It has been a few years since I have last picked up pen and paper.

My mind races when I try to

tell my story. For years I have been alone, my friends and servants long dead, or sent off to
learn some lessons that one must learn on their own. Time is both constant and non existent,
depends on the way one orders their thoughts. As experience grow, I have found my memory
has become distorted in some aspects. All that has happened in the physical world around me
in the last few years has been me sitting at his desk lost in a sea of memories, some good,
some bad, but all of them precious and valuable. I wish at times that I had placed my memories
into a few artifacts, to keep them solid, but to do so would remove some of what makes me, me.
One never knows when a memory could come in handy, even the bad ones have saved me
from worse fates. In my second life, if it wasn't for the knowledge I gained as a dungeon master
I would never have been able to learn as much as I did.

I wish that my racing mind would slow down, so I can remember all that has happened, but I
have found that when I write, what I remembered thinking and feeling it triggers new thoughts. If
I let myself become distracted my mind wanders far and wide. Right now it seems as if it was
only yesterday that I was in the Town of Beginnings, it was such a beautifully designed town, the
programmers made it indestructible, and never even considered that it would live outside of the
crystals it was stored in. Was it crystals we used in my first life, I'm not sure, but I hope who
ever reads this will understand what I mean. I just sent off the few pages, I hope that they will
stay together during their journey through time and space. I have received a few messages that
have become unreadable. It could be that who ever reads this can not understand it because I
am truly insane, most likely, some poor soul will have these words appear in their mind, I hope
that they will be transcribed into some medium and shared. Enough of my rambling, I will do my
best to stay on point.

Having written that I got lost in my thoughts again, thinking of some blue box, can not remember
much about it, but for some reason I want to get a Fez, and the words Bad Wolf hammer in my
soul. Lessons are best learned through experience. I wish it wasn't so, I have tried sharing my
life lessons through magic, sadly I ended up destroying the minds of those I tried to help, and
was labeled a demon. I hope that you can experience some of my hardships and lessons
through words. I have enough weight on my soul as it is. I remember in my second life, that I
was so blind to the contradiction that makes life meaningful. I use to race through the Forest of
Alshi, down to the Diamond Beaches of Kalsoom, and into the Emerald Waters of the Serpent
Sea. But that is not far enough into the past to help any one reading this. Now let me tell you of
my arrival in the Town of Beginnings.

Oh boy, what a shock the Town of Beginnings was for me. Even now I wish to go back and be
a true player of the game before it was shut down, becoming a stand alone world in which I was
reborn. But before we get to the town itself, I was in the loading lobby. What a place it would
have been when the game was active, but now, it was a dull almost transparent room with
seven doors, two tvs that did not work and seats. Looking at the loading gauge I saw that only
5% have elapsed. I tried for about 20 minutes to access my status, I waved my hands about,
shouted, whispered and screamed. It was obvious, yet I was overwhelmed to the point of
panic, if I was able to select my stats and skills by focusing upon it, since I had no hands to
touch anything, then the way to open the status window, should be the same way. So for an
additional half an hour, I tried focusing on my status, until I gave up. Looking again at the loading
gauge I saw that I was now up to 20%. Man I thought to myself I wish I had some menu or
manual, and froze as realization dawned, I needed to open the menu to view my stats. So with
a small thought a menu appeared before me.

Stats
Items
Skill Trees
Titles
Help
Log Out

Looking back, I can't imagine how much time and effort, not to mention how many people were
needed to run this, as well as how many programmers were needed to set it up, but at that time
I was annoyed that the Help Option was not selectable, how can I figure anything out if I didn't
have such access to the help manuals. Now I am glad that I couldn't use it, for it would have
limited my thinking to the laws of a game, instead of the power of imagination. I missed so
many details when I arrived in the loading room, as well as the Town of Beginnings.

I figured I better find out now what my stats are I did not want to be caught unaware. So I
focused up the menu, yet nothing happened. I tried the same for Items, Skill Trees, and Titles.
Out of desperation more than anything I tried to touch the menu, and found that here it seemed
solid. Out of curiosity I tried to move the menu and it stayed firm in place. I was so shocked I
did not realise that I had a body, I sat down, and still did not even look at my hands or for a
reflection, what a simpleton I was. With enough pressure that it caused discomfort I pressed
Stats.

Stats
Player847837485, High Human, Adventure Level 1
H.P. 18/18 [Regain 10H.P. an Hour] M.P. 18/18 [Regain 6M.P Every 30 Minutes]
Strength-8
Dexterity-9
Constitution-9
Healing Factor-5
Inteligence-9
Street Smarts-7
Book Smarts-7
Wisdom-7
Charisma-9

Skills Titles Buffs

Looking at my stats, I figure that High Humans have 7 in all stats except Healing factor and
wisdom, and those are set at 5. I had yet to figure out if 18 will be good or bad for my health, but
what concerned me most was do I do if my health or mana hits 0, or do I die if it falls below it. I
then figured that I needed to know more about skills so I pressed it without any hesitation this
time.

