Dawn had come and gone, yet the thick fog continued to billow out. Every day since winter had been bright and warm, so Sam couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the sudden darkness. Every bad thing that had ever happened to him happened on a dark day. His dog passing, family members died, his car crashing, even getting caught cheating on his past girlfriends.

Sam looked underneath the table and placed his hand on the girl's hair under his desk. He guided her towards his manhood. Her tongue lapped at the flesh like a dog drinking out of a bowl. Her eagerness to please him caused him enormous pleasure but also unease.

That she was Laura's younger sister made it worse. He knew it was wrong somewhere deep inside, yet he couldn't help himself. He was a young man, twenty, and his body had needs, needs that one woman couldn't fulfill.

His father told him he was blessed with his genes. That all the men in his family were born to please women. However, that also meant that he needed to stick his manhood in a warm hole every couple of hours. Laura could only go for a few hours, Sydney; however, well, she never tired. She was always jumping on his lap, desperate for his attention. It was that innocence that attracted Sam to the young girl.

Her bright blue eyes glistened with tears as she struggled to take him down her throat. "Fuck, Sydney, you suck it so deep," he cried out.

Sydney batted her thick eyelashes. "Am I better than my sister?" She asked seductively.

Sam grunted euphorically, "so much better; you go so deep."

Sydney giggled and devoured Sam with a voracious appetite. His mind filled with worry over his girlfriend, so he decided to boot up a game on his computer. As he browsed his library for games to play, "Skyrim," caught his eye.

He had not played the game in a while due to his busy lifestyle between work, school and women, yet it drew him in. He always played a modded version of most games; this one was no exception. On a whim, he decided to check one of his favourite websites for new mods. One caught his eye.

"Goddamn, you can walk people with leashes like dogs now." He looked down at the young girl. "Say, Sydney, what's your opinion on leashes?"

She suddenly started mumbling and moaning about something; she looked like she was choking, so he reluctantly removed his hand from her head. She started hacking and coughing; spittle flew from her mouth.

Sam rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Look Sydney, I get that you need to breathe now and then, but it's kind of inconvenient for me. You got to think about my pleasure too."

The sound of glass shattering echoed into the room. Sam froze like a deer caught in headlights. He swallowed the lump in his throat and turned around. When his eyes came upon Laura's, he could only see betrayal and hatred in them.

He looked downwards, the pool of creamy liquid fizzled onto the carpet. Laura bought champagne, perhaps for a special occasion. Laura rushed towards him, and as Sam got up, she smashed her fist into his face.

"You fucking rat bastard!" She screamed. "Afterall I've done for you; this is how you repay me. Sleeping with this fucking whore! I left for an hour at most, to get you fucking champagne, you couldn't hold it in that long!" She yelled herself hoarse.

Sam adjusted his jaw, damn Laura could throw a punch. He knew he had to think quick, or this could get violent, perhaps some comedy was in order. "You know that's domestic abuse, right?" When he saw Laura coming at him again, he raised his arms high in defence. "Whoa, holy shit, calm down! I can explain, just give me a second."

She continued to glare at him but didn't say anything. "Look, you know how Sydney is on the swimming team; I was just helping her practice holding her breath," he chuckled lightly.

Laura didn't seem to find the humour in Sam's words as she fished through her purse for something. Sam was worried that she was going to spray him with something, but when he saw the glint of metal, he rolled away fast. A thundering sound erupted, and Sam's ears started ringing.

He saw Sydney scream something out, but he couldn't hear her. She ran past him and out the window. He shakily turned his head around and observed the bedpost that been shot to splinters. Like a truck, his hearing crashed right back into him.

He looked at Laura in disbelief. Where had she gotten the gun, he wondered. Then the realization hit him. Laura just tried to kill him. He looked at the silver piece of smoking steel and noticed that Laura's hand was shaking as she had broken it. That gun was a man's gun; the recoil from the revolver would even break a lesser man's hands.

