"Select Your Class"

Timothy rubbed his eyes at it adjusted to the sudden shift in setting. He was standing in a large room. It was completely empty, save for a wooden floor, white walls, a white ceiling and windows displaying the white void from before. On the floor was a white circle that seems to surround Timothy and would move with him when he walked.

A screen appeared in the top left of Timothy's peripheral vision.

Name: Timothy Joyce-Bouguereau

User ID: 9023BDF1111

Quests: ►

Status: ►

Skills: ►

Magic: ►

Inventory: ►

Manual: ►

Options: ►

Timothy blinked, and as if the screen read his mind (thought it could have, since the game directly plugged into his brain), the Status tab was selected.

Status: ▼

• Level: 1
• EXP: 1000
• HP: 100/100
• Strength: 0
• Attack: 0
• Defense: 0
• Speed: 0
• Intelligence: 0
• Magic: 0
• Vitality: 0

Timothy checked through the rest of the other tabs. "Skills" and "Magic" were completely empty, and "Inventory" had just one item in it.

Inventory: ▼

• Gear: ▼
• Starter Diaper
• Weapons: ▼
• N/A
• Items: ▼
• N/A
• Ingredients: ▼
• N/A

"Select Your Class" said the voice from before.

Surrounding Timothy appeared a series of mirrors that towered over him and filled the entire room. Timothy looked through every mirror in the room (the number of them reaching double-digits), each of his reflections each wearing a different outfit or had some cosmetic changes to his body.

Apparently, he was supposed to select an outfit made to evoke a certain Fantasy class. There was an outfit that made him look like a Knight, a Wizard, a Barbarian, a Doctor (one outfit had him in a bird mask, the other in a white labcoat and a head mirror), a Rogue, a Pirate, even a few out-of-genre options like a superhero or a space invader.

Each description gave a color epitaph of how this kind of class fit within the context of this fictional world, and it displayed the items and weapons and how it would effect his stats.