Disclaimer: I do not own Maplestory, Nexon/Wizet/Whoever owns it at the moment does. I also do not own the Hunger Games by Suzanna Collins.
This is like the Hunger Games (read it for the lulz) but Maplestory style. With a twist. (That I'm not going to tell you.)
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Name: Sylph Arderson
Class: Hunte
Level: 87
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Weapon: Dark Arund
Skill: Excellent hearing and eyesight.
Personality: Sylph is a cynical Rangeress who dislikes anything faintly male. Tenacious and intelligent, she is not one that you'd like to hug at first. She speaks sarcasm as a second language. She thinks that she has no chance of making it out of the Acer Games alive, because on top of everything else, she preaches pessimism.
Description: Sylph isn't drop-dead gorgeous, but nor is she hideous either. She borders on fairly attractive. She has short scruffy brown hair that sticks out in spikes and a fringe. Her skin is cream-coloured typical of the Henesysians, and her eyes are a dark green. She is quite small, around 5"3 with a lithe body. She wears a Dark Patriot, having dubbed the bucket-like Dark Falcon as being 'ugly as sin'. She wears the Dark Pria bowwoman overall, despite calling it 'a friggin' baby jumpsuit'. As for gloves, she chose Dark Eyes, and Dark Wing Boots is her choice of footwear.
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Reaction to being chosen for the Acer Games: 'I'm gonna die sooner or later. Might as well do it with style.'
Just an example. Not sure if I'm going to let a witty ranger dominate the games. .;
Of course, I show no favoritism towards any class, having played most of the classes and enjoying them all. And I will edit your level if it's too high (150+) or too low (level 10, lulz) The age ranges from 12-25. Because I don't like to write about killing little kids or old people. ;p
War raged.
People died.
Destruction and blood hung heavily in the once pure air of Ellinia. Blood clung to the leaves of the Great Tree. The fairies had long fled to their safe haven- Orbis, and their houses were derelict, with the beautifully carved wooden doors long studded with throwing stars.
It had remained so for fourteen years.
So unnecessary.
The hackers were tired of the war- it was not beneficial to them, nor did it serve their needs. In their eyes, it only demonstrated how stupid the humans were. If their only intelligent option was to go to war, then it said a lot about their intelligence.
The hackers appreciated beauty. But how beautiful could a town splashed with red and littered with corpses be? The answer was not at all. To put it simply, they decided to end the war. It was amusing for a couple of days, but then it just was tiresome.
And all because the four elders had wanted to see which class was the best.
So tiresome.
'A competition?' Athena Pierce echoed.
'Yes,' the Hack Lord replied, already tired of the conversation. 'This feud was started with the desire to know which class was superior. A competition would suffice instead of war, would it not?'
The four leaders considered the thought carefully, occasionally eyeing each other with suspicion. They had no idea of the implications of dealing with hackers, because it had never been tried before. It was just not the done thing.
'Suppose we don't agree to this grand scheme,' Dances with the Balrog bluntly said. 'Suppose we continue this war.'
Grendel the Wise mentally cursed his luck for his co-leader being a complete idiot. Who knew what those hackers had running through their minds? They were psychopaths, for Scania's sake.
The Hack Lord rested his gaze on the bulky warrior chieftain.
'Why would you, of the four want to? My people calculated you have less than 17% chance of winning this war. Half of your army is ready to dissent. You are low on food and resources.' The Hack Lord smirked, then continued in his dangerously silky voice.
'Why would you want to continue this war, Master of Warriors?' The title was mocking through the Hack Lord's bloodless lips.
Dances with the Balrog fumed.
'Warriors never quit, so-called Hack Lord. Unlike your cheating, disgusting, forbidden class, the warriors are legitimate, honourable and worthy.'
Oh, the stupid, stupid man. Angered, the Hack Lord stood up.
'If you refuse to comply and end this war, Scania help you.' The Hack Lord hissed. 'We will kill all four of you, halve the population in Victoria and see if anyone still wants to fight.'
Stunned silence ensued.
The Hack Lord hid a smile.