"...Did you steal your father's gun?" Sam looked at her in shock, and then he felt his anger set in. "Have you lost your fucking mind!" He started to approach her.

She struggled to raise her arms, but Sam decided not to take a risk and rolled to cover. He heard the thundering shots and dodged behind the furniture, slowly reaching her. "You fucking bastard! You're the reason I hate all my friends. Every time I get to know someone, I learn that either you already fucked them or are fucking them," she yelled while shooting faster.

From behind the couch, he snarled. "Those girls came onto me! It's not my fault that your friends think I'm attractive."

When it looked like his girlfriend was about to retort, he jumped from his cover. He tackled her and brought her to the ground. He tried to pull the weapon from her grip, yet she wouldn't give it up. Just then, she managed to twist the barrel into facing Sam, his eyes widened, fearful. Then he heard a click, and then another one, the gun was empty.

Sam and Laura both looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Sam smashed the butt of the gun into Laura's temple. He fell to his knees, shaking and panting like a dog who could run no more. He heard the wind blowing into the chimes outside from where Sydney had escaped. The curtains were billowing, and documents were flying across the room, falling like flakes of snow.

He walked over to close the window, yet for some reason, he peered outside for but a moment. The fog had lifted the tiniest bit, enough to see the ash tree his father planted. He saw a figure of black, clouded in mist and smoke. It hid behind the leaves, jumping from branch to branch.

Sam poked his head out more to get a better look. Suddenly the shadowy figure burst forth like a demon of the night. It slammed right into Sam's face and clawed at it, digging deep into his flesh. Sam screamed out in pain; he thrashed his arms around in an attempt to get the wretched creature off. He managed to pry the foul beast off his face, and then he backed away slowly.

Blood was pouring out of his face and into his eyes, blinding him slightly. He knew the wound would form a scar; it was too deep an injury. He raised his eyes towards the windowsill and was surprised how small the creature was. Black and feathered, it stared at him with its beady brown eyes. A raven, he thought. It cawed and sang and then flew away.

Sam laid on the ground, debating on what just happened. An all too familiar sound blared in the distance, one that once would cause him nothing but annoyance. Now, however, it was like angels themselves were sounding their horns. He waited and saw the white, blue and red of the police cruiser that parked outside his house. He looked around the room and at the unconscious woman and took a moment to form his explanation.

The ring of the doorbell snapped him out of his thoughts; he took in a deep breath and made his way over. Just before opening the door, he looked himself over and straightened out his collar. Satisfied, he answered the door.

The door creaked open, and there the officers stood in their smokey uniforms. Sam opened his mouth to speak, "look officers, you're not going to believe me, but...," he stopped talking when he realized it was too quiet. The officers stood there swaying in their places like they had drunk too much. Outside, the fog was thick again, it clouded and seemed to dance around the men just like they had smoked recently.

Sam looked into the eyes of the men, and they were grey and dull. Bloody cracks littered their eyes. Their pupils dilated to the extreme. It was like they were on drugs. Eyes were windows to the soul; if that were true, then these men had none.

Saliva trailed down from their chapped lips, ravenous like a rabid animal. Sam's heart started to beat faster as he looked at their bloody fingers. Flesh and dirt were caked underneath their fingernails. He backed away slowly and realized that they were still silent as the night.

Suddenly they lunged at him, but Sam was quicker than these mindless husks. He kicked at their ankles, causing them to trip over. While they were down, Sam looked all over the room in search of a weapon. He ran towards the kitchen and pulled out a knife.

He had hunted buck and other game animals with his uncles, so Sam was no stranger in the arts of warfare. His family had been heavily involved in the military for generations, so he didn't hesitate to drive the blade into their tender necks. Like lambs, they bled onto the carpet, further staining it red.

Sam kicked the bodies once and then twice. When they didn't move, he calmed down and allowed himself to breathe. His breath was ragged, and as he was about to run over to the phone to call for help, something gripped his ankles. Sam looked down and was shocked out of his mind.

