From Schooling to Virtuality [Solo]

[Ragnarok]

    Ragnarok looked at his surroundings, wondering where was he. All he could remember was that he started the game up, made his character with his friends through their instant messaging client, and he logged in, ready to play and enjoy this new world; however, in the first ten seconds of playing, he realized himself feeling dizzy, as if someone had just tazed him as soon as his character spawned. Everything went black and Oswald found himself in the body of his character, Ragnarok, an assassin.

    "What...How is this even possible...?" Ragnarok looked at his body, noticing that he was wearing the same clothes he chose for his character, black, sleeveless shirt and black leggings accompanied by a pair of black boots. "No...This can't be...Am I really...?" Ragnarok, in his confusion, noticing that his status bar lied there. As if on some kind of instinct from either his time in gaming or some kind of other-worldly force, he raised his left hand out to his status bar, applying some pressure to it, and it opened up to display thorough information on Ragnarok's profile in a larger view. "Ragnarok...Assassin...Subclasses are Tracker and Chef...I'm really in the game..."

    Ragnarok dismissed the menu with a simple swipe of his hand, placing his right hand forward, applying pressure just as he did with the menu, hoping that something would happen, and in about two seconds, a total U.I. appeared, detailing his stats, inventory, skills, quest list, party information, friends list, and an area map all in one. Overwhelmed the massive amounts of selections, Ragnarok moved them around quickly, sliding the area map away; pushing his stats off his peripheral vision; quest list, party information, and friends list were thrown off as well. All that was left was his inventory and skills. Before doing anything else, he quickly searched for the log-out button, and once he located it, he tapped on it once, learning that it refused to sign him out. "Hmm? Why can't I log out?" After about five more attempts of trying to log out, Ragnarok came to the dismaying realization that he was trapped in the world of Elder Tale for who knows how long. He sighed, looking back at his menu and tried shrugging off any negative feelings, trying to enjoy his time here as it was still a glorious day. He eyed his inventory for a while, noticing that his starter equipment, a Starter Leather Armor and a Starter Katana filled the space. He tapped on both the armor and the weapon, and in an instant, the soft leather armor appeared on his body, applying itself to his arms, upper body, and lower body, as well as the katana appearing in its sheath on his left side. "Okay. Simple MMORPG stuff." Ragnarok swiped the inventory and equipment away, removing them from his sight, leaving only his skills left.

    "Okay. I chose to be an Assassin, a Tracker, and a Chef." Ragnarok quickly noticed that they were separated into different sections, being eased from any more pain of having to look through everything. He quickly went under the Chef section, noticing that only one skill was available to him, Iron Stomach. It was a passive skill, stopping him from getting any status debuffs from drinks and food as well as giving him the ability to recover from Sickness status effects twice as fast. Ragnarok assumed that the Tracker skill list would be the same as well and he was right. Silent Move was the one skill available for the Tracker, being able to bring the sound of his movement to nothing at the cost of his movement being decreased by 50%. Eventually, Ragnarok came to the Assassin skill list after looking through the Tracker and Chef skill list. "Wow. There's so many to choose from...Which one would fit my style the best...?" Ragnarok was honestly stumped. It took him a measly ten minutes, of which other players started looking at him, noting that he was just standing there, looking into nothing, before Ragnarok could finally come to a solution. Quick Draw. That was going to be his first skill. With this technique, Ragnarok would easily be able to close in on his opponents in a flash. "Alright...That should be it...Now, all I have to do is find my friends...Hopefully..."

    With that note, Ragnarok went out for a walk, placing his hands in his pockets as he walked around London, hoping to find his friends and maybe learn a little more about the locale. Without them, he didn't have much to live for in this new world.

WC: 764

[Ragnarok]

    For an hour straight, without stop or rest, Ragnarok wandered the Half-Gaia's project London. Despite the area being smaller than real London, Ragnarok had no knowledge of what London looked like before. Oswald lived in a city no where close to London and this was an entirely new experience for him. In the hour, he was pretty much able to cover the big locations of this London: the British Royal News Headquarters, the Old Parliament Building, the Westminster Abbey, and the Saint Pancras Station. Ragnarok entered each locations for about a minute each before returning on his goal of finding his friends. He was able to summarize that the BRN HQ was for daily news, as well as mail sent to and from another player; the Old Parliament Building consisted of this city's bank, additionally hosting the meetings of different players to create guilds or parties; the Westminster Abbey was essentially the cathedral for Half-Gaia London; and the St. Pancras Station was where most of the crafting community resided. He saw a few fellow Chefs there as well. They too were still figuring the game out itself, but Ragnarok ended up making some small talk with them, learning more about the reality within the game.

    "Hey...Ragnarok? Before you go, there's something you should know about the food." One of the players opened up his menu, unseen by other players, and in an instant, spawning what looked like a hamburger as he tossed it over to Ragnarok. "Take a bite out of it."

    Ragnarok did as was told, a little hungry as he had just started, and to his appalling surprise, it tasted like stale crackers. He was able to shovel the rest of the hamburger down his throat, despite the bland taste. "Is this really how food tastes in this world...?"

    "Yeah...Well, it's better than nothing right? Plus we found out that if you just eat the plain ingredient that's used to make it, then it'll taste the same as that ingredient." The player who had created the hamburger tossed Ragnarok an apple from his Magic Box. Ragnarok caught it and took a bite out of the vibrantly red apple and was surprised at the taste. Actual, sweet taste from a real food. "Actual taste right? It's better than eating these stale, soggy crackers hamburgers all day long. Well, best be on your way then. We all have a lot of work to do to understand most of the world. Catch you later Ragnarok!"

    "Alright, thanks friends!" Ragnarok waved good-bye to the kind group of Chef as he departed. "Also, you guys can just call me Ragna the next time we meet!" In all honesty, Ragnarok was happy with this point of advice given to him from the Chefs, but sadly, with this conflicting type of news to him, the Chef class seemed pretty pointless as the food it made turned out to be nothing but horrible. Ragnarok contemplated on whether or not he wanted to change his crafting subclass from Chef to something else, but for the moment, he simply shrugged it off, hoping that the additional passive skills would give him a bonus in some areas.

    After that hour had been finished, Ragnarok ended up at the town's center. At this point, he had only one of two goals to make. He could either stay in London, hoping to find his friends, but at the cost of wasting more time, or he could take some action and put his skills to effect by heading out into the Windsor Greatwood area to learn how the combat system in real-time would work. Oswald himself didn't have any experience in sword-fighting before, but he hoped that he would learn the basics when he went out onto the battlefield. He had enough experience in other MMORPGs and video games to know how those characters fought with a sword. Hopefully his body in-game would be able to do the same. After some heavy thinking, Ragnarok decided to head to the Windsor Greatwood, ready to draw out his katana for some hunting.

WC: 678
OOC: Completed