Cont. "The start of my life in this new world"

Day 547, 09:34 • Published in Canada Canada • by frankypicoto

The next day I woke up at 11:00 I had some food and went off to my work producing diamonds, I met lots of nice people along the way, some of them new too. After working I went off to train and I could already notice that I was getting stronger and was able to lift heavier weights. I was planning to go to the social club that afternoon to ask some questions about wars and jobs…I was anxious to learn new things.


When I came into the social club I noticed there were even more people there “Great”-I thought- more people for me to meet. That evening I asked as many questions as I had time to ask and people answered them with pleasure, I was happy everyone wanted to help me.


In the next few days everything went as normal, working, training, socializing…
But…I was starting to notice that I was getting more tired every day, every day I told myself that I had to sleep longer, but, every day it got worse until one day I was walking back home from the social club and I fainted, fainted just there in the middle of the street.


When I woke up I was in the hospital, some of the friends I’d made at the social club were there waiting for me to wake up, they explained that I was to rest for a few days because I had been working too hard and my so called “wellness” (I guessed that stood for health) couldn’t take one more day of hard working. My friends told me that I should change to a job were I didn’t need to work very hard, “a Q1 job” they said. Apparently they had different names for everything, which was something else I needed to learn. I did as they said 3 whole days without working or training. When I was finally out of the hospital I promised myself I would take things slowly now, I got myself a Q1 job and decided that I would keep working with diamonds.

My questions were all answered and I already felt like this was “home”, I didn’t actually have a home but the shelter worked for me. Soon I knew an awful lot about eRepublik (the name given to this world) and eCanada, I noticed there were all kinds of newspapers in this world and I decided I would like to have my own newspaper after all I’d always liked writing.

The launch of my newspaper was a success loads of people left comments that boosted me to write more, everyone was so nice, they complemented me on my achievements and my writing.




Where was this world all my life?

(Article based on the Daily life of GChrome)