulse nervously squeezed his hands into fists, avoiding her gaze after that and trying to ignore the fact that this was the closest he'd ever come in contact with a girl that wasn't his mother for years. Autumn and Immortalis...uh, what was it? Opal. Yes, much easier. "Hair. Makeover. Lesbian sex. Now." Speaking of. That poor person. He suddenly felt the urge to pity any person who got stuck with the blindingly attractive leech for the rest of the game. Oh, and great, she smacked a guy in the face with... He had no idea what that was, but it didn't look like a weapon.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" Autumn was slowly becoming his least favorite. He didn't hate her or anything, but he kind of would rather slip out of town without her following. "What is that? A carpet on his chest?" And god, all she did was ramble. Why he was even listening to her so attentively was beyond him. ...Okay, that was a lie. He'd probably listen to any girl who was hotter than his own mother, but that was territory he did not want to wander into. Oh god, the mental images. Shut the fuck up, me.

“I’ll go. With you.” Pulse tensed. He glanced up at the blond beside him and watched him carefully. Someone actually wanted to go with him? Did he actually manage to come across as cooler than he thought? Because that would be super sweet. Then again, this was a video game and these people hardly knew anything about him. Just because it was more realistic than other games, it didn't change the fact that he was still somebody else here. He could play pretend. And if this guy actually wanted to go along with him, then heck yes he was going to let him. “It seems like Barbie blonde over there wants to jump Torn’s bones, quite literally I might add, so I think. It’s safer with you.” He nodded slowly in agreement, moving his gaze from Sage to Autumn and the poor boy beside her.

"Fuck that, this entire game ain't safe with this psycho here," Torn growled and despite being unappreciative of the glare sent his way, Pulse couldn't help but agree. "The closest place is Saltus, you idiot, and it's over there." Torn pointed in the direction completely opposite to what Pulse had been thinking, making him frown and squint back down at the map. Was it upside down? What idiot put this thing together? Ugh. No wonder this was the prototype. Nobody with half a mind would thing otherwise. "You would think that your supposedly called winners would know your shit."

Oh you little fuck. Pulse shot a glare right back at him, biting his tongue. It took some serious effort just to keep himself from telling this sore loser off. Because that's all the Hackers even were--sore losers. They couldn't get into the game, so they got themselves in illegally. "Oh! Before I forget," Autumn began, gesturing towards Opal as she approached them. Pulse glanced back at her. "Immortal Seafood; Pulse, Kurai, you may refer to me as 'My Queen,' 'Your Grace' or if you want to be boring, Autumn."

"Don't you have any fucking shame, woman? What the fuck are you even doing playing video games? Shouldn't you be shopping or molesting real boys somewhere really far from here."

...Maybe this guy wasn't so bad. He made some good points and, despite being an obnoxious hacker, he seemed like he knew his stuff. Well, he knew his directions anyway, and that could be crucial. It would probably be nice having him as a partner in this game because Pulse knew with his luck alone, he'd probably die here. With Torn and Sage both around, it wouldn't be so bad. But he was pretty sure Princess Priss over there was determined to make Torn's virtual life a living misery until they beat this thing, so where he went, she'd probably go. Which was out of the question. "Ye do realise, lady, that you're assuming that this game were made with the ability to have sex in mind. Virtual reality or no, I don't think they woulda programmed that in." And then there was her, the Opal chick. Another option. "Now, if'n ye don't mind, I'll be off. Things I've got to do, an' all. Have fun with the lady, boys."

There were a few different options to make here. He could say screw it and go off on his own and most likely end up getting himself killed, or he could go with the person who actually wanted to go with him. Or he could stay and get himself stuck with all of these people, which didn't sound too bad until he realized that 'all of these people' included Autumn, which was less desirable than feeding himself to a pack of wild wolves. "I'm going to..." Pulse lost his train of thought when he spotted the guy from earlier, the fisherman fiance, entering a store from across the street. He nearly smacked himself in the face. It was a jewelry store, with the sign "Fools for Jewels" written in paint on a tilted wooden board over top of the entrance door.

"I'm going to ignore you all and do what I want." He glanced at Sage and motioned for him to come with him. "You can come with me. Be happy that I decided you were actually worth the company, unlike the rest of the talentless hacks around here." Oh idiot, don't talk about yourself like that. He scoffed at himself as he grabbed the blond by the wrist and pulled him past Tweedledee and Tweedledum, over to the makeshift jewelry store where Pulse dropped contact with Sage to burst through the door and point accusingly at the eyeless man. "Hey, you! What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be looking for your fiance's ring?"

The guy froze and turned to...well, Pulse assumed he was looking at them, but he could hardly be sure. Why didn't they have eyes? That was so creepy. "Oh! It's you folks from the hotel! Why, uh, yes, I am looking for the ring. This is the uh perfect place! A jewelers must have a ring, mustn't it?"

