[center][h2][color=Chocolate]Kingslayer[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][i]Virtual Reality World: Champions Football // The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim[/i][/center]

The avatar of Roman Lee, a tall and athletic man by the username of "Kingslayer," sprinted forward at full force. On any given day, he sometimes sprinted down a battlefield with a sword in hand. Other days, he ran through the crosshairs of simulated gunfire and elite soldiers. Today, however, Kingslayer's feet carried him down a long green pitch. His cleats hit the ground as he moved as fast as his upgraded speed skills would allow him to. He slowed only as he reached the last defender of the opposing team. The left forward, a player named "DannyBoy," reached the defenders as well, several meters from the 18 line. DannyBoy took a single, swift kick and punted the football across the pitch towards Kingslayer. Now rid of the danger of being called offsides, the latter burst forward, his stamina bar rapidly draining. As he raced forward, he could see the clock in his HUD. It read 89:52. They had 8 seconds to score a goal and advanced the 2-2 draw.

The ball sailed through the air, curving in a nearly perfect arch, or so DannyBoy had intended. It seemed as though the ball was coming in short, leading Kingslayer to curve his run into the keeper's box. He burned past the last defender as the ball sailed towards the ground, near to landing between him and the keeper. As the keeper stepped from the goal to get to the ball, Slayer lunged upward, his boot catching the ball with his first touch and sending the ball into a volley. The keeper dove forward, hands reaching for the ball, but Slayer jumped over him, feeling weightless in the air. His right, preferred foot came swinging as his body tilted into a near backflip. His boot made solid contact with the ball, as he performed an almost perfect bicycle kick, sending it flying into the middle of the net as Slayer rolled on the ground with a thud. 

A shout sounded from the animated spectators and the players on the field rushed towards him. Kingslayer jumped to his feet as the clock sounded and a loud horn signaled the finale of the match. His teamates rushed towards them, shouting in excitement as they all surged towards the righthand corner of the field. Kingslayer reached the corner flag and slid down onto his knees, in a dramatic celebration. As the other players swarmed him, he pounded his chest.

He stood as DannyBoy sprinted over, jumping on top of him. "What a ball, Slayer!" 

[color=chocolate]"Great cross, man!"[/color] He exclaimed as the end-match stats. Kingslayer checked his stats, two goals; one assist. As all of the players were returned to Homeworld, Kingslayer's football uniform was changed with his default outfit - black pants, brown boots, and a white t-shirt.

The player opened his HUD Menu and teleported himself to his In-Game home, a lavish penthouse apartment in the Virtual Rendition of Uptown New York. The apartment was a very expensive home, and it was obvious by all of its bells and whistles. He walked to the office space, unlocked it with a keypad that only he knew that combination to. He shut the door behind him and crossed the office to the large bay widow that looked over the virtual city. He often found himself gazing through this window, entranced by what he saw. Everything from the sun overhead to the fabricated smoke from factories, all of it was so real... but in the back of his head, he knew he was only looking at translated 1's and 0's.

He sighed, turned, and sat in a high backed chair in front of his desk. He opened his HUD Menu, selecting his friends list. He spotted his sister's username, and saw that she was playing Skyrim. He sighed, opened a drop-down menu and fast travelled to his car garage. As he entered, he walked past several luxury cars, two of which he'd won in VR Football tournaments. He then passed his collection of eight motorcycles, each having a different specialty. He found his car of choice; a matte black Virtual Model of a Lamborghini Aventador. A swift motion of his hand signaled the car's program to activate, and the suicide doors slid up into the air. He climbed in, pressed the button to shut the doors, and activated the push-to-start ignition. The igntion caught and the vehicle quite literally roared to life.

Roman pulled the supercar to the garage door, which opened automatically. He pulled out onto the streets of virtual New York, and sped away at with a squeal of his tires. A drive that should've taken a normal player about ten minutes only took Roman two minutes and fifteen seconds. He reached  a portal hub in a fancy part of the city. As he reached the valet spot, he slid the car to a halt with a skid of his tires. He stepped out and the car vanished in a slew of hexagons, only to return when he himself returned. Several player standing close by were picking up their jaws after his super car had pulled through. 

Roman reached the portals and selected the fantasy world he desired. As he shifted into the world of Skyrim, his expensive, modern clothes were traded for something more fitting of a Medieval Fantasy Realm. He wore a tan tunic, brown boots, and black belted pants at his waist, upon which hung an ornate black dagger with a curved blade and sheath. His house was a secluded home in the mountains of the Eastmarch Hold, about ten miles from the nearest town of Kynesgrove. In the middle of the main room was a firepit, surrounded by small benches. Upon one of these benches sat an NPC, a large Orismer warrior by the name of Nargosh. The NPC was his personal companion for when he didn't have his sister or friends to play alongside him. He walked towards the door and equipped his travel gear - a set of elven light armor and an orcish short sword with shock damage enchantments. It wasn't his strongest, but it was enough to hold him off if he needed to get out of a situation while traveling. 

As he beckoned his companion out of the door to his home, he squinted his eyes to adjust to the light of the forest. Amongst the quiet of the wooded region, he heard the sound of bootfall to his left. He quickly cast a spell in his right hand to detect nearby enemies. He saw the first player stand from his crouched position behind a tree, drawing his bow as he stood. The arrow from the players bow sailed and hit the ground in front of Kingslayer's feet. 

