Disclaimer: I don't own any of the related characters in this story, except for the narrator, of course. Hope you enjoy.
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Before we start this story, I want to get one thing straight. I've never been a fan of videogames.
It's a flat fact. I'm no game geek, or whatever people call them these days. But I had absolutely no interest in anything to do with the videogame realm. I liked computers, of course. I was great with computers, a pro with the word processor, a terror of the amateur movie-making business. But I didn't do videogames. I just didn't mix with that kind of stuff.
Until that one day came, two years ago. I was fourteen, at the peak of a teen's life…or at least, in my opinion.
I suppose I'd better clarify some facts first, of course. My name is Taylor, Taylor Durinsky. No, I'm not Russian. That's just my name. I was your perfectly normal teenage girl, if teenagers could be classified as normal at all. Back then I had straight black hair at around shoulder length…I liked to wear loose hoodies, preferably white or gray, along with casual jeans of a dark blue color. I had a pale complexion, probably from computer configuring, though I did like to play softball in my spare time. I suck at volleyball to this day.
But anyway, that part is beside the point. I was a normal teen. But note the 'was'. Yep, I'm not the same anymore. Interested yet?
Yeah, I've decided that I'm going to tell you a story. It's pretty interesting…you might like it. Then again, you might not. But that doesn't matter to me. The things that occurred two years ago are worth telling, in my opinion, so whether you like it or not, at least it'll remain, to be retold again and again.
This is a story about videogames, the stuff I used to be so distant from. Well, if you think I came to the games, you've got that part dead wrong. Nope, it was quite the opposite.
The games, literally speaking, came to me.
