'...What in the toast cinnamon fuck...'
That was the sentence that plagued the mind of the young man that was sitting at a bench in some kind of park, his thin fingers and sharp fingernails denoting that his body had suffered major changes.
He stood up, noticing that his attire had been changed to a white shirt and a dark grey waistcoat. The neck part of the shirt is decorated by a scarf with a tone of pink, tied around like some kind of tie.
His lower body's clothing also changed, composed of black trousers with a brown belt. And finally, a pair of grey lustered shoes.
If he was able to look at himself in third person, he would notice that his appearance was that of a sick young man, with skin white as snow, teeth sharp, like those of a ghoul. His eyebrows thin and pupils black and small, his eyes surrounded by dark-colored circles akin to shadows, making them seem like the eyes of a predator.
His dark hair was at neck-length and all over the place, yet still denoted a sense of fanciness. Two bangs descended at his front, and a curly ahoge sprung upwards, giving the impression of having its own will.
Looking around, he felt overwhelmed by the amount of new information passing through his mind, and he sat down again on that same bench, he closed his eyes and vanished his troubled mind onto the realm of memories.
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MMORPG, VRMMORPG, VRRPG, all of these were terms of the same concept.
Role Playing Games.
When speaking of Roleplaying Games, many imagine tons of players diving towards treasure in a real-time fantasy world, with pop-up screens displaying their overpowered stats and his fingers on their keyboards, ready to unleash the hell of attacks upon their sorry enemies.
Or maybe people clad in tracking-motion gear, doing weird gestures while slashing their way through an army of goblins, on the dark side of some random moon.
Some even fantasize the idea of leaving their body behind and letting their mind be their guide, in some kind of bizarre similitude to a certain anime.
But most of them fail to realize the charm of the good old dice and sheet.
And many more forget that you can make your own Tabletop Roleplaying Game.
Such was the life of a young man, who excitedly arrived home to join RPG sessions with his online friends, and embarked on epic adventures, not by the use of fancy graphics, but the magic of words and imagination.
Starting with 0 experience in tabletop games, he just went with the flow of everything for a while, only contributing short dialogues or just random actions that didn't serve any purpose but to make himself be noted.
After time passed, he took a more active role yet was still AFK at least 50% of the time, despite that, he still had the time of his life, enjoying the company, the story, the shenanigans, the adventures…
But all that is fun doesn't last for long
The RPG sessions had to end after all...
But his real talent was after the sessions were over.
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His fingers glided across the keyboard, and the mousepad was manipulated with utter mastery…
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In the RPG server's discussion section, something always happened after the runs were over.
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An idea, a template, some text, copy to evade watermark and then paste.
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This man's skills had been polished through time, making him an utter machine.
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"HOLY SHIT"
"SOMEONE'S MOTIVATED!"
"He has the fast."
"Bruh"
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An absolute, and monstrous…
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His fingers stopped, exhausted, and he scrolled up through the group chat, staring at the memes he just made.
Looking at the time of each one, he clapped as he exclaimed loudly…
"YOOOOOO 20 MEMES IN 2 MINUTES LES FUCKING GOOOOOOO"
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Meme machine.