Prologue
"How am I supposed to start it?" He asked, pushing himself away from the computer and letting his chair spin.
"Start what?"
" 'Your legacy' remember? My Biography! The future no.1 best selling guide on how to deal with your friend/relative/misc person you know who lived through the SAO tragedy."
"Oh that... I don't know, it's your biography Arlie. You're the one trying to share your experiences with the world, not me."
"Yeah well, it was your idea."
"Oh come on," She said, giving him a reproachful stare, "You do writing stuff all the time. Don't tell me you have no idea what you're doing."
"I write game reviews Laura, this is kinda different." He sighed. She shrugged. "Fat lot of help you are."
"You're welcome. I guess you should start by introducing yourself ."
"Okay, how about 'Hi, my name is Arlie Blaze Joseph Reinagle and I have ginger hair (that's how I got my name!) with brown streaks and dark red tips that reaches my shoulders and ice blue eyes-'"
"Okay stop, that's so wrong." She cringed. "First of all, you aren't ginger-"
"Well, my current avatar-" Arlie said with a grin, knowing that Laura had understood the blatantly obvious reference.
"I don't give a shit about your avatar, and your eyes aren't blue either. Secondly I'm ashamed that any relation of mine would even consider making a reference to the butchery of the English language that was My Immortal-"
"Don't be so mean, I'm sure Tara put a lot of work into it."
"Why do you know her name?" Laura said, giving her cousin a pained look "Actually, I don't want to know. Just write something else, okay?"
"Like what!"
"Something interesting!"
"Fine." Arlie said, realising that his cousin wasn't going to help him all that much. Still grinning, he turned back to his computer. "What about this?"