The officers whose necks were spurting blood were crawling towards him. Sam kicked the hand snaked around him, but it wouldn't budge, it possessed an unnatural strength. Desperate, Sam crouched down and hacked the man's wrist, using pressure he cut it clean off. Sam screamed and tore the hand off his leg.

He backed up in horror. What was happening, he wondered. Those men should be dead, their necks were split open like a pig over a roast, yet they continued to move. He could think of no logical explanation for such phenomena. He thought of games and movies with dead men rising and shook his head, denying it. Those were just works of fiction, and it couldn't happen in real life, he tried to convince himself.

He had no time to contemplate as another force slammed into his back. Sam turned around and noticed Laura was now awake, but when he gazed into those dead eyes of hers, he knew she was gone. He smacked her aside and decided that he had enough of all this madness, Sam wanted out.

He dashed towards the window, and without looking back, Sam jumped out and onto the street. Similar scenes were playing all across his neighbourhood, people attacking each other, mindless men infecting others with a madness. Sam ran through it all; he ran like he was whipped. Like he was a beast of burden.

He was fast approaching the house of his best friend, they were like brothers, if not in blood then in spirit. He heard a bloodcurdling scream of a man and then the thundering sound of a gun going off. Sam spared no time in rushing towards the door. He raised a leg, and with all his strength, he kicked near the handle. When he heard the cracking of wood, he rushed in.

Sam scanned the room and noticed a fight had taken place. Frames and furniture were smashed. Then Sam saw the trail of blood, and his heart froze. He prayed to anybody that would listen that it wasn't Hunter's blood. He followed the path slowly and came upon two bodies. One was Amanda, Hunter's girlfriend, and the other was Hunter.

He heard a light cough and then full-blown hacking. Sam rushed over to Hunter and noticed that he was still alive. "Hunter! My god, what the hell happened? What's happening? We need to get you to the hospital," Sam cried out.

Hunter coughed out a wad of dark blood. "Sam, is that you?" His voice was soft. "There are no more hospitals, and it's too late," he whispered.

Sam refused to listen to his friend, and he needed to make sure that he lived. He grabbed a few shirts on the ground and attempted to tie them around his wounds. "Don't worry. You're going to be alright. I just need to tighten these wounds and clean them out."

Hunter smiled sadly. "Sam...stop, please." When Sam continued to ignore him, Hunter grabbed hold of his arm and looked him in the eye. "Sam!" He screamed. Sam stopped and gazed at his friend. "...I'm dying," he croaked out. Tears streamed across his cheeks.

Sam began to feel like hot needles were pricking his skin. "Please," he begged.

Hunter chuckled morbidly. "Listen, there's something wrong with this mist, it warps people's minds. It makes them crazy and robust. Like the walking dead often seen in movies, head injuries are the only way to kill them." He paused and then shuffled around his coat. He pulled out his revolver and placed it in Sam's hands.

"Hunter, this is the gun that your father gave to you before he passed. There's no way I could take it," Sam said.

He smiled lightly. "My father gave it to me, and now I pass it on to you. May it serve you well. There is ammunition in the closet over there." He paused for a moment. " Sam, promise me one thing."

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"Survive." Hunter smiled at Sam and beckoned him forward. "Get me a glass of whiskey. My throat is parched."

Sam rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He brought the bottle back to Hunter and poured it gently down his throat.

"Bah! Now that's the stuff!" Hunter shouted. He looked drowsy and pointed lazily at Sam. "Go on, get some ammo, take it all."

Sam looked unsure but did as Hunter asked. He made his way towards the closet and opened it. Inside was a box of ammunition, Sam grabbed a satchel and dumped the rounds inside. He reloaded the gun and made his way back to his friend.

Hunter laid motionless on the floor. Hot salty tears made their way down Sam's face, and he rushed out of the house. Sam couldn't bear to see if his friend would rise up again and attack him. He didn't know if he had the strength to put him down.

