[ WP ] It suddenly becomes possible to gain XP and level up in the real world , but you can only do so by getting kills .

The blood soaked the once shining ball room floor. I sit against the wall staring my own reflection. Slowly leaning forwards until my forehead met my reflections. How many years had it been since I started this journey, how many people had I slain. In the end my question still rings `` Is this worth it?''. Had I become the monster I feared would one day rise? 
 
 Raising my head back to get a good look at myself it was as if the mirror melted. I stood there watching myself back on the first day of this horrible nightmare. I watched as my younger self ran out the front doors of my parents house. How young and innocent I was. Off to a video game party to play the new FPS that had come out. I had my own copy and game console in hand as I jumped into my families large truck. I watched as I remembered I needed to bring a snack. I watched as I recklessly drove down the road while texting my girlfriend who was already over at the house. I watched in horror once again as I watched the man drag the lifeless body behind the store. I watched as I seemed to be the only one to notice. In panic dropping my phone onto the concrete and it shattering to pieces. With no way to call for help, I ran over. Oh how foolish of a hero I was at that time. 
 
 As I round the back corner of the store I watch myself mute in horror at the bloody pool the man sat in. Though my horror and intrigue made me approach the mysterious glow that hovered in front of the man. It looked akin to those of the RPG's that I so loved, whos names and stories I can hardly remember. I remembered the look as the man pushed the deadmans heart into the floating panel. 
 `` Bonus exp'' appeared above his head. I watched as the man got up. I watched as I panic'ed in fear and beat the man over the head with a stiff wooden board. The small nail at the end made a popping noise as it stuck into his head. The faint green glow of the exp board floated in front of my past self as I stood in horror. 
 `` Level 4 kill, exp awarded'' popped up in front of my face, and the blue bar shot up filling the gauge twice. 
 `` Level 3 awarded, please choose your skill upgrades'' it told me and a smaller window popped up. Only a few of the many possible options appeared. My past self chose to put points into health and strength. Almost instantly my appearance became healthier, my muscles slightly bulged, not in a mass sense but in a toned force. 
 
 `` You stole my kill'' The lecherous voice echoed behind my past self. An older lady stood there, a butchers knife in her hand. Instantly my past self knew what this meant. 
 
 Slowly the scene melted away as the rain rolled in, leaving me in the blood stained ball room once more. I sit there motionless. Regardless of how many times I do it the pain is still the same. Was this me fooling myself into thinking I was still human and not some monster? Was it my justification? I could n't tell but it was what kept me sane... I think. I feel a small stinging feeling against my back as if bee had just stung me. The metal clatter that followed afterwards told me otherwise. Turning around I see the slow breathing body of the lady of the house turned on her back. I pick up the small throwing knife she tried to kill me with. Without a second hesitation I plunge it into her chest. Like from my memory the exp bar appeared 
 
 `` Level 37 kill, bonus award for ending spree'' I click on the small pop up. I try to see what else I can upgrade. Instead a small warning shows that I need another 1000 exp to the next level. How many had it been since the last level up? A sudden crying echos through the ball room. My focus turns from the exp window to the doors. In the middle of it stood a small toddler. Before I could stop myself it was already too late. My hand held his small heart, his blood covering my face and arm. The green and brown corduroy now mixed with the deep crimson red. 
 `` Nobody can know... Im sorry...''
