This segment contains nothing erotic, the series itself will contain plenty as a whole, but I will tell you now things will be slow. Expect some in the next part, but there is none here. The future sections will contain things such as sex, your everyday variety, most likely some F/F, F/F/M, and I may turn things into on big Harem, I don’t know. Thousands of possibilities, for now I’m just starting with one girl. More can be added.

P.S.: The names differ between Real World and “In-Game”, Aaron = Shadow, you can use the names interchangeably.

Also, I’d love suggestions for the future, criticism would be loved.

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Bang. The loud sound echoed off of the surrounding rocks, a chilling wind bit into the bones of the mountain, warded off those who were unprepared, but the man who lifted his head from the camouflaged scope of a sniper rifle was more than prepared. In the back of his head, a voice could be heard saying, “Congratulations, you have reached level ninety-eight.” The man gave a quick smirk and vanished from his position between a natural depression in a pile of rocks. A faint echo could still be heard, as were cries of several others who had been close enough to get a scare from the loud shot.

Aaron pulled off a pair of sunglasses that looked as if they had come straight from some science-fiction movie, with a single lens that tapered on both ends, with an overall rectangular shape. Short, brown hair flipped back onto his forehead, a pair of slender, long fingers rubber two medium-sized, blue eyes that contained orange and gold flecks. A sigh escaped from pale red lips that opened into a rather excessive yawn. Two pale legs, long and lanky, but with a slight definition that gave sign of some form of physical activity, emerged from beneath a blanket and stepped onto a wooden floor. Stretching out, two lanky arms, both long, narrow, and with the only muscle definition being below the shoulder and above the biceps and triceps, somewhere in the middle. His long, narrow torso was hidden by a wrinkled short-sleeved vintage shirt, advertising the Coca-Cola brand, his legs with a pair of khaki shorts.

The sun flooded into his room, giving him early warning of the coming day, a glance to his clock showed it was almost six in the morning. Standing up, Aaron gave one more little stretch, before returning to his normal stance, his six foot height towering over everything else in his room, aside from the doors and a dark stained bookshelf. He shuffled over to a desk that had a simple laptop resting on top, no shelves were below the surface, and nothing else resided on top. Flipping open the lid, Aaron was greeted with a little tune, and a glaring light that was emitted from the screen.

Squinting his eyes, Aaron punched in several keys on the keyboard and was greeted with the familiar sight of dozens of emails congratulating him on leveling up. He quickly read each email, each from one friend or another, some he knew in the real world, others that he didn’t know outside of the virtual world. After finishing the email, Aaron clicked around, opening the internet to the leader boards of the most famous game at the time, simply named, War. It had stayed the top selling game for the past year now, and was estimated to remain there for the next decade, being the only game designed for a gaming system that linked to all of the senses of the user. Aaron searched for his character’s name, aptly named Shadow. He had been lucky enough to log in early enough to get a word without having to fuse it with numbers or other words.