Prologue 01. Adaptation Complete — To the Developers of This Game
My grandfather smoked cigarettes his whole life. When I was around ten years old, my mother told him, “If you want to see your grandchildren graduate, quit smoking right now.” Tears welled up in his eyes as he finally realized the cost of smoking. That very day, he quit completely.
Three years later, Grandfather passed away from lung cancer. We had been incredibly close, and his death shattered me. Mother said to me, “Please, whatever you do, don't smoke. Don't repeat what your grandfather did to our family.” I agreed.
Now, at 28 years old, I regret never once trying a cigarette. Because your fucking game is so goddamn shitty that I've got cancer anyway. For fuck's sake, make a proper game.
Transmigrated into the game (forced).