I was always the sort of girl that looked for the call to adventure, be it in real life or between the pages of a book. So when my time came, I jumped on it.It all began one fine morning in math class. I was leaning forwards on my desk, elbows down and eyes on the board where our teacher was explaining something about geometric series. It wasn’t my favourite teacher and it was certainly not my favourite subject, but I wanted to keep my grades up all the same. I only had a few months to go before high school was over, and then the whole world was going to open up.A low sound rang out. Sort of like a cowbell being dropped from the top of a skyscraper into a fifty-five gallon drum.I jumped in my seat and looked around, but all I found were a few students and friends looking at me curiously. I smiled sheepishly and got some grins in return.I was about to ask if they had heard the bong noise whenitappeared before me. A box, thin and nearly translucent, held in the air by nothing at all and with a simple request on it.Bong!A great evil has set its root in the world. You are called upon to save it! Do you accept this quest?There were two boxes below that, one labelled ‘I accept’ the other ‘I refuse.’ I tilted my head to the side, the box following the motion, then whipped my head to the other side of the desk only for it to glide back to the centre of my vision.I held back a smile. It couldn’t be real.“Hey,” I whispered to the girl next to me. “Do you see that?”She followed the direction my finger was pointing and stared at the boy sitting one row ahead. “His hair?” she asked.So, she couldn’t see the floaty prompt box. I waved off her questioning look and refocused on the box. The box that offered me a quest. The box that had appeared with a sound no one else could hear. The box that I suppose no one could see. My grin was so wide my cheeks were hurting.I considered what my parents would say, but they were both struck with wanderlust and were the ones responsible for my desire to see the world. They would have been tapping the ‘I accept’ box a million times a second by now.Grin firmly in place, I reached out and pressed the ‘I accept’ button.Ding! The world thanks you for your sacrifice!I promptly fell onto my butt.The world had changed in less time than it took to blink. I wasn’t in a sterile classroom anymore with a window overlooking a snowy courtyard or surrounded by about twenty other bored students. No desks, no chairs, no low rumble of distant cars and air exchange systems. Instead, there was birdsong and the croaking of frogs and the gentle murmur of wind through trees.I hopped to my feet and looked around. I was in a room still. Most of a room. An ex-room. The floor was paved with large flat stones slotted into each other, and the walls were made of a slightly different kind of stone with thick wooden beams running up to the ceiling above.Tables that had rotted away were left lying around next to crushed chairs and piles of mulch that might have been leaves once. The entire room stank of mold and rot. It reminded me of camping out in the woods when I was a little younger.Most of one wall was entirely missing.“Whoa,” I said as I moved as close to the edge as I dared.It was immediately obvious that I was in a tower of some sort, one that rose a level or two above the treeline of the forest beyond. Trees stretched out as far as the eye could see, a sea of swaying green treetops that rose and fell with the dip and rises of the landscape. In the distance was a grey blur that might have been a mountain range that swept into the horizon.I couldn’t see any lakes or rivers, but could hear the nearby gurgle of water splashing against stones. Maybe the tower’s other side was against the ocean or a river or something. I couldn’t tell, and in that moment it didn’t matter.The giddiness rose up in my tummy like an overflowing well, and it burst out as a happy giggle.“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I shouted to the heavens as I started jumping around the room, arms waving in the air with every cheer. “I made it! I get adventures and dragons and princesses!”I ran in little circles while giggling and might have boogied down a little, shaking my hips as happy energy coursed through my veins.“Woo! This is going to be awesome!” My scream sent birds flying into the air all in a flutter.A bell sounded, light and tinkling, like crystal chimes being struck together.Ding! For Completing a Special Action while Devoid of Classes, you have unlocked a new Class!My breathing hitched, but if anything the core of excitement in my gut only grew bigger. “A class,” I whispered.Ding! You are now aCinnamon Bun!Health + 5Stamina +10Mana +5Resilience +10Flexibility +10Magic +5“Really?” I asked the prompt, but its only response was to fade away.The tropes and stereotypes of a game weren’t new to me, of course, but I had never heard of a class called Cinnamon Bun. I had eaten some of those before, in fact, and they certainly didn’t taste like something someone could be. But maybe this world was different. Ihopedthat this world was different.With dragons and elves and monsters of all sorts! I would be able to grow strong and tough and I’d meet a dragon and ride it into battle and maybe have tea with some dwarves and I was getting ahead of myself...There was usually some menu or status page in the books that I’d read. And so thinking, my mind was flooded with information. Not very much, but some facts and figures and a sort of... memory of a screen. “Whoa.”

Name

Broccoli Bunch

Race

Human

First Class

Cinnamon Bun

First Class Level

Age

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