To my readers of Walk of Insanity (if there is any reading this,) I am not abandoning it. In fact, I'm updating today or tomorrow. So relaaaaaaxxxxxx...

Anyways, hurrah, a 1/2 Prince fic! Complete with a complete bastard as a character that curses at every given opportunity! Say cheeeese... Also, I don't have a beta, and rarely check over my work. You've been warned.

NOTE: Please do not get offended by the language of the character. Also, there will be arcs, signified at the top. This arc is 'the spark that lit.'

DISCLAIMER: I am not a Chinese woman. Therefore and thusly, I do not own 1/2 Prince.

Word Count: 1,516

(To my great confusion, ffnet doesn't like the name I chose for the fic. There is no space in reality between the period and the v.)

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RE. volution

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The Spark That Lit: A New Revolution

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For my birthday, I was granted the gateway to a new life.

"It's a Dream Visor, for Second Life. I know you've been following the production almost religiously, so I got you a beta version. If you test it out for them, you get the game for free."

I stared at the device, bewitched. No… fucking… way. My eyes shone with excitement, and I snatched it from my mother's hands. "I love you, I fucking I love you!" I swept my mother into a giant embrace, leaving her too stunned to scold me for my language. Then, I dashed upstairs to my bedroom, slamming my door open and leaving a dent in the wall. I winced slightly as my mother began to yell at me, but refrained from replying in my usual manner. Nothing could stop me from attaining my adventure.

"And no shitty apartment will take that away from me." I whispered to myself as I hurriedly plugged everything in, instruction booklet in one hand and Dream Visor in the other. It was a matter of minutes before it was ready, and I eagerly jammed it over my head.

Suddenly, I felt the sensation of falling, and the feeling of stretching… before waking in a weird, chess-like space in front of a large floating chair. The weird feeling didn't go away though, but I decided to ignore it, instead inspecting the boy that sat in the chair. He looked to be around ten years of age, and wore a pinstripe suit.

"Hello, and thank you for deciding to Beta-test Second Life. I am the GM in charge. Do you know what you must do?" He asked in an oddly professional voice.

"Ha-ha! You've gotta be kiddin'. You're a GM? Well, I'm the bastard in charge of our illustrious military, nice to meet you!" I smirked as I watched the boy's blank expression slowly turned to an irate one.

"Don't be disrespectful! I am the man in charge of the Beta Testing of Second Life! This is just the result of an unfortunately permanent glitch when I signed up. I'll have you know that I am 23 years old! Now kindly shut up and listen!" The little boy said. I raised an eyebrow and held back a snicker, keeping silent so as to get a move on with my character designing.

"Now, you are not the only Beta-tester, we simply chose you to get the opinion of a third party. All you have to do is go to your starter town and test out when I ask you to, and we will get your opinion. Simple enough for you?" The little boy explained.

I tapped my forehead, the habit that appears when I'm thinking hard. "Why only me? Don't you need a larger pool to get the full demographic?" I asked, "Also, what do you mean, we? I don't need a fucking babysitter. I'm going into college, I can handle myself."

"To be honest… we didn't plan on having this beta test at all. It was a personal favor for your mother by the President of the company. We have professionals after all, and we can't really afford to give out too many free games.

"As to why I must come, it is mandatory, and you'll have to deal with it, you brat. You should be happy that this opportunity was given to you at all, and I'll be gone once the game gets released in a week." His explanation left me slightly confused; favor? Since when was Mother connected to the President of the gaming company? But I decided to let it be, as my impatience to start was getting to me.
"All right then, let's get this show on the road! Fire it up, GM!" I exclaimed.

Nodding, the little not-boy began to speak all drone-like, which was a tad creepy. "You can choose from a variety of races…" Scratch that. It wasn't a tad creepy, it was creepy as hell. I chose to ignore his speech, and instead inspected the races that were offered to me.

Immediately, I was drawn to the elves with wings-they looked so serene, so otherworldly. A smile took over my face, though I guess to others it looked like a rather sadistic grin. I was often told I couldn't smile, and any attempt at doing so failed miserably, so I stuck to my grins. Made people nervous, which was a nice little bonus.

