Dear diary.

Same day, same shit.

I'm Logan Wolff, an 18-year old kid from Ohio. Not from the armpit of a city known as Colombus, but pretty close.

I come from a prestigious rich and rich family. Wolff Inc., my parent's company, develop downloadable content for the OASIS that anyone can purchase. We're also a huge and loyal sponsor and supporter of IOI.

Well, was.

I lead an army of players in the OASIS known as the "Wolff Pack." We have many teams for many different types of games, from the sports and the shooters, from the dating simulators and the horror to the collecting coins. They say we're only made of tens or hundreds of people.

As a side business, I produce, remix and remake music. Everything from of James Halliday's favorite 80's tunes to modern dubstep and pop.

Really, though, our numbers are in the thousands, and we have never been better. Even with IOI's demise.

I arrive home from the market and immediately enter my room.

Well, not before hugging and greeting my mother and dog, Spud. He loves to eat potatoes, hence his name.

Anyway, after entering my room I put on my X1 sensory suit and equip my VR headset.

Welcome to the OASIS.

I enter my family's virtual house, a huge castle. I walk down the hall to see my dad and his fellow coworkers. Since a lot of Wolff Inc.'s high-ranking officials are outside of Ohio, they use the OASIS for corporate meetings.

My avatar's name is A1PHA, fitting, for the leader of the Wolff Pack. My appearance is a 6'5 muscular man with a cyborg eye, jet pack and prosthetic left arm and leg. Oh, can't forget the shaved man bun.

Today's outfit was a black tank top and blue jeans, along with a deluxe pair of Jordans and an army-grade backpack.

"Hey, A1PHA," I hear behind me. I turn to see my second-in-command, 0M3GA. However, I know her as my girlfriend Sarah Hudson, who lives at my place (right across the hall, in fact). Her avatar is a blonde 5'4 girl with angelic wings in a white dress.

We share a kiss and hold hands.

"You have a message."

"From who?"

"Parzival."

My heart skips a beat.

"Parzival?! Wade Watts?!"

She nods in response.

I frantically open my mailbox on my HUD and read the message.

"Dear Logan Wolff, I would like to offer you a deal. We need you and your Wolff Pack, and we will offer you a place at the High Five team and partial ownership of the OASIS. From, Parzival."

"What do you think?" I ask 0M3GA.

"I say you take the offer but be careful. You know your dad still supports IOI and plans to finish what Sorrento left behind."

"Yeah, I know. The one thing I hate about my dad."

The next day, I accept the offer. I lock my door and secure soundproof material on my walls just to be safe, so my father doesn't overhear. I once again open my mailbox to accept the invitation.

"Okay, deep breaths," I tell myself.

Next thing I know, I'm being transported to another castle. Another castle, which I recognize on the planet Doom.

This is where the war between IOI and the High Five took place, I thought.

I heard a portal open behind me, and out stepped Parzival, Art3mis, Aech, Daito and Shoto. The High Five.

"Greetings, A1PHA. I am…"

"Yes, I know who you are, Parzival. However, what I don't know and wish to learn is why the High Five would bother to summon me here." I took a seat and sat on the snow.

"As the letter states, we need you and the Wolff Pack," Art3mis said. "We need someone to secure and protect the OASIS, and who else to choose but you and your forces?"

"And my reward?"

"A seat at the table," Aech said.

After a moment of talk, I stand up and walk towards them.

"You know, if I told the me from a year ago that these five outcasts would actually defeat IOI and take over the OASIS I would have a good laugh with myself. But, I'll admit, you guys have balls, as well as brains. I accept your request."

Parzival and I shake hands, with the other four cheering and clapping.