Jacenta had woken up.

She wanted to get on the irc. She wanted to say, it was a hoax, its fake, it doesn't exist.

She wanted to still be in her room.

But no. She wasn't. Why? She didn't know. She wanted to just go out, for once. She wanted to go and have fun with some of her [i]real[/i] friends. But she couldn't. She wanted to, but she couldn't. The world hated her, she kmew that. She never got to wake up one day with the intent of doing something, and actually do it. There was always somethingg that stopped her. It always happened. 

She got up out of her bed, and a panel came up. 

[b]Input your username.[/b]

"...what? That can't be right." That isn't right. This has to be a dream. But, still, she entered her name. 

[b]laji-2[/b]

That was her name everywhere, pretty much from 2008 until now. She had an incredibly small music alias with it, as she quit early on.

[b]Welcome to ReSetReaLity[/b]

It's a fucking dream. It has to be. This couldn't be real. No. It just can't.

She saw a bow and arrow, and pushed it. She loved ranged classes in lots of games.

[b]You have chosen the ArcheR, thE baSic offEnsive ranged class. The ArcheR stands somEwhAt away from the fight, shooting a Large amount of arrows . At level 20, the Archer can be promoted. Are you sure you want to choose thIs class? [/b]

Yes, she was sure.

[b]Good choice. You'll be a excellenT archer for Your teammates. You will be transported to Espereox.[/b]

If this isn't a dream, s-

[b]This may hurt a bit.[/b]

She screamed. She screamed, shouted for help, needed someone to stop this great pain. "Wake up..." She managed to say before the amount of pain was almost moving her body. She held her ears, and it felt like there was a piercing beep going through her eardrums. She knelled down and thought, 'I can wake up, right?'

It stopped. Did she wake up? No.

It was real. Okay. This is new.