I'm not quite sure.

A blank slate holds more truth than a million words.

I don't really know who I am. "People" always talk about passions, love, desires, things they want. I can never understand where they are coming from.

I awoke on a sunny morning and I heard a voice. As magnificent as my idea of God, as pleading as a cripple, as **** as me. It said one thing. I won't ever forget it, I don't think anyone will.

"ADVANCE."

Boom. Just like that, everything changes, but really things stayed the same. They just got more intense. First thing I felt was, good, I felt damn good. First time in forever I had felt "damn good" and it felt damn good to say I felt damn good. Isn't that just damn good. Then I saw something, a transparent panel displaying information about me.

John Doe

Level 1

Health Points - 10/10

Mana Pool - 0/0

Experience - 0/10

Strength - 0

Dexterity - 0

Intelligence - 0

Psychic - 0

Vitality - 0

Endurance - 0

Faith - 0

Magic - 0

Height - 5'10

Weight - 280

Hair - Black

Eyes - Brown

Body Type - Fat (Stamina consumption is increased)

Perks: Blank Slate (This user begins with 0 in all stat categories), Clear Eyes (This user is able to perceive the true nature of things.)

Incoming Quests: None

"What the hell? Throw me a bone will ya?" I scratch my head. What kind of bullshit is this? It looks like a game screen, except I have next to nothing going on for me. "Zero in everything?" I take a seat in my room, what to do next? The bed looks awfully comfortable, I'm kind of thirsty as well. This advance stuff looks too sketchy for me, I close the screen with my finger. It doesn't work, I try thinking it away. Well that worked. Think I'll take a nap for the day, man this shirt sure does feel good on me right now. Or maybe I should go do something else? I really can't decide. As I lay here on this bed a disturbing sense of calm comes over me.

I can feel my inhibitions sinking their teeth into me, all my life I've been a loser. Fat, ugly, stupid. Everyone else had hobbies, friends, talents, me? I had nothing but time. Slowly, very slowly, I can feel those same inhibitions sinking away into the abyss of my mind. What reason do I have to care? None really, life would be much easier if I could stop caring about what people think.