Chapter 1: Prologue
The TV flashes a bright yellow as a small, chubby panda appears: the mascot of "Live Line."
'Hey, you! Yes, youuu!'
As it extended the word, the panda shot forward from within the screen and appeared to be looking directly at its viewer.
'Are you sick of your mundane life?
Being a student, worker, boss, mother, father, daughter, or son?
Your responsibilities...'
A seemingly sinister grin spread across the panda's face.
'They're all just too tiring, aren't they?'
Suddenly, the panda's face became cheerful once again.
'Well, on Live Line, those responsibilities don't matter!
With our detailed, fantasy game full of quests and other exciting adventures, we can help you forget about your reality!
Not only that, but for those who are struggling in their own skin... Live Line has a character customization feature fit to meet your desires.
On Live Line, whether it be your appearance, choices, wealth, or rather, destiny, all is decided by you!
And well of course...'
That same sinister grin reappeared.
'Those who come first are served first!'
Once again the mood immediately changed into a more cheerful, lively one.
'Unfortunately, however, Live Line is only available on VRBs (Virtual Reality Bodies)!
Sooo, should you have one, download Live Line now!
For freeee!'
From the word 'free,' the mascot showed a cheeky grin.
'Hope to see you there!'
It waved and—
The TV shuts off.
Sitting on the floor of her living room is a young adult girl who pulls out her phone. She begins typing the words: 'Virtual Reality Body' into an internet browser, and shopping options begin to appear.
"2500 dollars for a VRB?!"
Well, technology improved a lot ever since VR released around 30 years ago.
The girl checked her bank account and sobbed thinking about the damage buying a VRB could do to her account, but then she began to remember about every hardship in her life:
Her absent parents, her decision to move to another city and basically, lose contact with her old friends, the jerks from her new job, and just... the stress—the loneliness—the sadness.
She grew into a fetal position, gripping tightly onto her phone.
She knew she wanted—no, needed a distraction from her daily life: a place to let go and have fun.
And before she realized, the words "Ordered" appeared on her screen and she had bought a VRB.
"What the hell did I just do..."
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