Hello, rookies. I am Captain Mary Pearl. Sorry, game introduction instinct. My old clan used to call me Pearlfur, but ever since I went into my chosen world, into my own game, I have a new identity. Oh, I am getting ahead of myself, am I? I suppose I could start from the beginning. My story began in a place called New York City; more specifically, Central Park.

It was soon to be the 15th anniversary of the Sierra Travelers Clan, it was a warm spring day, the sky light copper blue, with a few clouds dotting here and there. My long brownish-blonde hair is in a half up-do, complimenting my dark ivory tan skin, and my brownish-blue eyes shining in the sunlight. I was wearing a comfortable blue sleeved shirt under a maroon red satin jacket, black jeans, and brown work boots. My totem radio necklace is made of mint green, pitch black, light red, and navy blue threads, holding four things; a gold-painted mini plastic hammer like Felix's hammer, a black laser that imitates Calhoun's gun, a piece of brick to represent Ralph, and finally a mini model of Vanellope's purple candy-version race car.

I was busy, fighting off Dax and his minions with Sunrise and a couple of other warriors including Reedheart, who dived into her warrior duties quite excellently. I had to use my trusty jagged sword's butt and the dull side in the battle. Dax was quite insistent, but Sunrise changed his mind by doing the effective cross-cut punch with a crude kick into the groin, earning some winces and grimaces from the men. So, the retreat was quick, leaving me and the warriors decently fine to head back to HQ.

We zoomed down by elevator, grateful that the elevator can hold up at least 6 people, through it was me and 3 others. We had lunch welcoming us back, and with a banana in my hand, chomping bite by bite as I headed over to my room that held door #47. Only the bathroom was on inside, and I stepped in, the floor a vintage 50s tile floor with a rug of the Machu Picchu. the walls painted in murals. The west wall held the Sugar Rush environment, the north wall held all the main characters from the movie, and the east wall held the Fix-It Niceland environment.

I walked into the bathroom to refresh myself; the floors are fake brick red, the walls are golden yellow with black silhouettes that is shaped like the Hero's Duty's rocket surfers. I had wicked awesome three turbo body-sprays and one great wide rain-shower head in the shower. I headed out after changing my hairstyle into a messy ponytail like Vanellope.

I was walking into the portal room where I was surprised to see every warrior dressed like a video game character. Metrostripe was Sonic, Batfur was Zelda, Bootpelt was Sypro, Mousewing was Clyde the orange ghost, and Reedheart was Tapper. Sunrise was dressed like Q*Bert. I was so amused that I gave out laughing, and in return, I started this laugh fest around everybody. When we got finished, Sunrise was unable to speak, exhausted from laughing so hard, pointed to the portal that is on. The rainbow swirls were on.

I nodded, and waved goodbye to everybody before I entered into the portal, the tunnel dark. Suddenly, with a flash, the tunnel became alight with codes imaginable, all colors of every shade, becoming this great code room. I only uttered, "No freaking way.".

"Yes way, girlfriend.". spoke a familiar voice as Portia appeared next to me. I pursued my lips outward, "What are these codes?".

Portia smiled widely, "These codes are the way to your own game; personality; image; and rank.".

I widened my eyes as I slowly pieced what she was talking about, spoke incredulously, "I can have a alter identity.". Portia nodded. I took a deep breath and exhaled. "How can I choose?".

Portia smiled again, "It's like the internet on the phone, you speak and ask and narrow your choices. You can do it, girl!". She vanished instantly. I looked to the code room before me, and I frowned, then pulled a thoughtful look.

"I want a game with acceptable action.". I firstly requested. The codes quivered and then flashed as some disappeared, narrowing the choices.

I nodded, "With lots of fun.". The codes repeated the action again, narrowing the choices once more. "Wicked environment". More narrowing again. It has narrowed down to 10 codes. I stepped forward, and suddenly I floated like gravity wasn't there. It wasn't that bad. I smiled as I floated up to the codes. The codes has symbols like axes, planes, cars, fists, waves, animals. I wanted to have fun but also survive as well. I requested again, "It needs a good amount of survival, not dangerous, but thrilling.". The 10 codes quivered, and narrowed into five; two planes, one car, one fist, and one animal.

I nodded, my gut strongly heading toward the planes; feeling that that's two choices I can look at. "The plane codes, please.". I ordered politely, and the codes quivered, leaving the two plane codes side by side. They got a bit bigger, now showing the titles of the codes; representing their games.

I looked closer, and read silently; the first one is called Ace of Pilots; the second one is called Bound by Battle. I muttered, "If only I can see deeper before picking one.". As if the codes heard me, they shivered, then gave out translucent walls resembling of digital interactive mirrors in the dressing rooms in uptown shopping stores. The walls was like a boomerang of information about the games.

"Can I see the choices of Ace of Pilots for my plane, identity, rank, and personality, please?". I asked out loud. The other code disappeared, giving the now sole wall more space to widen and enlarge, outlining the choices of each area I wanted.

I was impressed, and like the internet, I picked captain from the ranks, and for my game personality, I chose quick-thinking, wary, and sassy. For my identity, I was delighted to see the changes for height, weight, age, and my name. I hated being short, although I knew Felix had it worse similarly like Vanellope. I chose to be 25 years old, 6' 3", 140 lbs, and I had my name to be Mary Pearl in honor of my grandmother, and no, I didn't pick Mary from Niceland.

Finally, for my plane, I chose a classy and awesome F-22 Raptor in red and purple with splashes of black here and there with my own symbol of a hummingbird resting upon a bald eagle's head. All the wall and the code has disappeared completely once I replied that I was done now. I saw the end of the tunnel, showing the picture of Litwak's arcade, and I grinned, excited to be in my own game. I ran, and then jumped, blacked out with my body tingling of goosebumps.