"Not-boy!" I called, ignoring the immediate 'Excuse me!' the other person in the room emitted, "Show me what I'd look like as a Dark Angel Elf!"

Grumbling, he complied. However, immediately, a loud blaring noise sounded, and I clapped my hands to my ears. "ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. FEMALE Elf Dark Angel request INVALID. Processing, processing. Request for MALE Elf Dark Angel accepted. Proceeding….."

Both of us exchanged similar looks of confusion. Despite my lack of large feminine assets, I was undeniably female, so why…?

"Ah, it seems like another glitch has been found. Thank you for finding this. Would you like to wait until we fix it, or proceed as a male character in Second Life?" The not-boy (What the fuck was his name, anyway?) intoned monotonously, pissing me off a little.

I refrained from verbally lashing out at him though, because I had a decision to make. Be a guy, or wait. Gender change, or allow another week of summer to drone on by… Cheh. What am I thinking? Like hell am I gonna wait!

"There's no way I'm letting other cocksuckers get in front of me! Gimme a male character, and let's get on with this." My grin increased in size. This is gonna be interesting.

The not-boy sent me an amused glance with his cat-like green eyes. They were kind of electric-like, which shocked me a little, before I remembered that I could intensify the color of my eyes like that in Second Life too.

"Too cool man! I've decided!" He sent me a confused look, but I ignored him. "Show me an Elf Dark Angel with really really really blue eyes and white hair!"

In front of me, my character materialized. He was tall, and had large black wings, making him a little intimidating. Deep blue eyes looked into my plain brown ones blankly, making my grin reappear at the awesomeness. The angel also had a darker skin tone, though not crossing the border into 'Hispanic.' He was also completely naked, though after a few seconds of shock I got over it. All those health videos I was forced to suffer through had some purpose after all I suppose. My final consensus was that he looked deliciously foreign, but…
I frowned. "Can you make him more beautiful?" His height seemed too much to be manageable, his nose too big, and he seemed too buff to fit the vindictive angel look I was aiming for.

"… What exactly would you like?" The other occupant in the room asked reluctantly. I explained my image as best I could, and the not-boy (I really need to find out his name, I thought idly) nodded thoughtfully. "How about this?"
I looked at the new character design thoughtfully, inspecting it at all angles. "Hmm… This might work."

Gone was the dark skin tone, instead the character had pale, pale skin matching his short hair, making his blue eyes seem bluer, if that were possible, and the black wings look even more foreign. His height was manageable now, and with my expert eye I deemed him to be around 5'11" or so. Large enough to tower over people, but short enough not to have to duck under every branch and clip his wings on everything in sight. "He's perfect."

The GM nodded in acceptance. "What is the name you would like?" He asked.

Still staring at what I deemed to be the perfect man, I thought furiously, tapping my forehead in concentration. "Fallen." I declared after a minute.

The employee blinked a little at the name, but shrugged it off. "Whatever floats your boat." He tapped something into an invisible keyboard or… something. Frankly, he looked a little psycho at the moment, but I refrained from commenting out loud.

Wow. It just struck me, but I had been holding back a lot today.

I suppose I'll have to remedy that.

"Now, your starter village has already been predetermined. You shall be stationed in the Southern Continent, in the town of the Floral Petals. Any questions? No? Okay, get ready. Three, two, one, processing…"

The bastard didn't even let me get a word in!

… Heh. He was learning.

I felt myself catapulted into my character, making me a little dizzy. Slowly, blackness overtook my senses. The last thing I heard was the GM's voice speaking to me.

"By the way, my screen name is Forbidden Revolution. I will greet you shortly."

… Wait a minute; did he say the town of Floral Petals?

PREVIEW:

The Spark That Lit: From Above

[I reached the village and had black spots filling my vision. I saw NPCs from the village, heard them shout in alarm.

My wing finally gave out, and I fell in a strange corkscrew pattern, crashing through a cherry blossom tree before making a crash landing on the ground]