Jason was sitting in front of his computer. He just ate a massive lunch and made sure to drink a lot of water. He even went to the toilet after putting on the most comfortable clothes he could find. He wanted to fully enjoy this game, he didn't want anything to break his immersion for at least a couple of hours.

He put on the gear needed for the game, such as goggles and finally started the game.

[i]"Wings of Ash"
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"The world of Ashlin seeks a hero..."[/i]

Jason chose the beastmaster class when he saw that Grifs could be pets. He named it Blitz because of the potential agility it had.

Jason's character, Xzayler spawned in the City of Beginnings. Everything was so detailed. The buildings, the clear flow of the water, the leaves, some weed growing between the rocks. Tons of other people were spawning along with him. Another player walked to him, his name was xxXSupaBadassKillaXxx.
"Hey, you wanna join my guild?"
[b]"I'll just look around first..."[/b]

He opened his inventory, and saw a very basic, greenish brown leather armor and a long whip equipped.
[b]"It's not that bad, could be worse"[/b]

Suddenly, he remembered his grif. He looked around and noticed a small creature. Looked more like a kitten with wings and a beak though.

[b]"Well hello there! You are a lot smaller than I expected, we'll grow together though"[/b]

He still didn't move from his spawning point and decided he should do something. He walked down a random alley, ignoring all the intrusive players who wanted him to join his guild, be in their team, or trade something. Meanwhile, he was on the lookout for anyone who might seem nice to team up with. He was looking for people with different classes, so they could form a balanced team. He was planning to be one of the best at this game as well. But for that, he needed total immersion. He closed his real eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. He made himself think he was sleeping, shutting the real world out. Then he opened his eyes. He was now a Xillite, a strong Xillite with a whip in his hands and a small Grif by his feet. He was now [b]The[/b] Beastmaster.

He lifted his arm up and quickly lowered it, craking his whip. He felt good, the sound showed power, that whips could actually hurt and be useful.
He felt light but powerful, his armor only able to defend him from light damage, but not blocking him in any way.

He set out on the random street again, hoping to somehow get out of the city, into some kind of forest where he could hunt boars or whatever, so that he and Blitz could get their first kill.