Author's note: This chapter has been edited in 22/12/2013. If you find any other errors, please contact me.

You can admit that you had fun.

Entering your planet, Land of Carbon and Bridge, was just the beginning of it, even though it was the most hazardous thing to your health. Beautiful skyscrapers though, all made of diamonds. Too bad most of them fell into ruin each time you activated your "Rogue of Doom" powers.

You shudder. You remember running for your life. No idea where the hell your Tissue-snailsprite went. Yeesh, it's probably your fault for even bringing in the poisonous slime coming from the Imps! Touching it was a bad idea. It left some kind of mark on your hand, growing bigger and sapping your energy away.

Just like Ashitaka in Princess Monoke. Except you're a girl and there's no wolf princess in this story.

When the mark finally consumed your whole body, the pain you felt, oh god, the pain… You're lucky your black cat consorts were kind enough to help you get to the Quest Bed. Too bad you accidently killed some of them and the rest died when the planet exploded (you're not called a Doom player for nothing).

You let a small smile escape. You don't care if it makes you look crazy, but you sometimes have a morbid sense of humor. That or you're thinking about the kindness given by others, since gratitude is suppose to make you happy or some shit. You suppose it's half-and-half.

Anyway, the difference between you and Ashitaka is that he survived and continued life as a normal human being. You had reached the status of an immortal. Well, semi-immortal.

After that, you began to hop on the rest of the planets that wasn't destroyed by the destructive beam caused by HIM. In one case, you "stole" the riffleKind from some random kid. Probably a boy. But you made sure to return it when you got a copy of the strife specibus! You think.

Who could tell when there's thousand of players in one session?

(As the perspective shifts, what our dear "Heroine" didn't know was that Space and Void players actually saved the planets, concealing them in pocket-dimensions while the destructive rampage happened. Anyone who wasn't stealing from others would obviously know this.

Get with the program, kid.)

While crutchesKind (the weapon you got stuck with, thanks to a leg injury caused in a gym class) is fun to smack and boinging around, you can imagine yourself again in a bad-ass situation:

Bunches of Imps gather around and look beyond. There's seems to be a girl limping, supporting herself on two sticks. Hehe, easy prey!

The girl makes a coy smile. "NOT TODAY LIL CRITTERS!" she would shout as she whipped the sticks up, revealing to be two very powerful guns.

BAM!BAM!BOOM! Imps blown to ashes.

Ah, that was awesome while it lasted.

You fooled around until you got a message from the horrorterrors. They said that it was time to go to the battlefield to fight against the Dersite army. The news secretly unsettled you because you were a Derse Dreamer. You suppose you could understand why though, with the "Prospit destined to lose, ergo, new session must be made, ergo, that session originated HIM".

(You're not entirely sure if you used the ergo-term correctly.)

So here you are. To tell the truth, you wanted to give a speech to motivate people to win this war. Two reasons why that didn't happen: people were motivated enough and you had trouble speaking up in a large crowd. And this was a very large crowd indeed.

You cast one more fruitless glance. You can't find your server/client player. The last time you heard from him/her is that they arrived at the Land of Snake and Blazes. Then zilch. Nada.

Eh, playing solo was fun. No need to be bound by specific rules or pointless dramas. You could have joined your other friends' team but… eh.

You're in a team now anyway. You don't know how it happened. You talked to some dude named Josh and bam! you're suddenly in his group. The tentacle-monsters said something about making more damage in a group. 35-ish players should be enough to cause massive damage. Nothing to do with being tired of staying alone, wanting to have fun with others or anything. That's stupid.

You load the rifles, channeling the "Doom energy" from your teammates (some people asked how you even do that and you just respond because you can). You await your leader's command for fire.

"Wait for it…" he says. Suddenly, he whips out his blade and attacks the enemy. That's your cue.

Aim…steady… FIRE! One round of Dersites full of bullets, coming up!