It was dark...[i]really[/i] dark. The absolute darkest darkness that Oscar had ever seen in his life. There was no light anywhere...yet for some reason, he could still see himself

[b]Please input your username.[/b]

...and apparently that too. Whatever was going on, it clearly had to be a dream. So there wasn't any problem with just playing along and seeing where it went. Oscar's first idea for a username was ButtonMash, but he quickly decided that it sounded too stupid

[b]RythemGear[/b]

Then the text box thingy changed

[b]Welcome to ReSet ReaLity! A world in peril needs your help! Join forces with other players to save Espereox! To begin, choose your class type.[/b]

Class!? Woop! Oscar didn't even need to see the other choices, his finger rammed the cross symbol 

The text changed again.

[b]You have chosen the Cleric, the basic support class. Clerics support the front lines, healing and apply beneficial buffs to allies, or applying debuffs enemies. At Level 20, the Cleric can be promoted to an Acolyte, a Bard, or a Shaman.

Are you sure that you want to choose this class?[/b]

Oscar didn't even need to think about it; yes he wanted to be the support class. Not only did he find helping people to be fun, but supports tended to be on of the lesser played class types, and therefor were in higher demand

[b]Good choice! You will make an excellent mage, I'm sure. You will be given your abilities and be transported to Espereox momentarily.[/b]

Oscar jumped up in the air; this was going to be so awesome!

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

...okay...maybe a little less awesome them he first thought

That's when the pain came. As a socially awkward outcast, Oscar wasn't a stranger to pain (being prime bulling material). He hadn't however felt anything like this before. It hurt...[/i]a lot[/i] he was hurt in ways he didn't even know he could be hurt. He was lucky that he had managed to come up with a way to distract himself from pain before, otherwise it might have been too much to handle. It was over before he even knew it.

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When he woke up, Oscar found himself at some kind of old shrine. As the pain from before had shown him; this was real. However Oscar wasn't too worried; he was going to be stuck home alone for a few months anyway, and surely there was some way to get back home...right? After he got his baring straight, he did the next logical thing. "Hello! Healer looking for party!" find someone else who could make things die, because he was pretty much screwed on his own