[b]"GIVE US BACK THE SPELL TOMES AND WE WON'T KILL YOU!"[/b] Another player shouted as he and five others stepped out from their various hiding places. He strategically planned his next move as the group of Player Bandits formed a circle around the front of his home, meanwhile he discreetly sent a group message to three players. The one who had yelled was a steel-armored player named B4DB0Y and wielded an elven war-axe.

[color=Chocolate]"I don't have the spell tome, our guild mage has already used it."[/color] He said, truthfully. About three days ago, he and a group of friends had stolen a tome from a bandit camp, but they'd had to fight these guys to get it. They'd won that fight by a mile. [color=Chocolate]"And you lost, last time around."[/color]

[b]"Well there's only one of you here!"[/b] B4DB0Y yelled. [b]"You and your Orc are way outnumbered, dude! It's 6 on 2"[/b]

In his offhand, Roman summoned an invisibility spell into his right hand, casting it and sprinting quickly as he drew his sword. Though the spell cost him all of his magika, it was worth it. He rounded the tree where the archer stood and quickly executed three quickstrikes, draining his HP to 10 Points. As the cloak faded from the brief seconds of invisibility, Roman swung towards the Archer's neck, executing a kill animation and decapitating the avatar; hence what happened when you challenged a player that was nearly 20 levels higher than you.

[color=Chocolate]"Attack!"[/color] He yelled to Nargosh. The Orc sprang into programmed combat moves as he engaged a leather armored player. On Kingslayer's right was a Avi in storm cloak armor, who swung his Warhammer into his left shoulder, sending Roman's avatar toppling over. His upgraded agility allowed him to recover quickly, rolling to his feet. Warhammer-boy swung again, but Kingslayer rolled to the right, leaving the hammer to crash into a tree. While the player was recovering, Roman activated his special ability as an Imperial character to increase his luck and raise his chance at a critical hit for fifteen seconds. He swung down at the player, his own sword activating the critical hit and allowing him another kill animation, in which he slid the tip of his katana through the players ribcage, then ripped him to the ground.

Roman turned in time to see Nargosh use his Battleaxe to slice through B4DB0Y's armor, sending him to Valhalla as well. Nargosh's HP was drastically low, but he could only see one player left. Nargosh switched paths and focused his attacks towards the final player - a female mage called KandyMandy. The player drew her hands as Nargosh swung what Roman thought would be a fatal blow. Instead of getting hitting, KandyMandy thrust her palms outward, summoning a massive arch of flame and striking Nargosh in the chestplate. [color=Chocolate]"Ah, crap..."[/color]Kingslayer muttered to himself as his companion fell. He flipped his katana and prepared to fight, sprinting forward at the mage. KandyMandy was not prepared to receive his lightning-charged blade, and she toppled over, but her HP didn't drain, but was rather only damaged slightly. He slid to the ground and she left her right hand to cast a spell at him. He pinned her hand to the ground and reared back to stab her, but she opened her mouth and led out an earth-shaking cry.

[b]"FUS ROH DAH!!"[/b] Her magic cry sent him flying backwards, sailing into the wall of his home.     As Kingslayer hit the ground, he swore, his HP bar dropping lower than he would've liked. An alert on his HUD read, "You've been paralyzed". He could see KandyMandy walking towards him, summoning a firebolt spell in her right hand. She charged it, preparing to kill him. She thrust her hand forward, casting the spell. Just as the bolt of fire formed in her hand, a horse rider charged into the clearing, swinging a glass warhammer into the mage. He body went limp as the charged attack dropped her HP to 0, and the avatar did a dramatic flip before hitting the ground with a dull thump. Kingslayer sighed in relief as he felt his avatar being able to move again, just in time. The horse trotted to a halt in the middle of the clearing and the rider jumped down. The player was a tall, muscular avatar named Ganandork - the tank of Kingslayer's guild.

[b]"Dude, did hear that chick use Thu'Um."[/b] He asked as he walked over to Roman, who stood to his feet.

[color=Chocolate]"Yeah."[/color] He said, high fiving his friend. Ganandork gave an awed laugh.

[b]"Did you ask her where she got the words and the dragon souls?"[/b] He asked.

[color=chocolate]"No, Gan. I was trying not to die and loose my gear."[/color]

[b]"Dude, check out her mage robes! Jaxter could totally use them."[/b] Ganandork leaned over the dead mage and began looting the avatar's corpse.

[color=chocolate]"Oh come on, I can buy Jax some of those, don't take her clothes-"[/color]He said, but Ganandork took the avatar's mage robes, leaving the dead body in nothing but underwear. [color=chocolate]"C'mon, have some decency."[/color] 

[b]"Dude, all these guys gotta have something on them."[/b] Ganandork began searching the other bodies, leaving Kingslayer to shake his head.

[color=Chocolate]"Okay, you have fun violating dead bodies. I'll be in Whiterun meeting my sister."[/color] He said, only receiving a distracted wave from his guildmate. He opened his menu and selected fast travel, transporting himself to Whiterun.