The grass glistens from the reflection of the warm sun on the morning dew. The fluffy white clouds float on the swift breeze without a care. What a beautiful sunny day.


    Mark looks up at the sky in frustration.


    Everything Mark had worked so hard to build in his favorite VRMMORPG,Adventures Begin, had come crashing down after his guild, Crimson Sky, had lost the last territory war. After the loss, many of the powerhouses in the guild decided it was time to move on. Four years of being in a middling guild had ground down the loyalty of many of the members. Yesterday, Mark decided to go on a final dungeon raid before disbanding the guild. Unfortunately for Mark, faith and loyalty towards the guild had hit an all-time low. Most of the guild members had decided the raid wasn’t worth it. In the end, Mark wasn’t even able to get his last hurrah.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    The only escape from Mark’s dreary broken life was finally over. Without a goal or direction for the future, Mark lays down in the warm grass and slightly damp dirt. Mark was worn out. Looking up at the clouds, Mark makes out the shape of a warrior before the wind sweeps away the generic icon of Mark’s in game class. Slowly Mark’s eyes close and the beautiful day fades away.