Dark Master 1988: Hello, people. Well I'm back for another round.
Tsukasa: Okay, what am I doing?
Elk: Dude, we introducing a story for the kiddies.
DM1988: Also, thanks to those reviewed and appriciated my first fanfic. I thought I was going to blow my head off if ANYONE read and reviewed my first story. But now I feel ready for another fanfic
Elk: So what's this one about?
DM1988: I'm not telling you. Just follow what it says up ahead, Elk. Oh, and Tsukasa. Since you're one of the stars in this story, why don't you do the honors.
Tsukasa: Sure, whatever. If you think this guy created .hack/SIGN or W.I.T.C.H, than you're nuts. They are created Ms. Gnone and those guys over at Project .hack, respectively. DM1988 is simply a fan of both series. Also, this is AU for both sides as it will be told as the story progress. Oh, just to clear things up, I'm a guy in this fic. Wait, what is W.I.T.C.H exactly?
DM1988 & Elk: ROLL IT!
Log Entry 0.0-Prolouge
November 26, 2011
Shimokita, Japan
It's been some time since that event happened, about one year since.
They say that it's all just a game, and you should never bring reality into a game and you should never bring a game into reality. These were said by numerous people, notably by BT and Crim.
However, if that's true, than it should be no problem just simply logging out of the game. Right?
Yeah, right. Just ask those who actually experienced it first hand.
My name is Tsukasa Hikari.
It's been a long time since I have left that virtual hell, but I still have the mental scars that haunt me continuously. My dad still has custody over me since my friend Bear failed to get the paperwork to emancipate me from that bastard. I still can't forgive him for killing my mother over an argument over moving to Heatherfield for job offer. That scene was gruesome as my dad kept beating mother until…..I can't finish.
That happened when I was only 5. But the pain only got worse, especially for me. He would explicitly curse at me for having any friend over at our house. I had to sneak out to see what few friends I had. But when I came home, the hurting began.
School was hell. My own home became a sight of desperation.
After a few years of taking shit from everyone from my father to my classmates, I've raise enough money to get my own copy of the World. Sure, father wouldn't like this idea; but I didn't care. It's my only escape from the pain and sorrow everyone passes to me.
Life can treat you cold just like the snow covering my feet. As I inch closer to my hellhole, I have a feeling that the World may be calling to me once more. However, I feel like I may not be the only one feeling this. Someone over in the Western Hemisphere may suffer the fate I once faced. And this person might drag me down with them back to a virtual hell I once called a sanctuary…..
DM1988: So, how was it exactly? Crap? Awful? Decent? Good?
Elk: I don't know. Maybe have some people R&R before you put up Log Entry 2.0
DM1988: Just to let know, Log Entry 1.0 is up.
Tsukasa: Hey DM1988, you still haven't answer my question.
DM1988: Maybe later.