Tales of a Unicorn Ranger

exhaustion as he approached the mirror. Trim brown hair, dull eyes, and his striped employee uniform had all but branded him as an employee at a fas

g his way over to his bedroom, Alex found himself sinking into his chair as he booted up his computer. The startup sequence had

tap with his finger. Obtained when he was a child, people probably expected him to throw it away when he was

his characters. It was a standard open world game, nothing too special. It had a robust combat, a crafting system, and so on

hat it made him uncool. Unicorns were awesome. And if he was being honest, portraying unicorns as weak comp

imer counted down. The only real entertainment on screen was the background behind the UI screen, where entire throngs of player avatars crowded in front of the blacksmith as they spammed every manner of potion, spell, and other sparkly af

experienced then was blissful. While he did not dream, there was a certain feeling of refreshed contentment as the body recharged itself. B

brightness of the computer screen, he realized that he was in a white void. The sight had his ey

he stumbled on his own feet and fell over. Landing ungracefully on his behind, it was

f instability hobbling his legs, he tried desperately to find some form of color of shape in the vast expanse. He was prett

hite blissfully became tainted with a few shades of grey, and what was once a singular plane of spac

able as his body instinctively froze on what it perceived as the only available perch h

is thoughts. “Is this scener

couldn’t understand why he looked so frazzled while they stood in the open sky. Placing a hand on his chin, the brown-haired man looked con

as replaced with green grass and dirt. He could even smell the scent of morning dew and mulch. Its appearance made Alex fall to h

god.” He

as if he was walking down invisible stairs. “You are going to need to be mo

outh agape. “So is this a

t really. You may perceive it as such, but I’m sure y

was playing a game?!” He paused as he took in his surroundings again, with his terror from b

robably formed from stress. Or bad luck. But however arbitrary the

s as he looked at the sky accusingly. “Figures. So what’s

ght to the terms of reincarnation and barely

impressive dream, or you are telling the truth and complaining about my death is useless.” He huffed.

g parts.” He looked pleased at that prospect. “Well, it is world filled wit

skip that stuff and tell me what I will need to do?” If he was dead and being reincarnated,

information was the most important. “Well, the rules dictate we can’t force you to do anything. So you are more than free to

at Zackaios in the eyes, which he now noticed were a f

have a secret love for? Those same creatures that other people dismiss as “girly” and “daint

nt me to save them from the edge of extinction? Do you want me to lead a herd of them to their new home? Or...” He fixe

but I just want you to interact with them in a positive manner. I do not particularly care

panion when I get there?” Alex as

just force one to have allegiance to you? If you want one as a companion, then you will have to be like everyone else and ear

x said, stretching his arms. “N

ly. Given the circumstances around transfers, we usually try to give you skill boosts in a certain area depending on where you’ll end up. There will also be a temporary special effect on you called “New Tra

through his eyes. “That’s not w

in the woods. The creatures in that area are not even all that stro

g. After a few moments of silen

to slowly morph into a blinding light. “Great. Now, off you go. Do tr

ed on his own sp