{I Don't own Nanbaka or Sword Art Online}

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A male with long blonde braided hair slumped against a wall his blue eyes wide a hand covering his mouth, he tried to stop the tears but he couldn't he didn't trust those guards and now he didn't trust games, for one had just trapped one of his closest friends and cell mates.

A black haired male with two colored eyes had nothing to say , he had no motivation to break out of his cell, he had no motivation for anything, for something in the cell was missing and it placed a large toll on them all, someone who would be missing for who knows how long, trapped inside a death game.

A male with red and purple hair felt no need to say anything at the moment his mind not on food for once but instead his friend that he thought as a little brother, one whom probably won't be returning anytime soon.

The three remaining inmates in cell 13 hadn't quite taken it well to the announcement on the news and by the warden about the game called Sword Art Online, apparently everyone who had been hooked up to it was now stuck inside a game that could kill you in both in game and reality.

And the Nerve Gear attached to their heads would fry the brain in a matter of seconds if someone tried to remove it, never once had the cell mates ever truly thought this would happen, they were naive to the concept they could die so easily , they were stupid to think a game could be trusted.

Though some in the prison did know of the consequences that would happen at any given moment, for the ones in cell 8 building 5 were not as Naive, and at the moment the male that had been so bubbly with green hair and a immunity to a lot of different poisons and drugs, was now trapped in a game attached to a microwave device.

The male they realized could either survive or he could die, it was up to how strong the male was mentally, for he could easily give up without his friends there, though the one most affected by it was the monkey like guard in building 5.

The Orange and green haired male was being eaten alive by his own guilt, and he knew it would only get worse as the days tick by, for he was blaming himself, he allowed the inmate to put the gear on without testing the game himself, he should of stopped the male from putting the gear on, and now it was all his fault, and no matter what others might say he would keep blaming himself.

No one knew that those days would soon turn to months that would soon turn to years, for the fact a death game was something that would never end.

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{Short I know but I had no idea what to write}

{I'll switch Point of views every other chapter"