Game Begins

John was met with a character creation screen. An image of himself floated in the air. He took a quick overview of his face, he had steel grey eyes, curly black hair, and a thin beard across his face. After looking at his face he took a glance at his upper and lower body. John was about 6’0 but decided to add one extra inch to his frame, he also added a little bit of tone to his already muscular body.

A dialogue box asked if he was sure he was ready to begin, he reassured himself and chose yes.

The world went black.

“Any last words?”

John opened his eyes.

He felt a strong cool hand clutching his throat. He looked up and saw a heavily armored guard clutching his throat.

“.....Where am I? What’s going on?” John cracked.

“Don’t you see your are being banished. You have the mark of the dragon.”

“...... Wait what the hell is going on…? Dragon mark?

“You have been marked by the dragon don’t you see.” The guard raised his hand and pointed at his left arm. “Dragon Marked.”

John looked at his left arm. Carved into his arm was a dragon. It didn’t look like a tattoo, but instead it looked like it was engraved on to his skin. It didn’t appear to be a regular scar, it was blackened almost like a shadow and it circled his arm like a snake. It went from his wrist to his shoulder.

“So you’re saying I have to die because I’m marked? What kind of a bullshit reasoning is that!”

“Do not blame us for your sins, it is your fault not ours.”

With that, the guard let go.