Fire Magic Level 1- Magic Based on Flame and Emotion. A Fire Mage Apprentice does not gain
any buffs.
Wind Magic Level 1- Magic Based on the Air and Open Mindedness. A Wind Mage Apprentice
does not gain any buffs
Earth Magic Level 1- Magic Based on Earth and Resolution. A Earth Mage Apprentice does not
gain any buffs.
Water Magic Level 1- Magic Based on Water and Logic. A Water Mage Apprentice does not
gain any buffs.
Light Magic Level 1- This Magic has two types, a mixture of Fire and Wind that illuminates, the
other is from the Life Force of the Caster. A Light Mage Apprentice gains access to the spells,
Light Level 1, and Heal Level 1.
Shadow Magic Level 1- This Magic has two types, a mixture of Earth and Water that hides, the
other is from the will to keep on living. A Shadow Mage Apprentice gains access to the spells,
Darkness Level 1, and Life Drain Level 1.
Unarmed Combat Level 1- You are able to follow a path of Martial Arts, Once this skill hits Level
25 you can choose a Martial Art. You gain the following Skills, Kick Level 1, Punch Level 1,
Dodge Level 1
Kick Level 1- Useful in training constitution, and increasing speed, can open up new
skills as it levels
Punch Level 1- Useful in training strength, and increasing reaction times, can open up
new skills as it levels
Dodge Level 1- Useful in training Dexterity, and lessening the effects of attacks, can
open up new skills as it levels
Item Custom Crafting Level 1- You can use materials dropped by monsters, or harvested to
create any type of item you can think up, you will gain access to a separate window when using
this skill, be warned if you do this outside of a protected zone then you will still be subject to an
attack.
Weapon Custom Crafting Level 1- You can use materials dropped by monsters, or harvested to
create any type of weapon you can think up, you will gain access to a separate window when
using this skill, be warned if you do this outside of a protected zone then you will still be subject
to an attack.
Ranged Combat Level 1- You can equip and use without penalty any ranged weapon (still can
have penalties if your level is not high enough with the weapon you are using)
Melee Combat Level 1- You can equip and use without penalty any melee weapon (still can
have penalties if your level is not high enough with the weapon you are using)
Craftsman Level 1- A Unique skill given to the Title PlanesWalker, This skill opens up access to
all crafting skill trees. An Apprentice Craftsman gains access to Recipe Creation Level 1.
Recipe Creation Level 1- This Skill will let the player attempt to craft any natural
substance including Magic, It has a 1% chance of success even when using high level material.

I did not really glace much at the skills, besides the magic ones. I was excited, for soon I would
be able to use magic. For most of my life I wanted to, at first it was self serving, then it was only
for the greater good. Now that I would soon have access to it, all I wanted to do was learn, and
understand how I could use it. Deep in the back of my mind I was fighting a battle, to use magic
to make myself a hero, or to use magic to gain whatever I wanted. What a fool I was, for while I
have done both, over my long life, it never worked out the way I wanted it. You see no matter
our intentions, we can not control everything, even with magic.

Caught up in the thought of casting magic as if I was Ainz Ooal Gown the loading completed.
Unfortunately I did not really take a good enough look around that room, for if I had, I would have
been prepared what what awaited me. On a small table next to where I was sitting was a book
labeled Manual, on the walls was maps and diagrams. The first change I noticed was wind
blowing against my face. It had been quite a while since I last felt it, time froze with the Holy
Spirit, as well as in the game setup, and loading room. Next the was the light, it stung, for half a
moment I was back in the real world, thinking that everything up until this point was some
dream. It felt like it did when the correctional officers were doing bed checks and flashing the
light in people's eyes if they were awake, even if we were reading. After blinking away the
memory I was in shock. A forest had overgrown what use to be a well built stone town.

After taking some time and letting my surroundings sink in I realised that the sun was directly
overhead. If I didn't hurry I wouldn't be able to find secure shelter for the night. I was in a large
courtyard, its size reminded me of the courtyard that Kirito was summoned to when he found
out he was in a death game, and a sudden realization came upon me, this is real, there are no
second chances, I can not just log out and go to bed. Here in this world, I knew no one, and
nothing. Never before had I been so clueless or helpless, except for being an infant. Hell for all I
knew at the time all the npcs died off and i'm the only living person here. I stopped then and
strained my hearing as long as I could, I focused everything into it. My dread went away as I
recognized the sounds of bird cries, and the cough of a roaring cat. But still no voices, no
words, I focused harder, straining even more. I imagined that the wind would carry sound to my
ears, sound from far away, the sound of someone talking even if I could not understand it.
Suddenly I started to feel tired, I dropped to my knees and realised some how I used my mana.

