"Screw this!" rang through the corridors of the dorm. It came from the room of an astramaniac physics college major, whose name was Neil Blaze. The room was not too dirty (Which was a lie), but it gave the air of a minefield. That was probably because it was a minefield, full of broken laptops, spoons, forks, old noodles, dangerous Tesla coil contraptions and ice cream buckets. Not to mention the old defused World War II antique bomb lying on a small mantlepiece. Neil was sitting on his desk, and he had yelled so, because he was tired of studying. He had just thrown the gigantic book that he had been reading away. His small bed was nearby in the corner, next to a ridiculously scary looking computer that was self sufficiently powered. Courtesy of himself, of course. The computer was powerful and though expensive, well worth the price. Neil decided that he would start playing today or never. What would he play? Hey! He had to start playing Milaheim Online!
He lay down on his bed, holding his Nerve Helmet. He wore it, and was about to connect it to the main station, but then realized it already was.
He logged in