Hey Guys! There's an authors note at the bottom I'd really, really really like you to read!

The shiny new, nearly-obsolete computer sat on Cyds desk, untouched, for the longest time. Cyd told herself it was because she needed to finish her life's story. In reality, the computer scared her. Why was it there? Who sent it? She had a nightmare the first night it was there. A surreal and twisted nightmare that involved the computer exploding into various illegal substances, the police finding her guilty of some crime pertaining to it, and putting her to death.

So the computer sat, hulking like a knocked out gnome on her desk, it's only purpose, to scare her at four in the morning. A layer of dust practically two and a half months thick coated the dark plastic surface.

But today was the day. Cyd was going to use the computer. It had been two and a half months since she'd received it, and the police hadn't come to her door yet. She blew across the top of the computer, to clear the dust the way people did in movies, and on children's t.v, and immediately regretted it. The dust swirled into the air, looking like glitter, before settling its self all over her and the desktop. Cyd fought the urge to go get cleaner and a paper towel, knowing she was just looking for excuses not to turn it on now. After a lot of inner dialogue, and taking advantage of a fleeting moment of courage, Cyd jammed her thumb down on the power button.

Almost immediately, the computer fan whirred to life. The screen lit up, taking her to an entry page for what looked like a medieval times game.

Cyd hit every combination on the keyboard, trying to close the screen, before giving up and entering her name into the first field. This led to half an hour of answering personality questions, at least, Cyd felt that they were judging her on her personality, why else would they have so many outfit choices?

Finally, Cyd was finished, her avatar walking the line of 'Cyd' and 'Significantly Hotter version of Cyd.' She was pretty happy with the overall feel of her avatar, to say the least, until she had to come up with a name. Obviously she couldn't use the name she'd been using since she was thirteen 'shinycopperPenny'. Cyd was at a loss. What did people name these things? It wasn't really like an email address, this was a name people would know her by. It also couldn't be anything actually related to her. She didn't know if she was breaking the rules by doing this, but she wanted to be as close to the guidelines as she could. She thought about it some more as she made lunch for the first time in days, and as she took a shower. Finally the name hit her, it was anonymous enough, without seeming wussy, at least, in her opinion. She was going to be CodeX, the mage with naturally wavy hair.

She was only a few minutes into the game when a message popped up on an electronic, aged scroll, blocking her entire game screen.

Salutations Cyd Sherman (Penny Cooper), The message started.

I am Vork. You don't know me yet, but I am the head of your case. I must insist on you joining the local guild, The Knights of Good, so I may monitor your adjustment process.

And that was it. Cyd stared at the screen, trying to absorb the meaning of the message before her. It was dated two days after she received the computer, and Cyd didn't know how that was even possible. She would have deleted the message off the bat, brushing it off as a spam recruiter message, were it not for the use of her real name. Nobody knew her a Penny Cooper. Penny Cooper had been dead for almost a year now. So she clicked accept, and became a part of the Knights of Good.

Cyd found life in-game to be freer and more eventful then what she had been living, and before she knew it, almost six months had passed. She had friends, granted one of them was a government official, and the other was a nursing mother of two, but they were people, and that was something Cyd desperately needed.

She wound up playing the game more then she did anything else. Her apartment slowly fell to shambles, at least, her room and the bathroom did. She wasn't really sure what the kitchen and main room looked like. Heck, she could barely remember the color of the couch now. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten. Cyd paused. Maybe this was a bad thing? It had been a week, and she already knew the game inside and out. There wasn't a limit to how long you could play, and she had taken full advantage of that.

"Codex, you're running in circles, log off and get some sleep." The commanding voice of their leader, a.k.a Vork blared through Cyd's headset, cutting through her sleep deprived haze.

"Fine, fine. You'll be okay with out me?" She asked, trying to find a way to stay online.

"You just ran into a lake." Cyd sighed, conceding, and logged off. She took her time getting into bed, making sure everything was as conducive to sleep as possible.

Four hours later, she was watching the sun rise, for the third night in a row. Cyd didn't know whether to laugh, or be worried. She shrugged it off, choosing to log back into the game.

"Sleep well Cyd?" Clara asked, as soon as the level had loaded.

"Not at all. I was up all night, again." Cyd said, her words sounding slurred.

"Oh, that's not healthy." Clara sighed, going back to the game.

"Codex, maybe you should get help?" Vork suggested. "I'll send you the number of a therapist I used to see, she works through the phone." Cyd rolled her eyes, glad that neither of her companions could see it.

"Fine. I'll try it." The number popped up in a private message, and Cyd dialed it, before logging out of the game. Again.

Cyd's gaming time decreased, minimally, after she started talking to the therapist. She started sleeping again, and the new, alert Cyd, became on of the most valuable members. Well, the most valuable out of the three of them. Vork was working on fixing that, but he hadn't had very much luck. He was bizarrely picky, shutting down every suggestion Cyd and Clara had offered.

After months of hopeless searching, Cyd and Clara were surprised to hear that Vork had found someone else. Sure enough, though, there was a warlock running around their group now.

"Hey." Cyd greeted, trying to make a good impression on this person that would be with them indefinitely. Why hadn't Vork warned them? This was a huge decision, and he had made it on his own. Sure he was the guild leader, and should have the last say, but shouldn't the rest of the members have at least a warning?

It seemed like Clara agreed, at least, if her overdramatic reaction meant anything. Reading Clara was still a little tricky for Cyd.

"Hey. Hey! This isn't all dudes! This is awesome! Co-ed'd." Did he really put another D on the end of Co-ed? Cyd was a bit taken back. But they all had their own quirks, goodness knows she was neurotic enough for all of them.

"Yup! Welcome to the group!"

Okay, so, as much as I like this story, I'm running out of things to write about without delving into the actual web show. Going into the show it's self isn't a problem, but I feel like it would skip a lot of time.

This is where I need your help. If you have something you want to see in this story (be it a past event Cyd mentions in the show, or something you thought of yourself) send them in. All ideas will be credited to the contributers, and... yeah.

If you want me to skip to the first episode of the series, you can say that too. I just really don't want this story to die. It doesn't look that way, but I've hit that spot where I don't really know enough about what I'm writing to make it easy. I've never played WOW, and the closest I got to an MMORPG is Neopets, forever ago. And that's so far gone it doesn't count.

Thanks in advance!

Belle