Eric Marshall, 19, MarshallLaw, Red, Stapler

"Pfft, gimme a break....."

Eric tapped his hands along the edge of his desk, wondering how this dumb thing had gotten delivered to him. Back home from school for the summer, he figured one of his friends online must've sent him something as a prank, or a weird gift. Like he was going to get powers from a tablet, or that this big strip-naked game was going to just fly under the radar of the rest of the world.

Still, if it turned out to be some ero-game with it's own device and some really meta writing, well... he could use that. His parent's were barely going to be home (they'd started a series of trips since he went off to college) and he was only child besides, so he had the house to himself, and this could give him some decent 'entertainment' if he ever got bored some nights.

Eric started by entering in what had become his to-go username, "MarshallLaw". It was a dumb pun he'd come up with in middle school, but it stuck. A small grin spread across Eric's face as he saw he wouldn't even need to add numbers at the end this time. So, with his Handle taken care of, Eric just needed a Focus....

"Whatever," he said, stretching his arms back and standing up. The game would just give him something if he didn't decide, right? If he didn't like it, he could always just restart. Nah, if he was going to give this game a shot, he'd go and get some water first.

On his way out of his room, Eric passed the long, rectangular mirror he had on his wall. He wasn't an unattractive guy or anything, but he was certainly a bit on the plain side. His close cut brown hair, getting a bit shaggy since he'd put off getting a haircut, framed his face nicely, and his lanky limbs looked good enough, even if in reality he was way out of shape, a bit of a stomach developing on his body thanks to having taken his metabolism for granted for so long. And with no plans to go out, his plain t-shirt and khaki shorts didn't add much to flatter what was in all not a bad figure.

Having taken his time going up and down the stairs, Eric came back, glass of water in hand, to find the tablet's screen flashing. "TIME UP," it read, "FOCUS CHOSEN RANDOMLY." And sure enough, there was a picture of a stapler on the screen, which looked just like the stapler he had on his desk. Something nagged at the back of Eric's mind; he didn't remember taking that out of it's drawer, and he remembered it being black, not red. But, whatever. Trying to put that strange coincidence out of his mind, Eric pressed the screen, his curiosity and trepidation towards the game growing in equal measure.