After resting for a minute another panic attack almost overwhelmed me, what if I used up most
of my mana, did that drain of energy signify that I would die. So I opened the menu, and was
shocked to find, I only used one mana point. I was overwhelmed, near to fainting, over casting
an unknown spell that only cost one mana. I felt confusion and fear, normally people who travel
to another world do not feel any drain casting spells, unless they are in a world like the black
healer was, in that world you died if you used up all your mana. I kept wondering why that
happened and came to a realization that shook me, I was a newborn here, this world people are
born into it with mana, it's like I am breathing for the first time, which seemed to be taking a toll
on me.

I stood shakily at first, all the confidence and enthusiasm I had earlier had fled, and in its place
dread was building up. No matter how much I wanted to be punished, the instinct to survive
was to strong. I started running to the nearest gate, hoping I could find a small building that I
would be able to hide in. As I snuck up to the edge of the wall I slowed down. I should note
something unusual that I had yet to figure out. Through my first life I was heavy set more often
than not, before my life fell apart in my early 20s because of a mistake I made in my late teens,
I was over 400 pounds. I started to get my life in order and lost over 100 pounds before going to
prison. While incarcerated I lost another 100 pounds. I kept it off until I had an accident. But
after that I kept gaining weight, I remember being in my late 20s trying to lose it, my close
getting loose on me but never really was I able to run like I did before I regained the weight. Yet
here I am, I ran about a football field, without even getting winded. My mind so panicked that I
could not even recognize the fact that this body was fit, while magic may be a problem, I can still
use my physical abilities.

Peaking out I saw nothing moving, my mind looking for threats missed the beauty of where I
was, while the forest had overgrown the city, something about the way it was programed kept all
the buildings intact, the stonework was flawless, with etchings of plants almost woven into the
stone itself. I eased myself out into the open, keeping my back to the wall. My eyes darting
desperately from door to door, hoping to see a friendly face, worried that I would see a threat.
Step by step I moved along the wall looking for any small building that could be a good hiding
place. With all the stealth I could muster, I crossed the street, trying to stay in the shadows.
Thinking back on it now, many people were just as blind in my first life. It was so easy to get
caught up looking for the negative to protect myself, that I never really saw as much beauty as
I could have, nor all the opportunities that was there. I remember in the School of Highs that this
lovely lady came up to me, she seemed interested in me after I read my short story to the class.
But she was of a different social rank and I classified her as plastic, forget why now, and was
worried that all she wanted to do was make fun of me and bully me, so while respectful I kept
her at arm's length, she died later that year. Killing herself because she didn't think people
actually liked her, since her best friends betrayed her. Perspectives can be wrong, even when
they are right. What is plastic, it was something unique in my first life, but the knowledge eludes
my waking mind.

I do not know how many streets I passed, but I kept following the path around the plaza that I
entered from. I saw a small storage building behind what appeared to be an Inn. I quickly went
into the yard and up to the windowless building. The grass was overgrown, it felt like I was
walking through a sea of grain, vines seemed to be holding the building together, and it was
sheltered under three large trees that had a purple tinted bark. I tried looking inside the building
but realised it was to dark. For a moment I was unsure what to do, the sun seemed to be
setting fast, but I didn't know yet if this was a safe building to enter. Feeling a large amount of
stress building up I decided to focus like I did earlier but this time on lighting up the room, For a
moment all was clear, and to my surprise the room was clean, and it seems to have more than
enough room for me to stay in comfortably, there were barrels with some type of seal on them,
looked to be wax, as well as bed cushions that still seemed to be useable. By now I was so
numb with shocks and stress it did not matter to me that this seemed odd. I started feeling the
first signs of fatigue, and knew that this would be worse than the last time, quickly I shut the
door. Since it opened inward I pushed some items in front of it, and then passed out fast asleep
on the ground, unable to maintain consciousness.

I was able to find out what happened when I feel asleep, I never really thought about it until a
friend of mine told me. The gods of this world were some of the most advanced A.I.s created at
the time. They were communicating with the game developers and each of them had an
andriod suit to walk around in the physical world. It had been a long time since a true player had
visited them. They watched me spawn, and were entertained at how I moved in this world. A
small minority of them wanted to actually dispose of me, and a few will try to before I left the
world. But the majority were busy thinking of quests for me to do, that could help them and their
followers. They proceeded to undo some of the restrictions they had placed upon this town, and
reactivated different alters. The whole world was aware that something had happened, wars
would soon be started, and many would die and suffer because I had come.

No matter the world, virtues have an ugly side, and sins have a helpful purpose. I do not think I
could convey with words how deadly it was for this world that a player came to it. If I had not
made the wish that I had many innocents would have lived, and some tyrants would never have
been able to gain a foothold. While I also did good, it is hard to say if my coming was a good or
bad thing. For many were saved because of me, and many were damned. I do not know which
was more, and not sure if at all it truly matters. What bothers me most about these memories is
that I can not remember the name of the game, or the world. Oh yes, It is not the School of
Highs, it was High School.