Hmpf, guess i should contribute to this site too :P Wrote this one evening in lack of other things to do so don't expect a miracle text

Yeah, first fanfic and not much text to brag about. Feels reeeally good..

We'll see where i take it from here so suggestions will be taken into consideration

Anyway, Sand is a teenage male. He's not the most well-known player in the game but he is a vital part in the lead group, maybe no the way you think :P

"Players, I welcome you all to my world

Woah! That's a big cloak! I wonder who's behind... wait! Did he just claim it to be "His world"?

My name is Kayaba Akihiko. Right now, I am the only person who can control this world

I think that most of you have discovered the fact that the Log Out button has disappeared from the main menu.

Sure, so you're going to fix this now? I'm late for dinner ya know!

This is not a bug; it is all part of «Sword Art Online»'s system.

…...huh?

Until you get to the top of this castle, you cannot log out of your own free will..

Hey? Are you serious?

...also, the disruption or dismantling of the Nerve Gear from the outside is strictly forbidden. If these things are attempted..."

Yeah?

The next words came slowly.

"...the signal sensors in your Nerve Gear will emit a strong electromagnetic pulse, destroying your brain and stopping all of your basic functions.

Umm, you are talking like we have been strapped up into one of those electric execution devices..

And what basic functions? I'm not an brain-anatomy expert!

To be a little more specific, disconnection from an outside source of electricity for ten minutes, being cut off from the system for more than two hours, or any attempt to: unlock, dismantle, or destroy the Nerve Gear. If any of these conditions are met, the brain destruction sequence will start.

So, if my internet connection fails I die?! What the hell man?

These conditions have been made known to the government and the public through mass-media in the outside world. On that note, there have been several cases where the relatives or friends have ignored the warnings and tried to forcefully remove the Nerve Gear.

Oh god... Stupid sister, please hear my prayers and don't try anything stupid..

The result...

The metallic voice took a short breath here. I held my breath, hoping that I was wrong.

...regretfully 213 players have already exited this game, and the real world, forever.

H.h..hah.. This is a joke right? Right?

Players, there is no need to worry about the bodies you left on the other side. As of this moment, all TV, radio, and Internet media are repeatedly reporting this situation; including the fact that there have been numerous deaths. The danger of having your Nerve Gear taken off has already all but disappeared.

Phew., then I won't die instantly..

In a moment, using the two hours I have provided, all of you will be transported to hospitals or similar institutes and be given the best treatment. So you can relax... and concentrate on beating the game

Hope it's nothing too fancy. Don't think our economy can handle that..

But I ask of you all to understand that «Sword Art Online» is no longer a simple game. It is a second reality... From now on, any form of revival in the game will no longer work. The moment your HP reaches 0, your avatar will be gone forever. And at the same time, your brain will be destroyed by the Nerve Gear.

Players, there is only one way to be freed from this game. As I have said before, you must get to the top of Aincrad, the one hundredth floor, and defeat the final boss that resides there. All players still alive at that time will be immediately logged out of the game. I give you all my word

….well thanks... Now I feel much better, knowing you give us your word..

Then I will show you evidence that this is the only reality. In your inventories, there will be a gift from me. Please confirm this.

At this point, my body started to respond somewhat. Looking around at the increasingly nervous crown I swiped down my trembling finger, opening the System Menu. After almost six hours worth of playing, my inventory had some content.

Boar Tusk x3

Boar Skin x2

Healing Herb x3

Starter Dagger x1

Started Leather Boots x1

Starter Leather Full Armour x1

Starter Leather Gloves x1

Starter Sword x1

Throwing Pick x7

Col x371

These I all recognised since I had been out in the field, killing boars nonstop. Heck, I had even gained a level at that short time! But now I noticed an unfamiliar icon blinking, indication that an item was recently added and had not been selected even once. Scrolling down

Mirror Of Truth x1

I selected it and pressed

"Turn into object".

A blue flash appeared in my hand before it transformed into a small glass mirror. It was a small pocket thing, and ordinary item that didn't seem to hold any important secrets. "Well, what's the worst that can happened now?" I mused and faced the smooth surface. Staring back at me was welcome sight. My avatar that I had spent so much time completing.

Silver hair, attached to dark skin and a pair of icy blue eyes glanced back at me. Surrounding them was my own familiar features that had taken so much time to recreate (though I must admit I made a few slight improvements here and there). The reason I tried so hard was to recreate a somewhat familiar form so I wouldn't be too confused each time I saw my reflection. Call me names, but I want to keep my identity even in a place like this.

My thoughts changed course as blue polygons surrounded me and sent sharp thrusts of pain from my pained eyes to my brain.. oops, I mean my virtual brain! Just as quickly as they appeared; they vanished and left me dazed, still clutching to the small mirror in my hand.

"What was that? I don't even..."

Nothing seemed to have happened to me..

"Then what was the point of the light?" I wondered and looked around. The answer quickly came to me.

When I had been forcefully teleported into the huge plaza, all the other players around me had seemed to come from some sort of fairy tale.

Thick long hair and smooth skins were everywhere! Handsome faces and overly beautiful girls were everywhere! And they were all wearing surprised expressions. They looked all like a new race of intelligent fair individuals.

But now, everyone looked different. The first thing that stood out was the lack of females in the crowd. A smile almost reached my face when I noticed some guys clinging to other males, who's faces showed a face of true shock.

"So crossdressers were common even here, huh?"

Second; I noted that instead of the fair race, I stood amongst what looked like thousands of cosplayers from some fiction event. I can only say that while some of them somewhat bore their middle age clothes with grace, the rest did not. At all.. Before I had time to reflect over this further, the cloaked figure flying above us resumed his speech

You will all most probably be wondering, "Why." Why am I —the creator of both the Nerve Gear and SAO, Kayaba Akihiko— doing something like this? Is this a sort of terrorist attack? Is he doing this to ransom us?

These are not the reasons why I am doing this. Not only that, but for me, there is no longer a reason or a purpose in doing this. The reason is because... this situation itself was my purpose in doing this. To create and watch this world is the only reason I have created the Nerve Gear and SAO.

And now, everything has been realized .Now, I have finished the official tutorial for «Sword Art Online».

Players—I wish you luck.

One thing that came into my head at that moment found a deep hold and gnawed against my temples:

"We are so dead"

Well, that is it! Will continue later when i've caugh some sleep and though up some nice ideas. Until then, best regards and peace out!