Pulse squinted at him and shot Sage a look. "Why would a ring you already bought be here?"

There was a second-long pause before the poor man totally broke under the pressure. He dropped to his knees and started babbling like an over-dramatic idiot--an action that went completely ignored by any others in the shop. "You caught me! You all caught me! You're right! There, there was no ring. I never had a ring." He sniffed and wiped at the space where his eyes should be, pulling himself back up to his feet. "I lied so I wouldn't look like a cheap dutz in front of her father. I never had a ring because I didn't get the money to pay for one until now. I used you folks as a distraction and I'm sorry for that." He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a reddish-brown key, tossing it at the two of them. Pulse reached to catch it but, to his embarrassment, missed and had to bend to pick it up, looking it over. "This is my thanks for putting up with me. Please don't tell her or her father about this. Thank you."

"Uh...sure, no problem?" What the fuck is up with this game. He showed the key to Sage, smiling a little before looking out the window at the others and waving it to show them. Okay, so that was a little more exciting than he was expecting it to be. He was keeping this thing close. There was no way any of these morons were keeping it. "This is the stupidest game I ever played." He dragged Sage back out of the store, trying to avoid eye contact with those behind them. He pulled Sage down to his level, lowering his voice. "Keep your head down and keep walking. We're going to the next place."

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How had Annetta managed to get this far? It was a question most people found themselves asking once or twice, sometimes a hundred times, but often they never figured it out. Not until it was too late, anyway.

They'd been named "Winners" for a reason, because truly, that was what they were. They'd won the game. In the rare occasion - and during the elimination rounds that got her in this god forsaken place - that she decided to game, she always won. It was a fail proof and almost effortless tactic she used: Look hot, be dumb.

All she really had to do was join a party and bumble around, file her nails, chill, have mojitos brought to her perfect hands and make sure she looked picture perfect. It was easy, really, as - and she meant this with all the modesty she could muster (not that that was saying much) - she truly was beautiful. It was a tactic that also worked in real life. With sunset red locks that shone like strands of gold and red and emerald green eyes, well, she was undoubtedly beautiful. Beautiful people didn't have to work, if they were willing to abandon all dignity and honour.

Her party would protect her, as they would be made up of horny gamers who'd never seen naked breasts in their lives or kissed a real female, at that. They fought for her - and usually the more isolated and inexperienced a boy, the better gamer they were due to their lack of real lives - and she played the helpless damsel in distress. When she and another were the only ones left, she dropped the act and shredded her opponent to pieces. Nobody suspected empty headed pretty face Autumn until their heads fell from their shoulders.

Oh, then they noticed.

Still, she had to admit she was using absolutely no degree of charm this time. Why? Well, she was going for the Autumn is harmless, Autumn is good, Autumn's a bimbo, Autumn does as Autumn should. No one would look at her twice with her infinitely blonde head. Mmm, she should've given herself bright blonde hair instead of pale brown.

"Don't you have any fucking shame, woman? What the fuck are you even doing playing video games? Shouldn't you be shopping or molesting real boys somewhere really far from here."

"We're going to play a game," he says. "I want you to scream."

Autumn laughed.

"Ouch, my non-existent feelings," she said with a pout, pretending to have been stabbed.

Oh, he was funny, this one. "Actually, no," she purred in answer to his first question, running her fingers down Torn's chest. "Secondly, mmm... None of your business. As for shopping," Autumn smiled, following the line of his jaw with her fingers. "Who needs clothes? Not you, and definitely not me. Nudity is charity. And lastly-" Her smile fell and she stepped back as if Torn had slapped her. "I don't molest children." Autumn pursed her lips, her brows furrowing as if Torn himself had reached his hand through her ribcage and squeezed her heart, she abruptly turned away.

"Anna, baby, we're going to play a game, okay? Okay, baby?" Mama clutches me to her chest, her voice trembling like the walls of the house.

"Ye do realise, lady, that you're assuming that this game were made with the ability to have sex in mind. Virtual reality or no, I don't think they woulda programmed that in."

"That's a little unfortunate, isn't it?" she said, painting a smile on her lips and turning to look at Immy. "We might die without having sex for a week." Autumn sighed dramatically.

Autumn took the pendant she wore around her neck between her fingers, shutting her eyes. Her clothes seemed to glow, turning into a bright light that transformed into something else. When the light spun around her shattered and disappeared, leaving Autumn in her new getup. There, much more practical. But still cute. "Think avatars sweat?" she asked no one in particular. She stretched, lengthening her body and sliding into a split. She stood, stretching her fingers to get a feel of her latest creation. It was quite comfortable.

Her avatar looked different each time in the previous games she'd played, and her username had always been Fall rather than Autumn. She liked it, the anonymity, not that it really mattered except that she could be anyone she wanted without question. She'd requested it herself and it had been quite hard convincing the creators to allow you to change your username. But money solved all disputes and she had a lot of it.