He ran once again, he made it all the downtown, passing a warehouse and heard a young woman scream for help. Sam paused. He knew that voice; it was Sydney. He pulled out his gun and ran right into the warehouse.

Sam barrelled on in and noticed that Sydney was trapped above a stack of pallets. The dead around her swarmed her like sharks nipping at their meal.

"Sam! Thank god you're here, please help me," she cried out.

Sam took cover behind one of the barrels labelled as explosive. He aimed, and with a pull of the trigger, he shot out at the dead men. One after the other, the men fell to the ground, it was hard to shoot the head since it was a small target, but he managed. "Sydney!" He shouted. "Stay up there."

Sam saw her nod her head, and he continued his onslaught. The madmen were no longer rising, yet Sam could hear the growls outside. There were more, and they were about to swarm the warehouse.

Sam saw the first of the men trickle into the warehouse, and he then noticed that there were too many. He wouldn't be able to shoot all of them. As he bit his lip bloody, he suddenly gazed over at the explosive barrels, it was stupid, but he knew it had to be done.

"Go to hell, you bastards!" Sam cried out as he took aim at a barrel and shot it.

For a moment, there was nothing, and then it was like a bomb exploded—the warehouse filled with a bright glow, flames spread across the ground burning everything to ash. Sam felt a pain envelop him. He looked down and saw a fragment of steel piercing through his belly.

He fell to the ground, and all he could see were blurs. Someone was crying out to him, yet his ears were ringing, and he was delirious. Suddenly he felt a slap, and he managed to regain his senses. He looked over and noticed that Sydney was beside him and sobbing.

He placed his hands on her and whispered, "you're alright; that's good." She seemed hesitant to say something, so Sam spoke up, "what is it?"

She started to cry harder. "I-I'm pregnant," she choked out. "I'm carrying your child. I knew for a long time, but I was too scared to tell you."

Sam was thunderstruck. Somehow that scared him even more than his death. He felt a fluttery feeling in his belly. But, he was also excited; his legacy would live on through the child. He looked over at Sydney and kissed her stomach.

"If it's a boy, call him Sam, just like his father," he said.

Sydney started to shift her tears towards those of joy instead of grief. "...What if it's a girl?" She asked.

Sam snorted, "just don't name her after your mother, and we'll be safe." Sydney let out a small chuckle. "Allison, call her Allison if the baby's a girl."

"Allison, I like that name," Sydney whispered.

Sam began to chuckle, and then he started hacking his lungs out. "My throat is parched," he said. Sydney pulled out a bottle of water and brought it close to Sam's lips. At the last second, he slapped it away.

"I wish to wish to drink the nectar of the gods. Come Sydney, let me suckle on your bountiful breasts one last time," Sam said.

Sydney looked at him in disbelief and then started laughing lightly. She unbuttoned her shirt and placed her breast in Sam's mouth. He rubbed her stomach and began to feel drowsy. His eyes fluttered, but he looked up at the window and saw a familiar sight. A raven that perched upon the windowsill stared at him, judging him. It was the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes, and darkness greeted him.

Something tickled the lids of his eye. It felt warm and wet and sticky. Sam gently flickered open his eyes. All activity in his mind had ceased, and he just stared into pure darkness. Wait, how can this be? How am I still able to think. I can't see my body. I can't feel my body! Wait, what was that sound?

The black background dimmed, and then a fog crept into his vision. Wolves howled, deer danced, birds sang. Several senses tingled with an otherworldly sensation. And through all of this, Sam moved forward. A pale bone-white tree grew out of the shadows.

That's a freaky fucking tree. The tree glared at Sam, and blood streamed down from its eyes. And the branches were dipped in bloody-red leaves, in the shape of hands. There's something on the tree. No sooner did a raven appear perched upon a branch.

Sam was curious about the raven. Taking a closer look, he noticed that it had something in its beak. It looks like marbles. Two balls were rolling around the lower beak of the raven. The raven then did something odd, it flew close to Sam and hovered a few feet away.

