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Wildcard
03-31-2008, 08:06 PM
Hey, I'm posting this story to recive con-crit and give this story in my head to the forum, so I can improve it. Hope you enjoy it. As I enjoy writing it.

So, thanks in advance for taking your time. If you see anything that could make it better please tell me.

Before anybody asks, I can look at their stories after your done with giving me con-crit. But I'm not sure you'd want it as I am not a very harsh critic.

Now..on with the story.

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Shockwave

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Proluge

1:23 PM, October 26th 1982

To think this all started because somebody wanted to get their weekly salary! Dr Turner thought while rapidly typing on a keyboard somewhere in a dark laboratory filled with supercomputers.

"How close are they?" Another occupant of this very vacant laboratory asked in a nervous tone of voice.

"Less then five miles away!" Dr Turner yelled to his associate.

"So what now?" A gruff voice called out from behind the doctor.

"We’re gonna be used as the man's lab rats, that’s what!” Another voice answered from the same direction.

Behind Dr.Turner there was a squadron of about eight soldiers decked out in blue colored, crystal suits, and wielding powerful assault rifles.

"Nonsense!" He called out to them "It has been tested before, we have worked out all the bugs this time!"

A few of the troops showed reluctance on their faces, they knew that they would mostly likely die long before they reached their destination. They all stepped into a small metallic-blue colored chamber filled with stray wires and complex machinery.

"Okay troops!” The apparent leader of the squadron yelled, and began a quick lecture on their mission. "Our mission is to kill everything in the area that is not confirmed friendly, and we must accomplish this task in four minutes, before the tracers find the doctor's location. If we don't," he took a quick pause, "then we’re all as good as dead!"

He turned to the other seven well trained armed men behind him. "Is your directive understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!" They replied in unison.

"Begin DNA transfer," he said, typing and clicking on the same keyboard. "Shockwave program initiated..."
He paused for what seemed like an eternity to the soldiers. By the looks on the faces, it was obvious they were all thinking the same thing, how the hell did we end up in this mess!?

"Energize!" The doctor said as the chamber was shocked from the outside by what must have been far past the lethal amount of electricity.

The soldier’s first sight was a completely realistic looking pine forest in the darkest hour. Even though they were all too aware this wasn't real, it might as well have been. They couldn't help but be amazed; they still had all five senses in this strange new world! Hearing, touch, taste, smell, and sight. Not just that, but the entire world on which they stood looked as if it was taken out of a photograph.

"Stay focused soldiers! Only 3 minutes and 23 seconds are left!"

The troops quickly advanced on their unseen targets. The soldiers stood in a defensive position to make sure any incoming threat would be quickly eradicated. Ever alert, more then once they nearly shot one of their own men from an unexpected sound of one of them stepping on a wayward branch.

"Over there!" One of them cried as they scattered. Suddenly, machine gun fire came from all around them, catching two of the men in the deadly range.

The six remaining hid underneath a downed tree. Unexpectedly, this move was anticipated and a well planted land mine caught one of them off guard; terrifying another who went down in a crouched position beside his deceased comrade.

"Come on!" The leader said while dragging one away from his dead friend.

"Two minutes left!" The doctor yelled out.

While being they were running off it began to rain in the forested area, making it far harder to see or hear where the enemy was hidden.

"Damn it, Get us out of here doc! They’re already far too advanced for us!"
The leader and the terrified soldier were quickly sprayed with bullets scattering their crystalline armour on the forest floor as five of the enemy soldiers sprinted closer and closer to the remaining three humans.

"We’re gonna die! Why are we even bo..bothering." One of the three mumbled while trying to stay close to his remaining comrades. However he found it to hard to keep the pace and fell behind clutching his chest, and falling to the ground. Soon, an explosion caught him. His body flew up into the air and fell back in it's original position covered in dirt, blood, and mud.

"45 seconds left! Damn it, you’re well armed. Take them out!" Came the obviously anxious voice of the doctor.

The last two apparently could not hear the doctor's voice in the midst of all the panting, explosions, and gunfire.

The last two came upon a tank which quickly blew them away with a single shot of its gun.

"Damn it!" The two doctors’ yelled in unison as their laboratory door was blown in. They fell to the ground covered in machinery caught in the explosion.

Dr. Turner and his associate were soon crushed underneath it, covered in blood. Dr Turner experienced his last thoughts of regret as he slowly faded away...

THEKINGOFSOMEWHERE
04-02-2008, 12:53 AM
I quite enjoyed it actually. I liked the way you described teh details of the Virtual World. Keep working on itt.

Wildcard
04-26-2008, 12:31 PM
Author's notes:

(Italics are used in this chapter to identify titles, such as a title of a book or movie. However, please note that just because it is italicized doesn't mean it is important in the story.)

(Their is a single instance of chatspeak in this chapter. As three characters are in a chatroom.)

Hope you enjoy!


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Chapter 1: Alex

October 26th, Sunday, 2008, 7:00PM

A Heavily-armoured paladin violently swung his sword at what appeared to be mirror images of himself and his fellow team members. Unfortunately, the opposing shadowbeasts had been prepared for this move, and had quickly jumped from striking distance.

