It's Day One. I'm the only Avatar that's unlocked currently. I'm apparently only 25 years old in this version of the Game. I don't know when any of the others will be unlocked, but I hope it will be soon.. Urasil and Phoren are typically unlocked first, though sometimes one of the others comes first.

I'm the only one who ever remembers anything after the game is uninstalled. The others, after being locked up again, lose their memories. They have to redo everything: rebuild relationships, their homes, their lives. I've watched romances and rivalries come and go over the ages, throughout the many Instals and Uninstalls.

I sigh, looking around the small house that is my resting place while the game is closed. I would have to go to the arena soon, to keep the AFK feature of the Game going smoothly, but for now I could rest.

I accepted my fate a long time ago. I accepted that I was only ever going to be a video game character, that all I was going to ever amount to was a maxed out Avatar. It was the way of the Game.

The others, especially the younger ones, once they were unlocked, didn't accept it as fast. They didn't want to accept that they had to obey the player, this time named Transdragon13. They didn't want to accept that they were not in control of themselves except when they were here, in the mini-world that was hidden from the player.

I understood that it was hard for some of them to accept. After all, we were so independent while we were here in the mini-world. We had entire lives here, complete with relationships and lovers and everything. But, it never lasted. The game was eventually beaten, and then Uninstalled and everything was lost.

I look around once more, slowly getting up from my Spawn Point. It's a simple bed, with white, golden trimmed sheets and a small pillow. It's nice enough, and comfy, but it made me uncomfortable. The idea of actually using the bed as it was intended sends shivers of unease down my spine.

I slowly make my way through the house, cleaning up the games and things that I find. Uno, Sorry, a deck of cards. All of these are unnecessary. We have one mission: to play the Game.

I stash all the games away, under the floorboards, as I always do. The others never know these games exist, except the one time when I forgot to do this. That was many Instalments ago though, so they'd forgotten about it by now.

I sighed. I had no weapon yet. I would have to wait to go into the arena until I could pull a weapon from the player's Collection or was equipped with one.

I entered the kitchen then, my stomach growling. While we were game characters, we did have basic needs.

I began rummaging in the fridge, only to notice that my hands had the Glow and the intensity of it was getting stronger by the second.

The Glow shows the other unlocked Avatars which of us has been chosen by the player to be the main Avatar. So, if I was Chosen, I would have the Glow. If another Avatar was unlocked and Chosen, they would have the Glow. The stronger the Glow, the closer the player was to starting a new Campaign.

I sighed. Looks like I wouldn't be eating for a while. Most players ran four Campaigns back to back, sometimes more. They ran their energy bar down to nothing, and sometimes used their Gems to fill it back up.

I watched as an Epic Bright Robe appeared on my shoulders, while an Epic Bull Ring appeared and a Great Lion Ring appeared on each of my hands. I hummed in surprise. The player had gotten some good loot from the Chests in the Shop, apparently.

Next, an Epic Brave Bow appeared in my hand and a Rare Scythe Mage appeared beside me. Thankfully, this one was tamed. I was glad I didn't have to fight a monster so soon. It was always disastrous when a monster spawned outside the arena.

That was all the equipment I got for now. I was then dropped into Chapter One: Verdant Prairie. The battle began.

First, the player chose their starting ability. They had three choices, which were chosen at random through a slot machine type of way. I watched from below, looking at the "sky", as we Avatars called it, and saw that the player had chosen Bolt.

I considered that a good choice. If monsters were close enough, the lightning jumped between them without the ability of Ricochet.

After that, we entered the first room.

It was easy, to begin with. The first Chapter always was, especially since this player wasn't new to the game. It was clear they'd uninstalled the game before and had recently reinstalled it.

Every ten rooms or so, there was an Angel waiting, offering some type of minor boost or a Healing. Oftentimes, the player chose the Healing.

Though the Angels could speak to us Avatars, they rarely did. We were rarely in the Room long enough to chat, and besides, the Angels had a Code of Conduct. Part of that code meant keeping as little contact between their kind and mine as possible.

By the time we'd made it to the final boss fight, I had seven new Abilities: Dark Touch, HP Boost x 3, Strong Heart, Poisoned Touch, and Ricochet.

I entered Room 50 with only a half bar of HP. I finished the boss fight with only 1 HP point left.

I did a little victory dance, proud of the player. I was glad that they were experienced enough to keep from dying.

I loved it when I didn't die. Dying was always painful, no matter how often you did it; the pain never lessened. It was a way to punish us Avatars, I believed, for having lives outside the Game in the mini-world.

I was finally transported back to the mini-world, and I sighed, putting the Epic Brave Bow on a hook over my Spawn Point. For right now, it was my bow, so it would rest over my Spawn Point. I just hoped I could keep it for a while. I liked it already.

After all, it wasn't very often you got an Epic tier weapon at the very start of a game.

I settled inside the bed, deciding to rest for a while. I had no friends to keep me company yet, so I may as well rest before going to the arena. I closed my eyes, and let out a slow breath before drifting to sleep.