Worm Art Online Week 1, Day 0 (Merry Christmas)
You woke up, and looked around your room, today should be a day of cheer and joy, but even with things going better in school you can't help but worry that the other shoe is waiting to drop. But you try to push down the unpleasant thoughts, and get changed hoping that maybe they did give up that finally the bulling has ended. Pulling on your clothes and a forced smile you wander down stairs to meet with your dad. When you get there you see several boxes under the old plastic tree. You remember going out with your mom to get that tree, she wanted to get another one, but you kept pulling her over to this one. You some how got her to give in through sheer stubbornness.
Your dad, patting you on the back saying marry Christmas breaks you out of you memories. and you both dig into some flapjacks. After breakfast you sit around the tree opening up presents, little things, that didn't cost to much. You got him a new tie, and he got you a new case for your glasses, those kinds of things. It was lunch time when you were done, and your dad's good mood fixed you morning melancholy. After lunch you helped dad base the ham, and get it ready to cook. "Taylor?" You look up from the pineapple you were cutting. "I know that something has been troubling you in school." And like a switch you good mood vanished. "I'm not going to push the issue, but I noticed you don't have as many friends a you use to." As many, you think face souring as you bitterly think about your almost non-existent social life. "And Gary at work was telling me about this think-tech game, some sort of online thing. And I thought that you could play some of it, make some friends." You look at him.
"Dad, how much did this cost?" He slams his fist into the table.
"Taylor, Taylor that doesn't matter, no cost is too high for you happiness Taylor." Except the fact that you are poor, and can barely afford the cost of living you might have found this heart warming. "I know you don't normally do things like this but Taylor please. I can't stand to see you wilt like you are."
Dinner prep is a lot more tense after that, and even by the time you're eating you still are tense. After dinner and desert you fallow you dad into the basement were a computer is set up, with a bed, and advanced looking helmet next to it. "This is it, something called nerve gear. The game is all ready to play, it goes live at midnight so please Taylor, at least try to have some fun, make some friends."
You dad leaves after that and you decide to...
[]Humor you dad and try the game.
[]Play the game you dad went through all the trouble to get it.
[]Dad has some points, play the game try to meet new people.
With that in mind you sit down and read the manual, fallowing the instructions to calibrate the helmet, and sit down at about five till midnight. At midnight on the dot you see a flash of light and are brought up to a character creation screen. You...
[]Make your avatar exactly like you, no point in hiding who you are even over the internet.
[]Make the avatar kind of like you expect more ideal.
[]Make the avatar an perfected image of yourself.
[Title is terrible, if anyone can come up with a better one please help me. At the end of each in story week will be an interlude during the week a pool will be up for which interlude will be written.]