I was known as Feather: a user without defeat. Really, nobody has ever beaten me. I’m the top player of Eralon. But since nobody has ever seen my picture, I guess I’m not that known after all.
Anyways, right now I’m at my part-time job at this cozy looking restaurant called “The Northern Tavern”, where people around the world gather to discuss this widely played game – Eralon. This game is actually a portal to another dimension, which is Eralon. People travel through the gates without knowing anything. They just sit down in those tall, comfy chairs and press play. Their mind is transported in that virtual reality and they play, the time is theirs – they paid for it. Oh, yes, the game is not free. And even more, the game is only for adults – 16 and older. Yes, in our society, 16 year old kids are adults. But we still have three years of high school to finish after. The game fee in unbelievably small, but compared to the sales those companies make, they are definitely not poor. Every month, the game sustains reparations. They are two hours long, but the graphics are each time better and better. They are always improving it. Returning to my job, I just got yelled at by my manager, thinking I’m spacing out again. But I’m here to talk to you, right? I hope you will listen to my story… Ah! Again! My manager just loves yelling, doesn’t she? She is a 40 year old manager who loves screaming. But still nobody hears a thing. Thanks to the crowd and our sophisticated and literally sound proof kitchen. A beauty, isn’t she? My mom always said, you just a woman by her kitchen: if it’s clean and ready, the woman will never let her family down or even less, hungry, but if the kitchen is the opposite, then it’s a transvestite. Sorry, but that’s what my mom said: it is impossible to a woman to have her kitchen be a mess. Even if she doesn’t know how to cook, she will never, in any case, let her kitchen be in disorder. As you could probably guess, I’m a waitress. Well, the manager does yell at me all the time.
-Recca Rosalia Flare! Will you bring your lazy ass over here, please? – My manager yelled out in the fourth time, you must have noticed. As I rushed to her, I almost tripped over some guy. He was a customer already, and being proud of my acrobatic skills as much as I am, I easily turned on my toes and regained my composure without even making my precious cargo move an inch.
-Impressive! But I wonder if the uniform includes those black panties you’re wearing. – said that guy. When I turned to see from where the voice came from, the guy was already helping himself up from the floor. He was a head taller than me.
-They are included in the uniform, sir. – I simply answered. That wasn’t actually what I wanted to do, because what my mind was picturing was a flying back kick straight into his face and having those high heels actually would even help the situation – they would have left a beautiful mark on that pretty face of his.
-I would ask to restrain yourself from comments like these in the future, sir – said my manger. – You may be a guest, but impoliteness is not welcome in our establishment. Thank you. – When she was talking, her face was like a stone. I didn’t hear what she said after that because I was already at the table, serving guests.
My shift ended at midnight, and I went upstairs. This tavern is only on the two first floors. The owner did some renovations and the floors were combined: the tavern had high ceilings. My apartment was on the fourth floor. I loved it. It was a simple kitchen-living room- bedroom apartment. But with some money that my family’s insurance left me with, I could buy this place and renovate it: my bedroom was no more a “room” but a living room, so basically I transformed it into a loft. If sometimes I had my friends over and I needed some extra privacy, I would close those huge doors I had to separate the loft into two big rooms. My living style is cozy, relax with exaggerated, sometimes, aggressiveness, on my behalf, but still I’m pretty nice person (I guess) and I’m dearly happy to meet new people.
Working in the evening leaves me not too much time to my homework, but I still manage to complete before going to work. I’m the class’s nerd, as you can say. I have best grades and half of my group (class) hates me…inside. They don’t show it in school, but at Eralon. I still haven’t told what we do there. Well as all basic MMORPG games, who have classes, no? There are only two classes: Warriors and Mages. Brutal force and strategizing are in contrary to intellectual force and spontaneous decisions. People choose their side, level up and become stronger. In order to do that, they fight. Because of this being only a “game” people are not fatally wounded, but still after a certain amount of hours played, they need a good 10-hour sleep. But we really do fight. Like in those Chinese movies and all fantasy movies combined. We have guilds and we have wars. We have high institutions that control everything and villages dispersed around the world’s map. We have quests, life-and-death missions, and also monsters. We are in Eralon, a game that becomes reality to those who believe in it.
