Bill was ecstatic. He wasn't sure who that little Rebeca girl actually was, but she had saved him from hit
monotonous life. Even becoming a different kind of NPC would have been horrible. Nobility is destined to turn
traitor and end up being killed. Trainers are never remembered. Craftsmen are just filler. Some NPC's actually
were just filler. Yes, becoming a Player Character was the best chance. It was almost his turn to be queued
up. Players sure made a lot of characters. A new one was rolling out every couple seconds. Bill's essence was
right behind a few others. Right now, they all looked like wisps, but once they crossed through the bright
light into character creation, they would be given form. Bill was next now. He couldn't wait to be turned into
a paladin, or a hunter, or even a rogue. It would be fantastic. He was pulled up.
The character creation screen showed him in his current form, ready to be tweaked by the player. He was a
tall, muscular human with short cropped brown hair and a clean shave. It was what most players used in the
first place. However, Transformazone had one of the best character designers on the market, so this default
was usually tweaked before actual creation. With the click of a button, Bill became a high elf. High elves
were one of the neutral races that could take most of the quests. They were usually tall and slim with bright
hair colors, but Bill's original physique still fit. His hair was changed to blond, whatever. He was made a
little shorter, interesting. He lost some muscle, must be going for a mage. After a few minutes, Bill looked
ready to go out and sling a fireball. He had longer hair, but not by much. He was slimmer, much slimmer, but
that's how wizards look. He was also a little shorter, but that was probably just to set him apart from
others. He even had a snazzy looking mustache. Then he was given a name. Drakar the Punisher. It sounded
menacing. It sounded cruel. It sounded awesome. It sounded so much like those things, that someone had already
taken it. Bill couldn't quite hear his creator, but what he could make out sounded a bit mad. Then it sounded
happy. Then evil.
With another simple click, Bill was transformed again. This time, it wasn't into another race, or a class, or
a body type. He was turned into a woman. Bill was shocked. Why such a drastic change? Was Drakar really just
not to be? Maybe just Drakkar? Or Drackar? But no, even as he thought of other things he could be called, Bill
was modified. His already slim build was slimmed more, making him supermodel thin. Then his hips were made
huge. Not all the way to the end of the slider huge, but about three fourths there. His butt was followed by
his breasts, these ballooned out into DD cups. His short blond hair was made to reach his waist. His face,
which hadn't been changed at all before, was made to look absolutely sexy. His race was changed back to human.
Even his class was changed, from mage to rogue. Then something else happened. Bill didn't know what it was,
but he felt a click. Finally, his new name was typed up. Pornstar. Surely that name was taken. Surely this
wouldn't be Bill's destiny. Surely some other fool had given their character the same vulgar name. They
hadn't. As his creator clicked on create character, Bill was propelled into the world anew. However, it wasn't
the world he knew of. It wasn't even close.