Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 1: Training Facility ONX)
07-14-2010, 08:05 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Karen surveyed her new surroundings. A total mess. And what's worse, it was modern. The thought if being in a modern locale caused her stomach to sink into itself. It almost disgusted her. This was a fantasy game, nothing like this could really exist. Was she dreaming this then? She paused to muse this over. What had she been doing? Sure, she was probably leaving off the sleep for far too long again. She remembered all those people telling her of the bags under her eyes these past few months. It was a possibility. But improbable. Her dreams never usually contained this much thinking. She was sure she had been clearing out that nearly impossible tower dungeon for the fifth time. That meant she must still be wearing the game set. And falling asleep would have left her in the game, albeit there would have been a blank pause between being awake and asleep. So then, maybe this wasn't her game.
She could only peruse the idea of this not being her game. she had browsed others over the years, yet none had given her the feeling of being at home in the world. Especially the single player ones.
She looked around in more detail. Everything looked used. Computers with rings of some sort of drink stuck to the desks they sat on. Notes of paper haphazardly stuck to things. The shattered chamber covered in green liquid. She noticed that last piece of information was an odd one out, and checked further. She knelt down, smoothing out her hem as she did so, she always made sure to do so since she had changed the design, anybody could have been watching her after all. Glass shards were strewn around. The chamber had been broken with quite a bit of force. If there had ever been a filled chamber that is. Perhaps it was just to set the first scene of the game.
She stood back up and stared at the door. The point of this game seemed to kill other players, something she wasn't all to unfamiliar with. Player Killing had been possible in Legends of Fate, but frowned upon. Dying by the hands of another player lost you experience, like a normal death. They could also try to take your items and money. That was why whenever a player actively killed another player, they were designated as a player killer and changed. They would become red-eyed, and if another player killed them, they would not be penalised. This stacked of course with other kills, increasing the amount of time they would be in this state.
She had never killed a player to try to take things from them, but she had been attacked by both wanted and unwanted players. Some of them had been strong. Players were not like mobs or smarter monsters. They acted out of impulse; you couldn't formulate a strategy that worked on all of them. She imaged the same of the others. Would they attack on sight?
Then she remembered something. Some of the other players, if that's what they were, were WEIRD. One was a plant, for crying out loud. A few things that could be possible were that this game had changed the way character creation was made, the person had manipulated their game card, it was an A.I playing or, god forbid, there was some sort of bush playing the game. There was also a robot, a bird woman, a space adventurer, some sort of bug girl? (She looks familiar for some reason, must be the face, but where have I seen that face before?), A man that could live inside a book? Apart from herself and the really young girl, everyone was weird. Yeah, definitely different form of player creation r A.I's. The other ideas were either Illegal (and obviously so! They'd never fool the game looking like that), or insane.
The only thing she could decide was this definitely was not reality. Nothing like transporting people through realities through space could be real. And taking her character out of the game and keeping her in control? Complete nonsense. She guessed the game company was forcing its employees to role-play again. The last time that happened they were terrible. They would forget their own names, It was really funny to watch though. Coal had said it wasn't their fault, they joined to make a game, not play it.
Coal... She wondered what he was up to right now. Was he still playing Legend of Fate at this moment? She wondered about getting a message to him, when she realised the command prompt was non-existent. Then she remembered she wasn't in the same game as him, not the full one anyway. Beta, sequel, expansion, different game. She'd remember which one of these it was eventually. She passed through the only door, scowling at it's modern way of opening automatically and vertically. The corridor onwards was silent, and just as grey as everything else. She rummaged around her pockets and found a piece of bread, saw it was still in good condition, and started biting pieces off and eating them as she walked past the bland walls. The walls reminded her of how bland the old fashioned bread was, something not to spend time thinking about, to be taken in and swallowed almost instantly. The soon came to yet another hateful sliding door, and stepped through.
What happened next took less than a second to realise. There was a small point jabbing into her neck. Oddly, it didn't feel like a blade. (Something she'd felt before in the same place) She looked at the person who was attempting to assault her in the eye.
"Ah," She breathed, "you're that special one, like me. Or so it was suggested."