What do you want? The raven opened its beak, and Sam felt vertigo. His sight was leaving him as in the raven's beak; his bloodshot eyes stared back at him. He felt his vision turn to that of red. The colour of summer and long days. The heat of the vicious red flower that burns. He felt his eyes become blood.

Sam looked back at the raven. The raven now had a third eye. It seemed to be exuding psychic energy. Fly, it commanded him. It flapped its wings, and then a wave of force smashed into Sam.

It was like Sam had woken for the first time in his life. Only now, he saw something he could only wish for before.

Welcome mortal, you managed to impress someone powerful. As you may have noticed, you have received a gamer power. The system can enter into different realities. Your path winds up in a land of ice and fire. Access to the ASOIAF game system granted.

Would you like to continue?

[Yes][No]

Sam had read about this situation many times before in novels. The system would also take him to the world of ice and fire, one of his favourites. He would be mad to give up such a chance. The fact that he could live despite what happened also played a part in his decision to continue. Yes.

[Yes] Selected

Please choose a race from the list:

Andal: No bonus to any attributes. Weak in both psychic and magical energy. Nothing of worth.

First-man: All psychic skills unlocked. Extra level in skin changing. Resistance to frost.

Valyrian: Three psychic skills unlocked. One magic skill unlocked. Resistance to fire and disease. You gain blood of the dragon; dragon DNA fused into your own. Dragons will connect with you.

There were other races, but these were the ones that caught his eye. It was no surprise that Andals were the weakest race. Their corrupted cult of seven was their downfall.

The next two races excited him. It confirmed that he would be able to do magic. Sam thought it would be pointless to be transported through space and time otherwise. He knew Martin was more a sci-fi writer. He liked powers like telepathy and telekinesis.

The blood magic in the story was more of biological manipulation and crossbreeding human hybrids. Still, it was a kind of magic and there existed practitioners of elemental natures in his book. Sam would receive more power than was possible thanks to the system.

Sam hesitated between picking the First-man or the Valyrian. He liked the idea of unlocking all the psychic powers, but the benefits of the fire-kissed people appealed to him. Besides, he could always just unlock the psychic powers later. Plus, I want a dragon, Valyrian.

Valyrian selected

A small tutorial about the game system will commence. You gain levels after gaining experience and performing extraordinary feats. You have four skill categories: physical, vitality, psychic, and magic. Every level-up, you earn four skill points, one for each skill type.

You can either choose to unlock a skill with a point or upgrade a current skill's power. In the end, you will see your character sheet before spawning in the world of ice and fire. Before that, choose your selections for your Valyrian powers.

Choose 3 psychic skills:

Skinchanging: Psychic possession over a creature. It will allow the user to enter and control the minds and bodies of animals, maybe even higher creatures.

Telepathy: The psychic ability to communicate by linking consciousness. Telepathy allows the user to speak discreetly. At higher levels, you can explore a target's mind.

Telekinesis: Psychic ability to manipulate matter using only your mind. You can push, pull and lift. At higher levels, the possibilities are endless.

Psychometry: You receive knowledge of an object's history by touch.

Green-sight: You can tap into the weirwood network to view past events, with time, you may even be able to interact with them. A form of immortality can be achieved by transferring your consciousness into the network of trees.

Spiritual manipulation: You can see and interact with ethereal beings and spirits. You can see and utilize tears in the dimension. Later on, you can contact spirits for tasks. At high levels, you can attack a target's mind and damage them. You can also create psychic bonds.

Sam felt a fluttery feeling in his stomach. He had dreamed of something like this all his life. Now it was happening to him. It had sucked to have died first, yet there were worst places that he could have ended up, and Sam knew that.

He started scanning the options, forming strategies when suddenly he felt a psychic shock. It battered his head lightly, and he heard a strange noise. Sam hoped that he wasn't hallucinating things.

