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Paralyze had been stay awake for about half an hour now and doing nothing except from looking at the 4 wooden wall surrounding him. The gritty brown color of the walls blended perfectly with the warm sunlight. The shadow of trees and bird casting on the floor, revealing crack and holes that Paralyze could see the bar below him. And laying on the bed, Paralyze remember about the cold true fact of his real life. The sound of boys playing with each other on the stone pathway beneath reached Paralyze's ears, reminding him of what he used to possess. 

Paralyze shake his head and stay there on his bed, continue to staring at the wall in front of him. He did not even bother to move a finger to unequip his cloth armor as the thing continues to apply its weight on his body. And Paralyze remembered how he would spent his day doing so, staring blindly at the wall or the TV. He was helpless and dependable on others. Those that used to be his friends were now replaced with medical tools and strong doses of painkillers. During those moments, Paralyze would reminisce about his glorious and freedom days. The moment when he bathed in fame and glory. Of his glorious achievements and the constant bragging about his endless talents. 

But now, Paralyze is being himself. Nothing but a man with disabilities. Even now he could imagine himself being insert with multiple doses just to keep him to stay alive. Multiple strands of wire connecting to his spinal cords, preventing his immune system from falling apart. Tubes connecting to his stomach to feed him the nutrition he needed. The VRMMORPG are still connecting to his brain, sending these cybernetic signals to his brain to give him these worlds to claim his life. He had a chance to die and chose not to in the real world. Clenching his fists, Paralyze tried to lift himself up. But it seems that himself believing in the name “Paralyze" too much had cause his mind to truly paralyzed. The blurring sight, the fastens breath, the sweaty and shaken hand, it was all too real to be fake. Slowly, Paralyze felt his sight being taken away from him, leaving him in the cold and damp darkness corner of his mind. His lungs constantly grasping for air. But there was nothing. Holding his breath, Paralyze opened his mouth and felt something hard pierced his throat. It was horrible as Paralyze could felt its hard and rigid surface. It was cold like a metal rod, bent into spear-like shapes. And there come another. And another.

Paralyze screamed, but no one could hear a word but a few scarlet bubbles that began to flow out from his throat. It was like someone trying to kill you in front of yours eyes. Paralyze hands began to grabbing everything around him. He need something to hold him back, something to save him. He clawed and teared, unleashing his madness. But there was no used. The darkness opened its mouth as it welcomed thousand and billions of souls into its domain. And Paralyze was still desperately grabbing for something. It seems obscure as he continuously grabbing nothingness, unwary about the fact that he had died. Outside, doctors bowed their head due to their “we had done our best but sadly he could not make it” reason. And in the center, there was this disfigured things. It was molded by flesh and resemble some parts of human. But worms and insects are eating that blob of flesh, and others were bowing to that scene. 

Launching himself from the bed, Paralyze looked around. His throat was intact, and his eyes are not blurred at all. Surprisingly enough, Paralyze poured no sweat during that horrible nightmare. His bed sheets were completely fined with no signs of being teared or clawed. Outside, men and women began doing their work. And Paralyze, with one hands covered his face mumbling to himself as he opened his status. It seems everything is real, Paralyze said to himself before shaking his head. But what could be real, Paralyze thinks as he slowly approached the wooden door. Opening it, Paralyze saw a man holding a bow in his hand and seem to have many problems. Being a patient and “waiting for his slowly yet undeniably and unavoidable death” kind of guy, Paralyze tried to open the conversation with a warm smile and booming voice. [color=228B22]“Hello there, how can I helped you?” [/color]