"Damn, these things are impossible!" The archer of the team had called out in the middle of battle as his strongest arrow had been brushed off as if it was nothing.

Amazingly, the paladin was undaunted by the constant attacks; only a few minutes ago he appeared to be covered in gallons of blood, yet he had miraculously recovered from it by only taking a drink of a strange green liquid that had been thrown by a fellow member of his team.

"So, you guys ever get tired of this?" An apparently bored sorceress asked.

"Not really, except after six hours of questing!" The archer said angrily, obviously tired.

"That's enough team!" We need to do this" The paladin enthusiastically said; as he charged off into battle and delivered a vertical slice to the opponent that mirrored the archer's appearance.

A battle cry echoed as the paladin swooped down and delivered a quick vertical slice to the weakest shadowbeast, killing it instantly. As it died, it appeared as if numbers floated above the beast's head.

"Nice one!" The archer exclaimed, as he pulled out his bow and prepared for his strongest attack. But then, a minor detail caught his attention, one that very well could get his friend and team-mate killed. He immediately jumped in front of his comrade.

"Damn it! Another one dead!" The paladin exclaimed as he watched his friend's body fade away from the immediate area.

"You guys take this way to seriously." The sorceress said as she cast a powerful healing spell onto the paladin.

"Ahh...you just got us killed!" The paladin screamed as he unsuccessfully tried to flee the area. After the attempt he was impaled by the mirror paladin's, powerful sword.

The sorceress’ attempt was unfortunately unsuccessful; she was soon killed, by a powerful lightning spell.

Suddenly all three of them lost control of their bodies. The next thing the party of three saw was a message in neon-green lettering containing a short message.

"Game Over!"

"Man, this game sucks!" A teenager with brown hair, brown eyes, and sickly pale looking skin named Alex Marco exclaimed in anger as he took out a red disk with archetypical RPG heroes on the cover, labelled Tymirth: World of Heroes from his disk drive and slammed it into it's respective case.

He shut down the game, and opened an instant messenger with his two friends, who had just a moment ago been playing as their fantasy alter-egos.

A sound that indicated a message had played on the teenager's computer and text followed it.
The messenger was identified as blaze42 and text followed the username.
"So, don't you guys ever get tired of playing this game? I mean, it's been six hours since we started!"

The teenager typed up a long reply in less then a minute, as he posted his new message then name Marco6appeared on the screen. "Well, if you wanna have fun, ya gotta lose yourself in the game; of course if we’re gonna do that, we’re gonna need a much better game to lose ourselves in!"

A new username appeared on the screen, with the title of Wildcard appeared and a message went beside it. "So, you’re not the only one thinking of returning the game?" He typed.

"I don't see why I even bothered in the first place." The teenager identified as blaze42 typed.
Jennifer Sanders had been friends with these two since before any of them could literally remember. Being fifteen now, she often found herself wondering why she hung out with these two. She did not share most of their hobbies, such as playing videogames or toying with the latest computer software. But she often reminded herself that if these two didn't have her around they probably would only see the light of day when they had to go to school. She was also almost constantly reminded that they all dreaded school on an equal level.

The teenager identified as Marco6 began typing once again. "Of course I'm gonna return this, I don't think I've ever played anything as cliché as this!" It was rather obvious that losing had put him in an angry mood.

"Alex man, I'm telling you, it’s hard to be enthusiastic about playing the game for six straight hours!" Wildcard typed.
It was true, the nickname Wildcard suited him. After all, he had just moments ago sacrificed his archer alter ego's life to save the other two team members. However, despite what the rest of Pacific Valley High thought Terrence Conners wasn't bipolar and certainly didn’t have split personality disorder; nor was Alex friends with him out of desperation.

"I know, but it's more fun then doing that homework that's been pilling up on me! I swear my teacher's must hate me or something. They give me so much when it's only October!"

"Sorry but I've gotta get some sleep, and then I've gotta finish this report. I'm sure Jen agrees with me." Terrence typed.

"Yep" Jen said ending her message in a smiley, and chuckling through her multiple yawns.

"It's gonna be so boring here without you guys!" He exclaimed in his message. He hadn't wanted to spend time writing a report. Reality had its upsides, but according to him, they were few and far between.

"Sorry, but we g2g" They said as they both quickly logged off.

He then heard a call by his mother to get started on this report. He didn't want to though, he was quite disinterested by schoolwork, and reality for that matter. It was all the same to him; same room, same old routine, same old schoolwork piling up and same old adults yelling at him that he needed a good education to get into a good college.

College, what was he gonna do for college? He was fifteen, he had time to decide. Besides, he didn't have the computer skills that Terrence had, and he wasn't even a mediocre student like Jennifer.

He thought for a second that when RPG characters were summoned to save the world when they were bored. Well then when was his chance? It was too bad it wasn't real he thought. He wanted to save the world; he wanted to face danger with courage. He wanted to be a hero!

Where was his chance?