A flute hummed out. The subtle vibrations were like the wind blowing on grass. This chilly atmosphere unsettled Sam, but he needed to make a decision. He usually would ponder over a few hours such a decision. The system or whatever was behind the power wanted Sam to hurry up.

Sam knew he had to choose the most useful options. He settled on skinchanging, telekinesis and spiritual manipulation. All of these abilities would provide immediate benefits.

I choose skinchanging, telekinesis and spiritual manipulation.

[skinchanging] [telekinesis] [spiritual manipulation] selected

Please choose 1 magic skill:

Fire magic: You can control and create heat and flames. From lighting candles to shooting meteors, you will see your power grow.

Water magic: You start with the ability to breathe underwater. You then start getting powers to control water, even pull it from the air. Manipulate creatures through the water in them. The possibilities are endless.

Lightning magic: You can now manipulate electromagnetism. Start with tiny shocks to bolts of lightning at higher levels.

Earth magic: Manipulate the earth, trees and plants. Rapidly age plants from seed to fully grown. Gain poisons and tree DNA.

Alchemy: Create potions and elixirs, even wildfire. Transmute metals to get rich. Create magical items through runes and supernatural ingredients. You can perform rituals.

Blood magic: Blood magic is biological manipulation. It can create chimeras from breeding creatures. Surgery to implant and fuse DNA. Body alteration and even blood-healing.

Shape-changing: Change your appearance by moulding it like clay. You can change your facial appearance for now, later your body. Higher success if a skin mask is donned before the transformation.

Necromancy: The ability to bring back someone's consciousness into their body postmortem. Memories may get lost in space and time. Higher success if the deceased died near weirwoods. Higher levels allow you to bring the dead back even if all consciousness is lost.

Shadow magic: You twist your psychic powers into things that never should've been. You can skinchange a person's shadow to create shadow creatures. This will drain the life of the person whose shadow was used. You can later become one with the shadows. Jumping from one to another and even controlling people like puppets through shadow possession.

The explanations of magic seemed to clear many theories he had about the series. He always suspected the shadow-binders of Asshai were using a twisted form of skinchanging.

He wanted them all, but he needed to be wise. Alchemy would be the most useful skill in the long term. It would allow him to create a market for magical items. He already decided that he was going to raise the world's magical potential, and this was the power for it.

He was not stupid; Sam knew that he wouldn't get to an easy start. There was going to be a test soon, and he would be damned if he didn't prepare. He would need something for protection first.

Being a Valyrian, it seemed hypocritical to Sam if he didn't choose it. It would keep him warm, cook his food and roast his enemies. Next time I'm picking alchemy. Fire magic!

[Fire Magic] selected

Congratulations player, you have finished the character creation!

There are four skill categories, they are:

Physical: Skills that use physical condition. It affects your strength and speed.

Vitality: Determines how healthy and protected you are. Determines resistance to damage and possible benefits to an element.

Psychic: A supernatural ability that determines how strong your psychic energy is.

Magic: How strong your magic is.

When you unlock a skill, it will be level 1. When a skill is locked, it will be level 0.

Again every level, you will get 4 points—one for each category. Spend them wisely.

Below is your character screen:

Name: Sam

Race: Valyrian

Level: 1

Physical:

One-handed: Level 16

Two-handed: Level 8

Athletics: Level 14

Block: Level 2

Marksmanship: Level 12

Riding: Level 42

Crafting: Level 12

Vitality:

Fire resistance: 50%

Frost resistance: 10%

Lightning resistance: 0%

Poison resistance: 0%

Disease resistance: 50%

Physical resistance: 20%

Psychic:

Skinchanging: Level 1

Telepathy: Level 0

Telekinesis: Level 1

Psychometry: Level 0

Green-sight: Level 0

Spiritual manipulation: Level 1

Magic:

Fire Magic: Level 1

Water Magic: Level 0

Lightning Magic: Level 0

Earth Magic: Level 0

Alchemy: Level 0

Blood Magic: Level 0

Shapechanging: Level 0

Necromancy: Level 0

Shadow Magic: Level 0

Your skills from life were transferred over. That is why some levels are higher in the physical category.

