The intraveneous feeding fluid had run out. I have been immersed in an alternate relatity for more than seven years, that's much shorter than most people. Though there is something very terrible about waking up out of these virtual reality machines. Waking up from a world where you have everything, everything comes to you easily. It pains me to look in the mirror, this is not the appearance I identify with. I don't even know my name. I look out the window, there is no one, nothing to suggest this world is inhabited by humans, just buildings where people stay in their virtual reality machines and live more appealing lives, lives with magic and interesting creatures to befriend, or realities where one can play with the law of physics, where one can be a god.
I walk down the street there is no signs of life, only spray painted signs that say "Remember Reality" and one large sign over the overpass "You can't live while wanting to be someone else" It is clear that mankind is a dying organism and the truth is, I and no one else seems to really care. I just want to get back to my Avatar, half human mage, half elf, named Allaistar. I don't care that mankind is going extinct, I just want to immerse myself in the virtual reality, I just want to defeat a Ruby-eyed dragon.