Karen surveyed her new surroundings. A total mess. And what's worse, it was modern. The thought if being in a modern locale caused her stomach to sink into itself. It almost disgusted her. This was a fantasy game, nothing like this could really exist. Was she dreaming this then? She paused to muse this over. What had she been doing? Sure, she was probably leaving off the sleep for far too long again. She remembered all those people telling her of the bags under her eyes these past few months. It was a possibility. But improbable. Her dreams never usually contained this much thinking. She was sure she had been clearing out that nearly impossible tower dungeon for the fifth time. That meant she must still be wearing the game set. And falling asleep would have left her in the game, albeit there would have been a blank pause between being awake and asleep. So then, maybe this wasn't her game.
She could only peruse the idea of this not being her game. she had browsed others over the years, yet none had given her the feeling of being at home in the world. Especially the single player ones.
She looked around in more detail. Everything looked used. Computers with rings of some sort of drink stuck to the desks they sat on. Notes of paper haphazardly stuck to things. The shattered chamber covered in green liquid. She noticed that last piece of information was an odd one out, and checked further. She knelt down, smoothing out her hem as she did so, she always made sure to do so since she had changed the design, anybody could have been watching her after all. Glass shards were strewn around. The chamber had been broken with quite a bit of force. If there had ever been a filled chamber that is. Perhaps it was just to set the first scene of the game.
She stood back up and stared at the door. The point of this game seemed to kill other players, something she wasn't all to unfamiliar with. Player Killing had been possible in Legends of Fate, but frowned upon. Dying by the hands of another player lost you experience, like a normal death. They could also try to take your items and money. That was why whenever a player actively killed another player, they were designated as a player killer and changed. They would become red-eyed, and if another player killed them, they would not be penalised. This stacked of course with other kills, increasing the amount of time they would be in this state.
She had never killed a player to try to take things from them, but she had been attacked by both wanted and unwanted players. Some of them had been strong. Players were not like mobs or smarter monsters. They acted out of impulse; you couldn't formulate a strategy that worked on all of them. She imaged the same of the others. Would they attack on sight?
Then she remembered something. Some of the other players, if that's what they were, were WEIRD. One was a plant, for crying out loud. A few things that could be possible were that this game had changed the way character creation was made, the person had manipulated their game card, it was an A.I playing or, god forbid, there was some sort of bush playing the game. There was also a robot, a bird woman, a space adventurer, some sort of bug girl? (She looks familiar for some reason, must be the face, but where have I seen that face before?), A man that could live inside a book? Apart from herself and the really young girl, everyone was weird. Yeah, definitely different form of player creation r A.I's. The other ideas were either Illegal (and obviously so! They'd never fool the game looking like that), or insane.
The only thing she could decide was this definitely was not reality. Nothing like transporting people through realities through space could be real. And taking her character out of the game and keeping her in control? Complete nonsense. She guessed the game company was forcing its employees to role-play again. The last time that happened they were terrible. They would forget their own names, It was really funny to watch though. Coal had said it wasn't their fault, they joined to make a game, not play it.
Coal... She wondered what he was up to right now. Was he still playing Legend of Fate at this moment? She wondered about getting a message to him, when she realised the command prompt was non-existent. Then she remembered she wasn't in the same game as him, not the full one anyway. Beta, sequel, expansion, different game. She'd remember which one of these it was eventually. She passed through the only door, scowling at it's modern way of opening automatically and vertically. The corridor onwards was silent, and just as grey as everything else. She rummaged around her pockets and found a piece of bread, saw it was still in good condition, and started biting pieces off and eating them as she walked past the bland walls. The walls reminded her of how bland the old fashioned bread was, something not to spend time thinking about, to be taken in and swallowed almost instantly. The soon came to yet another hateful sliding door, and stepped through.
What happened next took less than a second to realise. There was a small point jabbing into her neck. Oddly, it didn't feel like a blade. (Something she'd felt before in the same place) She looked at the person who was attempting to assault her in the eye.
"Ah," She breathed, "you're that special one, like me. Or so it was suggested."