Good luck gamer, and beware of the fiery hells that consume us all.

The message was cryptic, but Sam had no time to process it as he felt a tug on his soul. It burned with an inner fire. Sam felt like he was being cooked alive. And then, it all faded to black.

In a fiery and smoky land, Sam woke up and coughed lungs full of ash and smoke. He was different now, his hair had turned bone-white, and his eyes, oh when Sam looked in the murky waters beside him, he saw blood. My eyes are red.

The surrounding area was dusty and dirty. It was hot, unnaturally hot. Strange black stone buildings stood tall and others broken. But where was Sam?

Sam had no longer to contemplate, a thundering vibration sent him off his balance. What was that? Sam got up, cautiously. He looked over his shoulder, and above a ruined tower, he saw a shadow.

The black shadow danced in the air, but as it flew closer, Sam noticed what it was. Oh shit!

Like a bat, it flapped its leathery wings. Sam now realized where he was. Valyria. The system had sent him to the fiery wasteland of Old Valyria.

The creature of fire opened its jaws, and a sound never shaped from a natural beast echoed out. Its claws were spears, its teeth were swords, its wings were a hurricane, and Sam knew that its breath was death.

Dragon. Sam stopped thinking as the sound of feet scraping against rubble was heard. Sam turned over and saw a horrific scene. Men with scaly stone skin walked mindlessly over to him.

Sam's breath stopped, and he knew he had to act fast. As much as Sam felt fear, a little excitement entered him. Then Sam made his move.

A/N: Well that's it, guys. One hell of a start to the world of ice and fire. Already starting hard.

I should also note that I don't cheat on any of my girlfriends in real life. Sydney is my real-life girlfriend, and Laura is her sister. We always all knew each other and hung out over the years, yet when I needed a room-mate, Laura asked and we got closer. Laura and I being roommates were always just in a casual relationship, strictly just friends-with-benefits. That was until I met her sister. I'm not going to go into a lot of detail, but let's just say we hit it off. Both Sydney and Laura actually helped write that scene with me, but Laura was obviously pissed since I turned her into a psycho when in reality she would be more likely to join in than anything. But yeah I just needed something dramatic to happen.

Trust me these Canadian girls are crazy. You even look at another girl briefly and she'll be on your ass all week long. Just to let you guys know though, I am an adult and I have sex regularly. I'm not trying to brag, but I've noticed that people tend to shy away from sex in literature. I can understand your uneasiness, although strange, I'm letting you all know now that this story will feature many lemons. I'm not saying it will be a harem, just that you know in real life you have casual sex, so it'll also be present here.

But yeah besides that tell me what you think. I do enjoy gamer fics and have unfortunately seen a severe lacking of them in this fandom. Boredom paired with free time produced this. I actually do write often, just creatively since I do so much bland technical writing for work and university.

If you're curious about what I'm doing, I'm studying to become a marine biologist. I have an internship, although it's in a lab, not really dealing with marine animals, but hey its a start!

Also, you may be curious about why the level of riding is so high. Well, my relatives up north own this ranch, and every summer we go up there to relax. I always ride horses when I go there. Beautiful creatures they are. And guys here's a tip, bring a girl horse-riding, the first time I brought a girl up to that ranch and after she rode a jumpy mare, she got soaked and tackled me in the bed later that day. Also,horse-riding makes you a beast in the bedroom, all I'm saying is give it a try guys.

One last thing, he has a slight frost resistance since he's from Canada. Come on, we live in a wintery wasteland ourselves! We are the Free Folk of the earth. The least we're owed is some bloody frost resistance. Also, resistances go up by a percentage, not levels. Every skill point is 5%, beyond 100%, the element will heal the player instead of damaging him.

So yeah, favourite, follow and review and remember to enjoy your day.