<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Venice the Swordswoman</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/Paladiny.jpg)</div></div><br/>A flash of green shined brightly across one of the fields nearby the starting city of Aincrad, the squealing of hogs and sound of shattering bodies following immediately afterwards, as in the middle of an entire mob of low level creatures a beautiful red-headed woman spun about with a glowing green sword. Venice, an extremely tall swordswoman, cleaved an entire batch of monster with a single Cyclone sword skill, slamming one heel down to stop her movement before swinging the large two-handed sword she was using up onto her shoulder.<br/><br/><strong>"Hoo . . it really does make a big difference, increasing the height and utilizing larger weapons. Seems my information gathering was the right option after all."</strong><br/><br/>Since the very hour the game had gone on sale, Venice aka Shinozaki Yuri had been playing the game nonstop, utilizing her knowledge as a beta tester to get into some important low-level quests before others could get them. She'd skipped the tutorial-like quests to teach people how to play the game, instead focusing on one that made a delivery for a blacksmith, earning herself a <Greatsword> to replace her starting one-handed straight sword with. It was really a big experiment to see if she could make up for her lack of practice in actual fighting (She was a delicate rich girl after all!) with better gear and reach, and so far it had been a resounding success. She'd been playing for hours now and was already thinking she'd be able to slip ahead to the next town and get even further ahead of the others. If she wanted to really make a name for herself, being the first person to make it to the boss of Floor 1 would certainly do it . . .<br/><br/>Just as she made eye contact with the next hopeless little piggy to be sacrifice on her sword, a group to the left of her was swallowed up in white light and disappeared. Glancing back towards them, and the city, she saw more and more towers of light appearing, only for herself to be teleported as well ending up in the middle of a crowd of THOUSANDS of users just like her. Well . . almost. She was superior to them, of course. Still, it became progressively harder to keep her mask of aloof confidence as Kayaba himself appeared above them and informed the player base exactly how screwed they all were. Venice wasn't worried though. Or rather . . she wasn't, until she looked at one of the floating newscast windows and saw the headline.<br/><br/><em>'Heiress to the Shinozaki Conglomerate unconscious!'</em>Up there she saw herself being loaded off of a helicopter, her own father meeting with a group of doctors to wheel her physical body inside of the most expensive private hospital in Tokyo, her body obscured by the ludicrously expensive silk pajamas and the Nervgear obscuring her face from view. A little dizzy, she leaned heavily on her sword, a hand reaching up to palm her face as she tried to control her breathing. It was real . . that psychopath put her in real danger, and daddy brought her to the best hospital he could to take care of her . . that meant she was really trapped. Still in a daze she barely registered Kayaba's words, seeing the people around her checking their inventories. A few button presses later and she held a mirror in one hand, her beautifully rendered Irish reflected in the mirror. Imagine the horror when light overwhelmed everyone again, and in the place of the six-and-a-half foot warrior was replaced with a positively teensy, pale Japanese girl, light brown hair hanging limply around her shoulder and pale face locked into a disgusted expression.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/ba245cbac4170be9e3ce5201ad0345e23b4aafa7.jpg)</div></div><br/>Her massive sword was taller than SHE was, and she looked around in a panic, noting that everything was just . . bigger! A foot and a half difference in height change and arm length, and all of her plans and practice were ruined. Feeling what was surely a panic attack beginning to set in she began to back away from the larger clumps of people in the crowd, her weapon discard and laying on the ground as she tried to focus, bumping into the gorgeous blonde foreigner and finding it VERY difficult to control her breathing at this moment in time.