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  Critarow's POV

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  Today was like any other, I came home from my boring 9-5 desk job dealing with angry middle aged women for what seems like an eternity.

  Why do they even care so much about the price increases of cosmetics for this damn company anyway. Even if I COULD help them I wouldn't care to with how they treat me.

  I open the slowly decaying pstic door to my apartment unit and have to pinch my nose at the sour smell coming from st nights leftovers. Or was it the night before that?

  "Fucking annoying"

  Walking past the heaps of bck trash bags littering the small kitchen I have to jump over the discolored remnants leaking out of one of the splits in the closest bag to my room.

  I don't even bother to undress from this terribly uncomfortable uniform before quickly slipping the Full Dive VR neckband around my neck and csp it shut.

  "Power on"

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  My vision goes bck and my body seems to disapear for a moment as my awareness slips from me.

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  When I open my eyes I am floating in an all white space with a menu dispying various apps and games, a blue box surrounds the box I focus on. I quickly find the 'Glory Online' box and think about logging in.

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  *Static* *Buzzing*

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  'Welcome to Glory Online'

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  As my in game characters body starts to generate I quicky look around to make sure the area I st logged out in has changed at all. The bog pgued by musty air and putrid still water with reeds sticking out of the water in various pces surrounded me, as I look down I see the same old trusty sword I bought at the starting vilge's bcksmith.

  "I should start the stream already"

  "ehem"

  "Hey guys nice to see you all! Yeah im still in this damn bog, anyway, you have all seen the title and hopefully you have been keeping track of my regeneration stat levels. Yep thats right im almost at 10 regeneration levels, not too sure what will happen but maybe a skill evolution? No clue"

  I read the chat and notice alot of people telling me to just get to the point and hurry up, 'I hate this... think about the money.. think about the money'.

  "Alright, alright lets get to it"

  I grab the small dagger I have been using to nick my arm for it to regenerate and breifly hesistate, 'why does this stupid game even hurt so fucking much, I mean whos idea was it to have real 1.1 pain in a vr game anyway. Sick Fucks'. I look over at the chat and see the usual trolls saying that doing this is natural selection.

  I cut a slight mark down the forearm of my left arm and grimace internally, 'I cant afford to give those fucking trolls anymore ammunition than they already have'

  "See look, I can barely even feel it. Hopefully this will be the st one for me to get +10 regeneration notifications"

  I wait for what seems like forever as the burning sensation slowly lightens and the wound slowly fades away, no notification appears.

  "huh, maybe there is a higher freshold to get a double digit regeneration level?"

  Before I can wonder about it further I hear fast scuttling behind me and whip my head around as fast as possible, 'I swear I saw something?'

  "Did anyone see anything when I turned around just now?"

  Looking over to the chat I notice the usual shitposting and [Is this guy dumb? LOLOLOL]. 'fucking kids', looking around further I dont see anything.

  "Nevermind, anyway time for the second cut and maybe we can get it hahaha"

  As I bring the dagger slowly to my skin, the tip budding a light red bulb of blood to appear at the rough contact. Before I can slide it across my forearm, I notice something. Something too te. 'Its silent?'

  "Why is it so quiet? Does anybody hear anyt- *THUNK* AGHHK"

  I look down and see a spear tip through my chest, the pain was something I could never have prepared myself for. Somehow without me noticing someone, or something, has snuck up behind me. The st thing I heard was a crooked hair raising screech like ughter before my thoughts slipped from me.

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