"And you," she said with a genuine smile, tapping Torn's nose lightly. "Are forgiven."

She consulted the map, humming in concentration as she plotted the best route to the Land of Saltus. "We should go." She paused, smiling sardonically. "Well, I'll spare you the pleasure of my company. It was nice meeting you." Annetta curtsied with the grace of a trained figure head who'd had to attend a million boring, expensive parties. "Farewell." She paused before turning to walk away. "And take care," she said quietly.

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< Torn >


"Ouch, my non-existent feelings." Autumn pouted and feigned being stabbed. If only it was true, then Torn's ears wouldn't hurt so much. "Actually, no," she then answered his question and ran her finger on Torn's chest. His body stiffened immediately and his eyes narrowed into a scowl. "Secondly, mmm... None of your business. As for shopping." Oh fuck, she was touching his face. "Who needs cloths? Not you, and definitely not me. Nudity is charity. And lastly-" Suddenly, her smile disappeared and in a swift move she stepped away from him. "I don't molest children." Her expression told him that his words went past that thick and obnoxious personality of hers and straight to her heart. If anything, Torn felt triumphant He couldn't enjoy it for much longer though because she turned around the next second. He blinked a couple of times, his eyes still on the now calmer woman.

"Ye do realise, lady, that you're assuming that this game were made with the ability to have sex in mind. Virtual reality or no, I don't think they woulda programmed that in." Oh, that other woman. He forgot about her.

"That's a little unfortunate, isn't it? We might die without having sex for a week." It seemed she was the only one that might die of it. Oh, Torn hoped that day would come quicker than later. Her fingers took hold of the pendant around her neck and her eyes shut, hiding the emerald stones from his view. Suddenly, she started glowing. Like, no shit, she was fucking glowing. Torn wasn't sure whether to attack her or to run but his body stayed frozen in place instead. His eyebrows scrunched together as the light faded to show her in a new outfit — one that seemed to show off her legs. Hell, at least she wasn't wearing heels anymore. "Think avatars sweat?" The question wasn't directed at no one, so Torn simply glared at her as she began to stretch. His gaze found itself leaving her face and lowering down her shoulders, around the curves, and down to - Wait. What the fuck was he doing? Torn angry shook his head to get whatever glitch he had found himself in.

Torn had been around a lot of, and he's biting his tongue as he thinks this, pretty ladies before. He wasn't that surprised by how — again, he found his head aching as he admitted this — hot Autumn was. Sure, it caught him off guard seeing someone with a face like hers in a video game but other than that, it wasn't something he wasn't used to. He had been surrounded by dumb girls all his life who were nothing but fake. It was when it came to the touching and teasing that Torn can't stand. Really, ain't nobody got time for that shit.

"And you," Autumn appeared back in Torn's eye sight. Crap, she's back. The smile sent his way caused his jaw to clench as an uncomfortable feeling hit him. Again. Fuck. As she tapped his nose and he cursed her entire being, she continued, "Are forgiven."

She stepped back and took out her map, concentration taking over her face. "We should go," she said, and Torn couldn't help but scoff. "Well, I'll spare you the pleasure of my company. It was nice meeting you. Farewell." Autumn turned away. "And take care," she added, this time, in a softer voice. Torn's eyebrow twitched as he rolled his eyes and turned around.

"What fucking ever," he growled and began walking. This was the worst game he's ever played. Everyone here sucked and only pissed him off. It was practically like he was with actual people and that was something Torn wasn't used to. All humans cared about was money, wealth, popularity. All Torn had wanted was to have someone to talk to, to joke around with, to be around. His money always got in the way though and even when he got over the fact that money was more likable than him, once someone spent more time around Torn and realized how his personality was, the money just wasn't enough for them. Ever since that point, Torn became anti-social. It wasn't hard, really. All he had to do was snap at someone or tell the truth and they would either get angry or hurt — either way, they hated him.

For some reason, the image of Autumn came to mind. Her expression as she responded to what he had snapped at her, her good bye, her voice. "Ah." Torn's footsteps came to a halt and after a pause, he turned around. He was crazy, he had to be. That was his only excuse for his idiotic actions. It didn't take long for him to catch up to her. God, if she was that slow, she just might as well just wear those stupid heels. When he got besides her, he spoke, or more specifically, snapped. "Don't fucking say anything. I'm just listening what the twerp from before said about being better off in teams, and you're fucking the worst and I'm the best so just think about it as a stupid favor. Nothing else. And there are going to be rules, first of all, no fucking touching. None. Second of all, no cat references. They're stupid and make you look stupider. Third of all, just don't fucking die." Through his rant that was more of an excuse to keep his mind sane, his head was turn the opposite direction of hers to keep her from noticing how red his face had gotten.