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Isaac let out a groan as he collapsed down onto his bed. Another day, another dollar. Though there were rumors of a pay raise going around the office. Maybe then he could afford a nicer place. His current arrangement wasn't [i]bad[/i] per se, just kind of cramped. At least the internet was good. Maybe those two extra years of college for a bachelor's degree wouldn't be such a bad idea. But could he really afford it? Maybe could get a grant or a scholarship. Or if he was truly lucky, maybe the company would help pay for it. He should talk to his boss about that tomorrow. 

Isaac looked to his alarm clock on the dresser next to him. Looks like he still had a couple of hours left in the day. What to do, what to do... Well, he definitely knew a trip to the grocery store was in order, his fridge was getting pretty bare, and it wasn't exactly going to just spawn in new food, despite how much he wanted it to. Fortunately, there was a grocery store right across the street. Talk about prime real estate. 

Now outside and standing at the intersection, a loud beeping sound went off as the crosswalk lights changed. Yet just as he took his first step onto the street, he heard the sound of a car horn as a massive box truck barreled past him, the wind from its passing causing him to nearly fall backwards. [color=FFCE00]"Jesus Christ!"[/color] He yelped. He looked around to see if anyone else had just seen what he had. Strangely, there were no others on either side of the crosswalk, and few down the streets either didn't see or didn't care about what had just happened. He'd better stay more vigilant, he wouldn't want to end up on one of those sappy TV commercials about not texting and driving or something. 

Curiously, just as he thought of that, he felt a buzz in his pocket as his phone alerted him of a notification. Quickly crossing the street, he pulled out his phone to see what it was. It was an email, from someone he didn't recognize. Something about saving the digital world from evil armies, and protecting the innocent. Was this a game ad? Usually these get sent straight to the spam folder. Then it clicked. One of his friends at work kept bugging him to play some MMO with him. Was this him? How'd he even get his email in the first place anyways? Well, the least he could do was sign up.

Upon clicking the link there was a blinding flash of light, as Isaac desperately covered his eyes with the black sleeve of his jacket. He let out a grunt as the pain in his eyes subsided, lowering his arm. Only now he wasn't on the streets, but rather some sort of marble room. Was this one of those pranks where they build a room around you while you're not looking? Or...

[Color=FFCE00]"Did that truck... actually hit me?"[/Color] He muttered to himself, readjusting his beanie.