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Spawning his avatar into the starting zone he had selected was quite literally like being born again. The sun was blinding, his body felt like it was too heavy to move, and his lungs felt like they were being used for the first time. Maybe he should have listened to the owl about stats, those 0 selections are probably going to be the end of him, it was taking effect right now after all. 

As Kriz laid there in the grass with his throat feeing dry and hoarse, he couldn’t even produce words or signals to the others around him. Just slight gasps, deep breaths, trying to remain calm through the rather traumatizing experience. [color=6FEFFF]I’m going to talk about this on reddit.[/color] Frustration began to sink in, especially when a fellow player came to help him and began to give him very serious medical attention. Kriz’s glossy eyes took a long look at the rescuer, but submitted to his actions, he just wanted to play the game. So if this would speed up that up he would take what he could get.

As his chest began to be compressed and the person transitioned from one maneuver to another, he could slowly feel the adjustment to breathing taking place. Whether that was this man’s hard work, a failsafe to assist new players with poor stat selection, or something else entirely, Kriz did not care in the slightest. He turned to the player with the clean cut hair and stubbly beard to graciously nod his head. His body remained planted firmly to the grass, no plans on moving anything as of yet but speech now seemed possible.

[color=6FEFFF]“Thank you. I actually thought I was going to die before I could even play the game. That would’ve sucked.”[/color]

He laughed, winded chuckles only escaping his lungs a couple of times before his baby lungs felt exhausted once again. Anger began to set in the back of his mind. If he didn’t have the energy to speak, how was he going to stand up and walk around and enjoy the game? The gracious expression was gone, replaced with a deadpan expression, and as he pressed himself into a sitting position it would be clear as day to those around him that this act alone was quite a challenge. His arms shook, his breathing was weak, palms might have been been sweaty, mom’s spaghetti. Kriz was nervous that he had ruined his own experience, but maybe it could be fixed?

[color=6FEFFF]“Anybody read about stat resets?”[/color]

The look on his face as he now sat up was a concerning one. The sight of a player who had nearly already given up, a mixture of many negative emotions along with the brief positive exposure that was experienced beforehand. It was psychological whiplash, on day one hour 00:00.