He wasn't sure what he expected. Maybe a glitchy visual novel or a low-budget RPG. But as the progress bar hit 100%, the hum of his cooling fans rose to a scream. A blinding violet light spilled from the vents, smelling faintly of ozone and old parchment.
"The 'Dumped' tag always makes the transit a bit bumpy, doesn't it?" she said, offering a gloved hand. "I’m Elara. You’re the one who pulled the archive?" He wasn't sure what he expected
When Kael opened his eyes, the scent of dust was gone, replaced by wild rosemary and woodsmoke. He wasn't in his gaming chair anymore; he was sitting on a mossy stone wall overlooking a village that looked ripped from a watercolor painting. "Finally," a voice chirped. A blinding violet light spilled from the vents,
Should they encounter a in the world (like a floating mountain or a frozen NPC)? You’re the one who pulled the archive
"Welcome to the Medieval Fantasy, Kael," she said, her eyes flashing with a bit of digital static. "Hope you brought your walkthrough. We’re going to need it." If you'd like to continue the story, let me know: