You aren't the type to listen to advice, but when someone told you to take a break from your hectic lifestyle and enjoy yourself a bit, somehow you didn't think this is what they had in mind. You told them 'sounds like a plan', not knowing you were committing to anything. You get home, kick off your shoes, put away your groceries-a few packs instant noodles and a half gallon of milk-and settle down in front of your computer. You don't bother to turn the lights on. The dull glow of your screen tells you you're finally home. The weight of the world seems suddenly lighter. Some might call this an addiction, an affliction, that you need to get out more. But this is, after all, the internet age.
You open a browser window, wonder where to start, and remember a url someone stuffed into your pocket at lunch saying 'you might like it'. Well, what the hell, right? You've got time. A tap-tapping of keys, a brief silence…
…and suddenly you find yourself in another world. The air smells almost sweet. It must be spring. Meadow grasses brush against your thighs. Your tunic ruffles with the warm wind. To your side is a trusted friend. In your hand, an even more trusted staff. Wait? Staff? Tunic? Still the inconsistencies aren't as unsettling as they should be. It's so peaceful you simply don't seem to mind as much as you feel you should.
"This might be a bit more than we bargained for," Ramus tells you. In another world you know him as Eric, but that all seems terribly far away at the moment. Tearing your attention away from the sights, your eyes narrow at a dark mass accumulating in front of you: trolls, and lots of them. You curse under your breath at your bad luck and say, "well, that's just the way it goes."
