Full Immersion 1

Full Immersion

A young woman, about eighteen years of age, wakes up face down in a grassy field. She has straight, shoulder-length white hair, green eyes, is wearing some kind of tan tunic with a pair of slits in the back which allow a pair of large, gray-feathered wings through. She pushes herself up on one arm and looks around, stretching the wings a little bit.
There are a few things wrong with this picture, from her perspective. One: She does not recall ever having white hair. Bleaching has always seemed a rather strange option, honestly. Two: She does not recall having..wings? Is that what those are? She looks back, and observes that they are indeed wings. She stands up and attempts to get her bearings, but it truly appears to be some form of savannah: Grass on every horizon.
Suddenly something like a screen floating in midair appears before her, causing her to jump. It has very pixellated text boxes all over it. The main one is some form of message, the cause of the screen popping up in the first place. It says:

Protips: How to Win the Game!
1. Roleplay! Do not merely act--become.
2. Party up! Nobody survives alone.
3. Listen to the input! They know better than you.

She gazes at the message on the screen with mild confusion, and scratches her head. "..Input? They didn't say anything about that.."

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