I was just playing VR on a Saturday night, like always. I was playing with my VR family, I loved when everyone would get on and we could all play together and have a blast. Everything was going amazing until. CRASH. I heard the window break and felt something pierce through my chest. I stood still frozen while I still had my eyes in the headset. Inside the game, I wasn't even sure if people heard the crash, everyone was laughing and speaking. That was until I started to cough a lot and making slight gagging noises. Ending up Falling right to the floor. I had been shot. How?...
The first to realize was Lost, my grandfather. He came over to my VR body on the floor And started to ask if I was okay, the others soon realized and also came over calling for my name. I wanted to say something, but I could feel I was loosing blood. This can't be it. I don't want to die yet, I want to stay with them.
All I could hear were them screaming my name. Until I heard my door burst opened with my real dad screaming my real name in fear, he told me everything would be okay as I heard him call 911. I couldn't stay awake anymore. I closed my eyes and passed out.
That was my last breath. Or so I thought.
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The Real Virtuality
RandomThis is just a story ive made up in my mind, just for the fun of it. If this ever goes out public, I will not share the full usernames of these ppl. This is all made up and nothing happened like this. It's just a big imagination of a dream ive been...
