"The demon class, same as the angel class, has wings. However, we're doing a special promotion. You can choose to go without wings, which will give you more stamina, power and speed. However, if you choose to go without, you'll lose the ability to fly with your wings. Plus, you'll likely be mistaken for a really pretty human. Wait, that doesn't sound so bad..." She wandered off, into her own dreamland. I thought about it. Believe it or not, my best quality would have to be my strength. This is great, if it weren't for my 'less than an exhausted toddler' stamina level. Honestly, what's the point of being so strong if you don't have any stamina?! Sigh, anyway, I better get back to her.

"Um, hello?" That seemed to do it, she instantly turned back to face me, her face flushed.

"Oh, sorry, sorry! That happens a lot." I laughed and wave it off.

"Okay, I choose to be a demon without wings." I have no stamina anyway.

"Okie, dokie, which continent do you want to start on?" I wonder. I already looked at the manual, although I skipped most, and studied them. Central seems nice, but I bet there would be way too many fan-girls/boys since Prince and the Odd Squad are there. Eastern Continent, yes I should go there.

"Eastern Continent, please." She looked at me while tilting her head. Even with half her face covered I was guessing she was confused.

"Why Eastern? It's a little harder than the other continents though..."

"That's why I chose it. What's the point of playing a game if there's no challenge? I'm not becoming an elf and going to Central, just because of this Prince guy." I hate hiding behind others. Unfortunately, due to my stupid looks and the fact I'm a girl, it's always been that way.

"Imouto-chan, let me help you with this!"

"Imouto-chan, that's not very ladylike."

"Imouto-chan! Stay behind me, I'll protect you!"

Imouto-chan this, Imouto-chan that. Are you freaking kidding me? *Imouto means 'little sister' in Japanese. 'Chan' usually refers to 'friend'.

Too bad for them I wasn't the little princess image they made up. Nope, I'm a lean, mean, and occasionally sadistic machine! I have blood-lust sometimes. I can weigh up to 150 pounds on each hand easily, as impossible as that sounds for a girl of my structure. However, like I said before. What's the point if I don't have any stamina? This is why people see me as a fragile glass thing.

"Hello? Hello? Hello-?" I gave her a cold glare, opps. My gaze returns to normal.

"Sorry about that, I was thinking about...bad stuff." She nods understandingly at me.

"Anyway, would you like to be 30% more ugly or beautiful?" I stared quizzically at her.

"30% more beautiful?" She flicked her fingers and smoke covered my demonic form. I gasped. She- I mean me, really, was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. I swear, I'm not saying that to make myself sound conceited. Her face was 100% free of blemishes, dewy look, and looked stunning. Her hair was extra shiny and bouncy. I think I was even a little taller. Holy- This looks awesome!

"Y-Y-You look great..." I 'hmmed?' and turned to face her.

"O-Oh, I didn't mean anything bad about that. I-I'm just so stunned..." I tilted my head in confusion.

"A-Anyway, w-w-what username do you want?" I swear, I bet if she was a guy, he would've been drooling. Oh wait, she is too. Hmm, username? How about...

"How about, Iridescent?" She shook her head eagerly at this.

"System. Check. Done." I smiled.

"You are now ready to start Second Life! Good Luck!"

-Thud-

"Ow, ow, ow!" I skipped around, shaking around, trying to ease off the pain.

I eventually stopped skipping as the pain died down. I was lucky nobody was near me as I did that crazy dance. I looked around me. I was on this dry, sandy terrain. It's horrid, but that's what I wanted. I looked around for something to attack. I wandered off south, and met a small mob of spiky armadillos. They were rolling around, as if only the wind was controlling them. I sweat-dropped before walking near one. It would hurt pretty bad to touch this spikey thing. I wonder what I should do.

-Announcement- For the special promotion, anyone who makes an avatar during the promotion will receive a complimentary plastic katana! It's plastic, so it'll burn and wear off soon, but you'll be pretty strong and most likely changed classes before that happens. Good Luck! Say 'Inventory' to check your stuff! -Announcement End-

"Inventory" ~Ping~ Wow, it works. Oh, here it is. –System, player Indrescent has equipped 'Plastic Katana'.-

"...This'll do. Beats fighting it with my bare fists." After merciless slashing and murdering, I advanced to level 14 pretty quickly. Okay, time to wake up. 'Log Out.' It turned pitch black.

I awoke with a yawn. Woah! Second Life is major cool! Now I don't have to have weird dreams anymore. What weird dreams? Ever since my parents were murdered, I've been having strange dreams. Sometimes, they were casual, creepy or just plain strange. Anyhow, it's time to go downstairs to greet my aunt. I love her; she was the only one that holds permanent custody of me until I'm 18. I see her downstairs making some pancakes. I smile.

"Good Morning, Aunty." She looked up to face me and smiles.

"Good Morning, my dear Kaylee. Did you sleep well?" She replied as she skillfully continued to make breakfast.

"Haha, oh yes. I love Second Life, it's the best! Thank you." She chuckled as she added some cinnamon.

"Glad to hear it, dearie. Anything for you." I skip down the stairs happily. My aunt passes me my breakfast. I accept it gratefully, and chow down. I started getting ready for school. I tied my hair into a high pony and tied a strand around the hairband. Then I put on our school's uniform. It was a white blouse, mid sleeves. With denim skirt that reached our knee, then little lower than knee-socks. Finally, I put on my strap on black dance shoes. After I was done, I started walking to school; it was about a six-minute walk. The second I walked into my classroom, I was bombarded by my friends.

"Hey, hey! Kaylee, Kaylee, did you try out Second Life yet?!" I nodded and walked to my desk and sat down. They followed me at an even pace. Hello everyone, meet my gamer best friends. Miko and Mana, they're twins, and they're Japanese. Their long brown and curly hair reached mid-back, and they were nearly identical. The only way you could tell is that, Miko's hair was slightly less curly. Yup, that's all the clues you have. I feel bad for their parents. They continued to blab on and on about Second Life. As much as I loved it too, this is taking it a bit overboard.

"Hey, Kaylee! What Continent are you in? Please say Central!"

"As much as I would absolutely adore to be surrounded by crazy fan-girls, I have made the oh-so painful decision not to." I said with a fake sniffle.

"Oh, alright, alright. So which continent did you pick?"

"Eastern."

"That dry wasteland?" Mana was impatiently sitting in her desk to my right, her hand on her cheek.

"I thought you said you studied too." Miko grumbled, sitting in front of me.

"I did study. I chose Eastern well knowing how it would be."

"Why?" Miko and Mana asked at the same time. This is why I wished I had a twin.

"It's the least populous, and seems to be the most difficult by a little bit."

"-Sigh-, I guess this is just your playing style..."

"Have you thought about which class you're changing into?"

"I think warrior. Plus, no, I am not choosing it because this Prince-guy is."

"Okay, okay. It matches you well. Warriors are strong, brave, and courageous!"

"Plus, tons of spirit and energy!" Mana added. Which...she quickly regret as Kaylee laid face-down on her desk sulking.