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[color=cyan]	Dubstepp placed his helmet onto his head. He was a bit skeptical of the concept; his consciousness entering a world of fantasy and magic never sounded safe to him. The teen though his hesitation was natural. The means of placing a virtual helmet does cause concerns such as electrocution and hazy vision. 

	Dubstepp shrugged his worries off. If he didn’t like the game, he could just return the device for his money back. He laid down on the floor and imagined he was fortunate to have bought himself a copy. 10,000 individuals and he were part of the lucky bunch. If he didn’t have a steady job or the free time, he would never have got to experience this ground-breaking invention. 

	His hands trembled at the thought. Instead of nervousness, he began to feel anxious. Dubstepp sighed knowing this game could be the best thing imaginable or a major disappointment. It was common for games to be hyped up by critics and game specialists during development only to fail at launch. The teen shivered thinking back to “No Man Sky.” Finally, he muttered, [color=deepskyblue]“Let’s do this.”[/color] His hand flipped the on-switch[/color]

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[color=cyan]	Dubstepp calmly observed his surroundings. He shielded his eyes when the oncoming sun’s beams struck him. The smell of freshly cut grass filled his nostrils. Holding his hand to his face, he became bewildered. Looking at everything in its glory and he didn’t need any specific eyewear. For the first time, Dubstepp could see without the use of glasses. 

	He took his time for his five senses to fully enjoy the virtual reality game. Dubstepp found everything to be revolutionary. Was this going to be a reference for the future of gaming? Were games going to follow the same example? Dubstepp found the entire realism to be a bit scary; he began picking strands of grass from the ground. His hands had the same tickling sensation. 

	Dubstepp continued to do regular actions that could do outside. He wanted to see if there was any difference but to no avail. When he climbed a tree, he found his hands were bothered from the bark. Rolling down a hill proved to be fun, but did hurt slightly with each bump. He even found the grass stuck on him to be bothersome too. Dubstepp laughed and completely enjoyed himself. [color=deepskyblue]“Wow, I guess I’ll have to come and actually play the game.” [/color]

	Dubstepp became tired and decided his day of gaming had to come to an end. He opened up the menu screen and immediately pressed the logout button. No response. Dubstepp patiently waited before pressing the button again; he was convinced the game still had so much data to load. The teen waited a few minutes, his patience was wearing thin. [color=deepskyblue]“Oh, come on. You make the bark of tree realistic, but your logout button is glitched? Are you kidding me?”[/color] Dubstepp began furiously poking at the menu until he was kidnapped to the center of Genesis. 

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	Dubstepp recollected himself, he waved his menu screen off to see what brought him to the town. He hoped the game wasn’t letting him leave on the account of an in-game event. The teen really just wanted to go write some music. Dubstepp analyzed the situation finding more and more players warping in the town’s square. 

	Similar blank expressions were on their faces too. Dubstepp imagined they must have been busy doing something else. This game had great level design, but the AI appeared to be wonky. [color=deepskyblue]“What is going on?”[/color] Dubstepp glanced up to the sky; he felt an evil presence descending towards the population of players. 

	Dubstepp watched as many people began cheering at the sight of the final boss. Clenching his teeth, he didn’t care for what was happening. Most likely the villain of the story was going to keep the players locked with a lengthy tutorial or a dull monologue. As he spoke, Dubstepp found himself trembling at his knees. Power emanated from the final boss’ voice; it was thunderous enough to shatter nearby windows and scare off unknowing birds. 

	[color=deepskyblue]“They need to nerf that real quick,”[/color] Dubstepp muttered. Game-design wise, the villain appeared to be super-terrifying. An ominous atmosphere clouded Dubstepp’s mind. Repeatedly, he reminded himself that this was a game. Just a game and nothing else; however, something itched at the back of Dubstepp’s mind. 

	The villain gave an explanation concerning the nerve gear. Apparently, the gaming helmet had a particular microwave capable of killing its user. Dubstepp’s eyebrow cocked up. [color=deepskyblue]“This is the worst at-risk announcement ever,”[/color] he commented. Game-designers must have learned the capable destruction of the helmet and cleverly disguised a warning label behind the game’s main villain. It was distasteful to think the game could literally kill you. 

	[color=deepskyblue]“I’m going to give a very low score on Metacritic,”[/color] Dubstepp warned. He didn’t want the helmet on any longer due to the unsafe hazard. The teen was going to open up his menu for a second time before the villain began acting out. Watching in horror, he listened to the words of the monster. A young girl’s avatar had her throat strangled. [color=deepskyblue]“I thought this was a kid’s game.”[/color]

	Dubstepp signed up for a fantasy adventure, not for some Saw inspired death palooza. Sounds of glass breaking startled the boy’s ears. Players located all around him shifted through various body appearances. They did not resemble their beautiful avatars anymore. Most of them appeared flawed and not resembling the charm he once saw before. Dubstepp touched his face and became upset. His finger had struck a zit on his forehead which he had before coming into the game. 
	
	Noticing everyone’s abnormalities, he knew that all the players reverted back to their real-life personas. Nothing was making sense and the game was becoming more unplayable. Turning to the villain in the sky, he stared at him as he delivered a fatal point. The girl being choked had died in his hands. A group of diamonds appeared and taken the woman away. [color=deepskyblue]“If I die, I’m actually dead,”[/color] Dubstepp repeated the words given to him. 

	His mind clouded with confusion. Did this villain really expect a bunch of pre-teens to beat an MMORPG? The villain said he peace and returned back to his portal. Dubstepp gritted his teeth. If intimidation was the key, the game executive was successful. Dubstepp’s ears rang once a plethora of crying and wailing flooded his canals. Opening up the menu, he attempted to see if it was a joke. 

	He became infuriated and stopped trying. The town square was becoming a crying festival; too many players screaming had kept him from thinking. A lot of individuals were in his personal space which only upset him further. Knowing the city’s layout, he quickly headed to the shopping district. The musician made the decision to visit a bar for some silence. He expected some competent players might do the same.

	[color=deepskyblue]“This can’t be real.”[/color] He said as he began sprinting. [color=deepskyblue][i]”Frizzle Frazzle,”[/i][/color] Dubstepp tried muttering a curse word but realized the censorship was still on. [color=deepskyblue]“Are you [i]frizzle frazzling[/i][/color] kidding me right now?” More and more, Dubstepp became irked. Why couldn’t he just go home?[/color]