My story begins as all others do...
... With a dead man.
I was never a high-functioning person in life. Even in death, I could only sigh a breath of relief as that trainwreck came to an end. Yet, even for a failure like me there was one thing that I placed all of my pride in. The one creation and accomplishment in this disaster of a life of mine. A sad truth; it was a high-levelled character in a crappy Pay-to-Win MMORPG that was months away from shut down. I loved it simply because it was mine; because it was the one thing I created, cared for and nurtured.
So when a small boy with a metal bucket on his head gave me a chance to redo everything with the one thing I found most precious, I jumped at the chance.
However, there was one thing I did not take into consideration as I scribbled down my signature. It was the fact that my character was a female...
... And so begins my everyday new life in the kind of fantasy that I could only interact with from behind a screen.