"Yes... yes I understand, no I'll pick up his things, thanks again."
The man seemed very distraught, as he sat in the leather cushion of the sofa tossing his phone to the side, he rubbed his forehead as he let out an exasperated sigh.
"What the hell am I going to do."
Two weeks before, Roth received a phone call during his shift. He was only twenty-six a fairly plain looking man with black hair and was always quiet and kept to himself, so a phone call for him during his shift seemed very odd. As he soon realizes the phone call was from the hospital. His father, on his way back to his house, was T-boned directly to the driver side. The paramedics did all they could, but he passed away in the emergency room.
Roth has been grieving and hasn't been to work since that day. His colleagues understand as well as his boss, losing a father like that is not an easy thing to overcome. Roth's father was the only person in his life, losing his mother at a young age and be an only child this was more then he could handle. It was a small funeral only a few who were very close to them attended the event and soon he was back to the regular life, but Roth wasn't the same person after that. Now he received a phone call about his father belongings in storage, they said he either pick them up or be sold to auction, so he decided to pick his father's belongings.
With all his father's belongings in possession, he decides to look through the mountains of boxes. The first one was old trophies of his college days in football. Another was a stamp collection, the book was practically about to explode on how much he collected.
"Jesus, dad I didn't know you were a jock and geek at the same time." he chuckled for a moment, only for a tear to drop.
"Crap c'mon don't cry man." he wiped is eyes quickly and stopped for a moment to watch television. Later that night he got the courage to look through his father's belongings again. Upon looking he found a photo album, a dusty one too. He never seen this album before, as soon as he turned to the first page it was his father when he was really young. His father was holding a bass he caught smiling proudly from ear to ear, another was him in his football uniform holding a woman close to him, they were both smiling. The next few pages were all about them, on vacation, road trips, even shows the house that Roth grew up in. Halfway he found his dad older and looks like he was in some computer lab.
"That's Probably his first day on his job"
The last photo was him next to the woman who was pregnant. She was smiling softly and his dad, with that ear-to-ear smile. He took the photo out of the pocket of the page and saw writing on the back. All it read was bold in sharpie ROTH MY MAN! Roth softly smiles holding the picture close to him.
"At least I got to see mom, but why... why didn't you show me this dad."
Holding tears back and still smiling, he notices that it was the last photo of the album. Placing the photo back he sits there in silence. The ambient dim light barely lights up the living room. Roth is lost in thought, in that split second, he kicks the box to its side with a loud screech of anger and sadness. Taking deep breathes he calms down a bit and soon notices a black box on its side.
"What the...?"
He kneels down and inspects it. Turning the box all around but there was no writing only a combination lock. He was even more curious now it had some hefty weight to it as well. As he sat there trying to figure out what combo it can be, he had an idea. Quickly he inputted the numbers and soon the box clicked open.
"Huh, it worked Haha."
It was Roth's birthday, he opened the box and inside was a white envelope, and a wonky headset. The enveloped read "To my son" in cursive.
Roth's eyes widen, " wha- what is this?"
He quickly opened the letter, "Hey Roth, it's your old man. I don't know when you will get this letter, but it means I died. Either by old age or some unknown force, I know you're probably hurting. I don't blame you and I have a special gift for you a side project I made from my work I had to hide it. If my company ever found out I made this before it even got to you, I don't know how I would live with myself with my hard work. And you're wondering why I never talked about mom, well it's this device I made, a VR headset it will put you in in the thick of fantasy, and I know how much you love fantasy growing up. This game will allow you to be anyone you've always wanted to be, time is different what probably feels like days is actually mere moments so play however you want the story is always different to each player, so you won't even know what your objective is. I hope this caught your interest because this device helped me get through your mothers' loss. I hope my hard work paid off, have fun and explore your hearts content, your loving father always, Robert Malcom."
Roths's face lit up with surprise and joy. The sadness he felt was being overshadowed by his father's final words and gift. He quickly took the headset out of its box it almost resembles a fighter pilot helmet, he was getting butterflies in his stomach, he wanted to know he needed to know. Instructions were in the box
[make sure you're in a calm and undisturbed environment]
[make sure cable is long enough to any outlet you are playing at]
[make sure any appliances you have in your home are properly shut off ex: gas heating water]
"Wow that's it, I expected to be more instructions." he was perplex of the small paper with three instructions. He made sure everything was in order and double checked just in case. Now the anticipated moment is here. He sits on the couch, mask on and headset in place and press the button on the side, a led screen pops in front.
[would you like to begin]
He reaches out to touch, but nothing is working. Then he realizes, the mask.
"Yes."
The entire screen turns white and suddenly his whole body is vibrating and feels his body fling forward. It's as if the whole couch is flying at the speed of light. Sweating and breathing rapidly in short breathes, He's panicking now beginning to have second thoughts. before he can he think anymore the speed is going way to fast and soon the screen goes black. Hes still conscious as if he was in a dark abyss.
"Hello!"
His voice echoed with tremendous volume. He begins to walk around the void and soon giant words above vigorously popped up
[who are you]
This is it his character selection, now he's getting nervous. What will his character be, will he choose something generic, or will he be some overpowered person. He discouraged the idea of being overpower the game wouldn't be fun at all.
"My name is Roth Mal-"
He stopped and pondered, why is he using his real name. He took the time to analyze and think of a good named. He had a perfect name to use.
"My...my name is Roth Malvikun, I am an inspiring adventurer who has trained in the art of every combat of magic, bowman ship and swordsman ship. I have a rare ability I was gifted by the gods, with every enemy I slain I receive partial of their power energy, the bigger and tougher the enemy the more power I receive!"
The power and enthusiasm in his voiced echoed and rumbled the void. In an instant a low and elder voice echoed backed into his body.
" SO SHALL IT BE."
Soon the ground began to shake, and the darkness slowly brightened. Roth fell and began falling quickly. He screamed and screamed to the top of his lungs and soon his vision was white. Blinking furiously with every blink he began to see the clear blue sky. Birds chirping and the gentle sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the tree he was next too. Sluggish and with the biggest migraine of his life he sat up getting his bearings, he was in a grassland area with trees scattered and open hillsides. Looking down he saw a leather armor chest piece and a red cape with armored iron shoulder pads.
"I'm... I'm really here. I'm actually here..."
he looks down and clenches his fists. In mere moments he sprung to his feet and shouted with all his might and soul.
"AWESOME!!!!!"