[i]Of course[/i] Grace had to be one of the first to play [i]Chronicles of Eden[/i] - her NEET status demanded it: If there was a new game coming out, Grace would have it preordered. Almost all of the walls in her small apartment was filled floor-to-ceiling with game cases and merchandise. Of course her parent's disapproved, but at least she wasn't filling [i]their[/i] house with her obsession.

The young woman sat in her dark apartment, curled up in her desk chair as she fiddled about with her character creation. "[color=BDB76B]Oh my god, there's [i]beastmaster?! [b]Need[/b]![/i][/color]" she excitedly exclaimed, immediately having to whip her cursor to it and select the option. The very [i]moment[/i] that Grace had hit "confirm," her desktop sparked, and her headset had electrocuted her, knocking her out.

Grace awoke to the bright glare of the sun in her eyes, causing her to have to shield them with an arm. She couldn't remember anything after her computer sparked and shocked her. She certainly hoped it was okay, otherwise she would have to find something [i]else[/i] to occupy her time with. 

Eventually, Grace sat up, dropping her arm from her face. As she looked about her surroundings, Grace couldn't help but wonder [color=BDB76B][i]wait... How did I get [b]in[/b] here?[/i][/color]. She was sitting on the edge of a field, and all she could see was [i]green[/i] everywhere - she definitely wasn't in the real world, because she couldn't think of anywhere that was [i]this[/i] lush. She wondered if she had died and she was sitting in limbo, but she'd noticed something that crushed that theory [i]right[/i] away: A name floated above her head: [b][i]Vulenn.[/i][/b]

Grace could feel the subtle breeze dance across her stomach. [color=BDB76B][i]But how [b]can[/b] I feel that? I'm wearing a [b]sweater[/b] for Christ's sake.[/i][/color] Upon looking down, Grace noticed that her midriff was almost completely bare, save for the strap of cloth that connected her shorts to her barely-a-shirt. She didn't seem to react much, just simply letting out a quiet "[color=BDB76B]or not...[/color]" The fact of the matter was that her mind was racing as she was internally fangirling over the complexity of the game code. Sure she expected to [i]look[/i] like her character - logically it made sense to look exactly like your character; but she never expected to feel her [i]senses[/i] in-game.

She couldn't help herself, but Grace, rather, [i][color=BDB76B]Vulenn[/color][/i], suddenly exclaimed, jumping in her place before happily dancing on the spot. As she danced, she turned in place and was shaking her fists about; happy laughter escaped her mouth, and with good reason - there was [i]no[/i] game as complex and amazing as this one: It was [i]definitely[/i] getting a 5-star rating.