[ WP ] You woke up in a place different from where you slept . `` Beat the game to exit , '' the message said .

My eyes opened slowly. `` Beat the Game to exit'' The words hovered in the air above my head for a few seconds then disappeared. I groaned, I want to get out, but I have to finish orienteering. I had awoken in this small, and by small I mean, a cubby hole for a bead and a small desk, room. At first I was shocked, I saw the text and thought I was dreaming, but as the day went on, it was clear I was n't. 
 
 My first `` memories'' are of me waking up. I remembered who I was, a 21 year old unemployed loser... but that did n't seem to fit. The memories of my life were real, but they felt off. Then the door to my room opened and a man in a strange uniform addressed me. 
 
 `` The time is 0600. The first day of orienteering will begin at 0700. I will guide you to the meeting hall.'' 
 He turned on his heel and began walking away. I had no idea what was going on, but I figured the best way to find out was to follow him. I stepped outside to find myself in a hallway filled with sliding doors that led to similar rooms. I walked past them to see different people in each room. Some young, some old, black, white, brown, male, and female. It felt like a slaughter house, and us, the unwitting sheep were being lead to our demise. 
 
 The large man kept his pace with large strides that made it difficult to keep up. We exited the hallway to emerge into a large circular room with a massive tree and garden in the center. A river ran through the garden, and a small path dotted with benches followed alongside. I saw other archways leading to similar hallways as the one I had just exited. There were three stories and I was on the bottom floor. I had only a few moments to take this in as the man had not slowed. I followed him out of the largest hallway at the opposite end of the room. 
 
 As we continued to walk for what felt like an eternity I had a chance to notice a few things. One, I had a health bar, mana bar, stamina bar, experience bar, minimap, and a quest tracker. But the thing that caught my eye was my level, it read???. Maybe I had to go through this `` orientation'' to unlock my level. We finally approached a large set of wooden double doors. 
 
 `` This is where your first day begins, go to the room with the number on this card. Your teacher will take over from there.'' He handed me a small note card with the number 13 on it. I looked up to ask a question, and he was gone. I shrugged and opened the doors and began my search for room 13. 
 
 It was a small classroom with only about 10 desks a chalkboard and no windows. The lack of sunlight bothered me. I opened the door to be greeted by 7 other people. One of which was the teacher, a rather attractive middle aged woman with dark hair and brown eyes. 
 
 `` Ah, the last member joins us, cutting it a little close, were n't you mister Soral? But no matter, please take a seat and we can begin the tutorial.'' I started to get a bad feeling, but again I shrugged, this was going to be the best way to find out what was going on; and oh boy was I not disappointed. I'll skip the boring stuff to save time. I was in a real life videogame. I had no recollection of signing up, but a memory said I had, for obvious reasons I did n't trust it. 
 
 This was the Dungeon. A massive cavern that went several miles deep. A company had purchased the cavern to create this game. Everyone started at level one, and had to pick a class. Mage, warrior, rouge, archer, and necromancer to name a few. You can change your class at any time for a price, trainers were located at the bazaar. A massive 4 square mile area that housed a small city, that was the entrance to the labyrinth below. Nobody seemed to know how deep the actual dungeon was, but it was deep. Standard MMORPG rules applied, guilds, experience, trading, PvP, safe zones, teleporters, and loot. 
 
 The last day was us picking our starting class. 
 `` Now class, you will each go to your choosing booth to pick your class. Go out the classroom, take a right, and the booths will be at the end of the hallway.'' With that, the teacher gave a smile, and we filed out the door to the booths. I had a card again with the number 5 on it. I entered the booth and found a table, a chair, and a face. 
 
 `` Welcome Waryn Soral. I am A.I. the administrator for this game. If you would, please take a seat and let us begin.'' 
 
 The robotic voice was unsettling, but I wanted to get out. I sat down and the screen changed from the robot face to a list. 
 
 `` This is the list of classes you are eligible for.'' 
 
 The list appeared, but only one choice appeared: Cursed Warlock. I frowned. 
 
 `` Excuse me A.I. but I was told during the tutorial that I would have at least five classes to choose from.'' 
 
 The list was replaced with the face once again. 
 
 `` You are correct Waryn Soral, but due to your irregular stats, you are locked to Cursed Warlock.'' 
 
 I was getting suspicious. `` OK, but what does Cursed Warlock mean? I've never heard of that class before.'' 
 
 A.I. nodded with sympathy. `` Allow me to explain. For some reason, your stats are so far advanced, we can not calculate them currently. To compensate for this we created this class for you. You are the only Cursed Warlock out of over 10,000 current players. You are not allowed to use weapons, and you must rely on your magic. Hand to hand combat is permitted, buy should you attempt to use weapons, they will explode causing massive damage.'' 
 
 I had been curious as to why my level was??? But I never thought it would be this. I do n't even know how to use magic. A.I. interrupted my thoughts. 
 
 `` You are also only allowed to use the armor provided. The consequences for using different armor is explosions. However, you will be allowed to change the appearance of said armor. The one thing that is beneficial to you, is that you may use any magic. Spells, incantations, summoning, and much more is all available to you, however you must learn it yourself.'' 
 
 This was n't turning out so bad. I wanted to be an archer, but I guess this could work. Any magic I want... that could be fun. 
 
 `` One last thing, you will be permanently branded. A title and mark will go with you and will be visible to everyone. Should you feel you need assistance, please feel free to contact me at anytime. Are there any final questions?'' 
 
 I thought about what was about to happen. I was going to be branded, everyone would see it, that could be good or bad. I could be known as an amazing hero, or a terrible villan. But I had no choice in my current predicament, so I figured that I may as well make the best of it. 
 
 `` No A.I. I understand.'' 
 
 He nodded 
 
 `` Wonderful, please proceed and begin your adventure into The Dungeon.'' I stood up and the wall before me slid to the side to reveal the city before me. As I stepped out, robes of black, grey, and red formed around my body. The words Cursed Warlock appeared above my experience bar. But the weirdest thing, was the quest that appeared and the marker. The quest was titled: Find Me. And the location: 10 miles straight down. 
 
 This was going to be interesting.
