My first attempt and I would like feedback

My first foray into what I'm hoping will be a LitRPG series and would love constructive criticism:

"The first thing I remember

Is asking Mamma why?

Cause there were many things

I didn't know"

One of the most common questions I here is "How did I get here?"

It's only seconded by "How did I get here"

Unfortunately, I can't answer either.

If we're being honest, the first thing I can recall is waking in this room. That's right, this exact room.

It wasn't this homey back then. Considering I woke to a splitting headeache, cottone mouth, and something gnawing on my foot, I think my first words were understandable.

"Fuuuuuuck" I groaned, trying to shake off the weight on my foot.

I blinked away a skin of sleep, focusing on the chewing sound coming from my extremity. As my vision focused,I found an adorable lump of fur, maw clamped firmly on my toe. Fortunately, I seemed to be wearing a pair of Cougar hiking boots, the good old ones. Steel in the toe, steelin the sole,and layers of leather designed to keep rusty nails and errant wheels from crippling you for life.

Seeing me looking at it, the little monster, I shit you not, grinned at me as it bared its teeth. Daggers as long as my pinky finger lined its mouth, which when opened, formed an almost perfect circle of "Oh FUCK no"

As this thing launched itself at my face, my arm came up instinctively, and it buried its fangs into what turned out to be a mouth full of lether jacket. Hard worn acid washed leather met sharpened bone, and there was only one way this was gonna go, and yeah, I screamed as this little beast tore through my jacket and sank it's jaws deep into my forearm. The pain was so intense my vision started to tunnel, and my knees started to give. Knowing this little fucker was tooth deep in my arm, I leaned into. I threw my weight forward, crushing it between myself and the ground on which I landed. I didn't stand a chance, having no time to extract itself, andnsuddenly I held it's limp body in my hands.

"What the actual fuck was that?" I said aloud to the empty room.

Okay, let's take stock. Boots as mentioned. pair of jeans, dark, faded. Aformentioned leather jacket, beaten to shit.

And in the corner of my eye, a blinking light, shaped like an envelope. As soon as I noticed, the image flashed, changing from green to yellow, and expanded in my vision.

Welcome friend, to a wondorous experience.

What the fuck was this bullshit?

Focusing my attention on the note gave me a little more detail.

\*\*\*Welcome note\*\*\*

"Welcome friend, to a new [experience.You](http://experience.You) may be feeling a little disorientation,and that's to be expected. Allow me to explain.

You are a criminal. Ooooooo, just a bad guy. Stealing candy from a baby? That's breakfast for you. But not to worry! We can fix you.

You have signed on for a tour in our new Virtual Rehabilitation Center! Hoorah, you may have done something right fora change!

See,how it works is, we wipe your brain. And lemme tell ya, there was some nasty shit in there. We cleaned all that out! All that trauma, all that anger, all those people you're mad at? Gone! Aren't we awesome?!?!?

Now,I know what you're gonna say. First, AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH< WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK. Breath loser. What you're SUPPOSED to say is "Oh wonderous letter I'm reading, how does this rehabilitate me if you wipe my brain?" To which I would say "Good question! We don't wipe it completely, we just remove your identity! All the things that drive you are still there, your anger, your mania, your misplaced sense of justice! We just give them a new context!"

See how much better this is when we talk?

So, if you're reading this, it means you've lived long enough to get thisletter. Good on ya, many don't even make it this far.

Here are the rules:

Survive

Rehabilitate

Survive

See what I did there?

If you tap your right temple, you can bring up the menu. I'm not gonna walk you through the menu, figure it out. That's how you survive.

There are ten levels. This is the first. Accepting help.

I will be in touch. Until then, be better.

Well shit, that was...useful? Useless? I'm not really sure yet.

So, virtual rehab. I'm not sure who I might have been, but I get the feeling he wouldn't like it any more than I do. Still, at least there was one good bit of information here.

With a quick tap of my fingers I brought up what I would come to think of as my homescreen.