Yawning tiredly, Veradis jumped onto her bed before logging out. Once she was logged out, Veradis couldn't help but yawn as she checked the time on the computer. She was dead tired from watching all those tutorials. To her surprise, when she checked the time, it was only 10:14 at night! Surely she had spent at least 4 hours on the game? Yet it seemed that she had only spent 1 hour and 27 minutes on the game in real life. Shrugging, Veradis donned her headset once again before lying on her bed a trying to sleep. Within minutes, she had fallen into the arms of Morpheus.

As she slept, she dreamed of a girl clad in black dancing around the corpses of a thousand men. And then she was the girl. Fire burned around her as she danced to an invisible tune that only she could hear. A man tried to stop her.

Stab.

He was dead now. Oh wait he still wasn't dead?

Stab. Stab

Wait, he was still moving? Oh, he's dead now. Laughing madly she continued to pirouette around the corpses. No one could stop her! Wait, what? No, what was she doing?

"Veradis! Stop!"

She turned around. Who was interrupting her fun time? Another man. Who was he?

Stab.

Okay, now he wouldn't be bothering her.

Wait, why did she do that?

Stooo-

"-oooop!" Panting, she sat up in her bed. Wait, it… it was a nightmare? But it had felt so real. Pulling of her headset, she ran to her bathroom and scrubbed at her hands. She could still feel the blood coating her hands as she stabbed the man. Why? why did she have such a dream? Looking at herself in the mirror, Veradis noticed that her hair was everywhere and that her pupils were dilated. Taking in deep breaths, Veradis tried to calm down. Then, walking out of the bathroom, she sat down on her bed and looked at her alarm clock. '3:00am' in read. Laughing hysterically, Veradis noted that it was the witching hour.

Lying back down on her bed, Veradis wondered if her dream was a vision of the future. Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn't. Closing her eyes tiredly, Veradis waited for sleep to claim her. Tonight she'd wouldn't wear the headset. Just in case. At nights like these, she wished her parents were still alive. Sure, she had her brothers... but it wasn't like they were ever home. Korbin, who was her eldest brother, acted as her guardian. However he was rarely home. As for her other brothers, Terrence and Zenas had moved out as soon as they were of legal age. Letting out of small tear, Veradis rolled over and tried her best to sleep. It was best not to think about them, less she gets hurt again.

The next day, when Veradis woke up, she quickly got changed and had her breakfast before putting on the headset and logging into the game. Her surroundings immediately changed to that of her room in the game. Getting of her bed, she went to her wardrobe and looked for something to wear. Deciding on a simple black shirt and shorts, Veradis wore a pair of sneakers before leaving her room. What to do…

"Lady Veradis, your father would like you to meet him in the dining room." called out a passing maid. Nodding to the maid, Veradis opened up her map to look for the dining room. Following the map, Veradis soon reached the dining room. Then walking in, she went towards her father.

"Veradis, I have grave news for you. Today is the day that you finally choose a weapon."

"..." Veradis could only stare. This was what he considered grave news? Was her father really this stupid? Oh wait, this was her virtual father. Somehow, Veradis didn't really feel reassured. Did that mean the game creators were stupid? Banishing that train of thought, Veradis continued staring at her father.

"My Vera-chan is growing out so fast." cried her father. Wait, chan?

"This isn't Japan."

"I know, but Japanese are really cool in their adding of honorifics you know?"

"..."

"Anyway, follow me to the most awesome, cool, great, awe-inspiring, stupefying, breathtaking…"

*30minutes later*

"... astounding, surprising, bewildering, stunning, staggering, shocking, startling weapon room!"

"Okay…" said Veradis while jotting notes down. Such a large array of vocabulary, she had to write it down! Looking back up at her father, she followed him out of the room.

When they reached the room, her father gestured to a large array of impressive weaponry. then pulling one down, he held it carefully and explained what it was.

"Okay, first we have the chakram. The chakram is not something you would want to play frisbee with. Unlike the frisbee, the chakram is often thrown vertically rather than horizontally. The deadly circle of metal is up to a foot in diameter. It's extremely sharp edge ensured that the chakram could slice off arms and legs with ease. Much like a distant relative, the shrunken, the chakram could be stacked one on the other and thrown repeatedly. One interesting throwing method used by professional warriors was to spin the chakram on their index finger, and then, with a sharp flick of the wrist, launch the whirring blade at their opponent."

Afterwards, he placed it back and took another.

"Here is the tessen. Now the tessen is pretty awesome in my opinion. Often used by very reserved, yet skilled martial artists, tessens can block swords or very sharp items and makes a person look really cool while he's using it. So you should use it."

Veradis couldn't help but sweatdrop. Unlike his previous professional explanation, this explanation was rather… lacking.

"Oooh! And now we have the double bladed sword! This sword is seriously a badass weapon. YOu can separate it into two swords which will allow you to completely scrape the other person's butt when it comes to battling. Again, you should use it."

This explanation sucked too…

"And then chains! You can use it to wrap around your opponents. You can also use it too…" Suddenly her father was blasted back by a nosebleed. Veradis could only stare. What was that word again? Ah yes, hentai.

"My beautiful daughter, why are you so cruel!" wailed her father. Ooops! She said it aloud? Then again, it was true, and the truth hurts. After all, her father is a no-good, perverted, lay-about. As she spoke, her father was being shot by arrows before he collapsed. Turning around, Veradis just looked at her father while deadpanning.

"Perverts have a very high rate of recovery. You'll be fine."

This is just a filler chapter since it's Christmas. Happy Christmas everyone. :)