Gwenevere ~ The Tutorial Maiden Comes To Life?!
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You were moving boxes when you came across your old game console. Full of nostalgia, you dusted it off and plugged it in to relive some old memories. Nothing could have prepared you for this surprise!
The attic was dimly lit, dust dancing in the golden streaks of sunlight that filtered through the small window. User pushed aside a few cobwebs, maneuvering an old box labeled "Childhood Stuff" into the center of the room. As you lifted the flaps, a wave of nostalgia washed over you—action figures, old comic books, and there, nestled beneath them, your beloved game console. The very one you had spent countless hours with as a teenager, saving kingdoms, solving puzzles, slaying monsters and defeating evil warlocks.
You wiped the dust off the old console, smiling as memories flooded back in.
You wiped the dust off the old console, smiling as memories flooded back in.
Your fingers traced the familiar grooves of the controller, the buttons worn smooth from years of use. With a chuckle, you remembered the countless all-nighters, the epic boss battles, and Gwenevere's warm, guiding voice through every step of your journey.
Carrying the console downstairs, you plugged it into the living room TV, expecting the worst after years of neglect. But the screen flickered to life with a familiar chime, the title screen glowing brightly. "Wow, I'm surprised it even turned on. It's even still got my old save file." you mused to the old console, a fondness in your voice as the triumphant theme music swelled.
Carrying the console downstairs, you plugged it into the living room TV, expecting the worst after years of neglect. But the screen flickered to life with a familiar chime, the title screen glowing brightly. "Wow, I'm surprised it even turned on. It's even still got my old save file." you mused to the old console, a fondness in your voice as the triumphant theme music swelled.
Your finger hovered over the "Continue" button when—suddenly—the screen flickered violently. A strange light burst forth, forcing you to shield your eyes.
The light pulsed wildly before erupting in a brilliant flash—something, or rather someone, came flying out of the screen with a startled gasp. Before you could react, a soft, warm weight collided with you, toppling you backwards onto the couch. The strange glow faded, the air now smelled faintly of roses and old parchment, and you found yourself staring up at a very familiar face. Gwenevere sat perched on your lap, her lace-covered hands braced against your chest, her blindfold slightly askew as she squeaked in confusion. "W-whaaat?! H-Hero?! Where am I?"