Violence always worked where reasoning didn't.
And he didn't appreciate a loud-mouthed human warrior insulting his people.
On the five thousandth, one hundredth and ninety-seventh day of the Great War, there was silence.
People of all the towns poked their heads out of their mangled doors curiously. No clashing of stars against spears? Nothing being burnt down by fire or frozen by ice? No meso bombs being detonated?
Nothing but the eerie silence.
A moment in history to be celebrated, if you will.
The Great War had ended.
The happiness had followed swiftly, elixir corks firing happily into the air. Smiles graced the dirt-ravaged faces of the civilian folk, and the remnants of the armies slunk back to their home towns.
But the four leaders had played with the Hackers. There was a deal. A deal that no one fully appreciated except the hackers themselves. They weren't going to end the war if they didn't receive some… payment in return. Not in mesos- they had too much of that already. Weapons or armour- what was the use?
Entertainment however… was priceless in the Hacker's eyes.
However, what they thought of 'entertainment' differed greatly from the average person's.
And that was what the rest of the Maple World was about to find out.
'Gather round, gather round.' The tremor in Athena Pierce's voice was evident.
The archers, old and young alike, were worried. They knew the war didn't end just because the four had agreed to end it. There was something else- but what? And whatever that was enough to upset their usually stoic Master… was best left to imagination.
Athena's light green eyes dulled as she turned on the gargantuan Maple Television residing beside the portal to Henesys Hunting Ground I.
They were immediately met with an inhumanly beautiful face of who everyone recognized as the famous hacker, Arenare. He was rumoured to be banned after sabotaging numerous Zakum and Horntail teams. All of the weapons and armour dropped had been vacced to him.
Turned out he was never touched by the Godmasters.
'To the inhabitants of Henesys- good morning. We hope that you will keep your promises. We do not permit failures.'
He offered the archers a smile.
'Every half-year, there will be a competition- The Acer Games. Let us outline it for you. Each town in Victoria Island will send 4 of it's inhabitants. Two boys, two girls.'
'Lith Harbor will send its' Permanent Beginners.'
The scene switched to the achingly familiar Lith Harbor before it was in its' current state- ruins. It panned to the right and showed hackers in beginner outfits, carrying the signature Frozen Tuna of the Perma Beginners.
'Henesys will send Archers.'
Henesys, the familiar countryside scene before its blackened state. There were hackers shooting Zakum with godly bows, doing insane damage. There were several cries of outrage from the archers before Arenare silenced them with the mention of the next town.
'Ellinia will send Magicians.'
Ellinia in its' glory, blossoming trees and the great oak still intact. Fairies of every rank fluttered to and fro, mischievously pulling at the hair of laughing human magicians. The archers murmured in sadness, even though the magicians were mostly the people that had made their lives miserable through intense kill-stealing.
United through destruction.
How touching.
'Kerning will send their Thieves.'
'Perion will send their Warriors.'
There was a silence as they watched the clip of the barren land of Perion. Very few people actually liked the pompous warriors.
'They will not be chosen by level or skill, but by luck.' Arenare continued. 'Five of our people, myself included, will be sent to the respective towns with all of the names of your people in two boxes- male and female. The leader of your class will draw out two from each of the boxes. They will then be taken away to a disclosed location.'
An illusion of Athena Pierce picking two pieces of paper out of two boxes appeared, and there was a murmur of outrage at the Hackers' cheek.
'At the location, they will meet their appointed mentors.' Five hackers appeared briefly. 'These mentors will train them, think up strategies, and make them presentable. The lives of the tributes are in the hands of their mentors.'
An excerpt of hackers training under the five appeared. They discussed strategies, ate together, trained together. There was no doubt in the archers' mind that it would be radically different.
'You can sponsor the people that you appreciate. Weapons and armour will not be allowed. Food and potions however, will be allowed, at a price. The price will be 1.5 million mesos on the first day, 3 million mesos on the second, 6 million mesos on the third. By each day, the price will double itself.'
Arenare paused and grinned brightly at the archers.
'There will also be sponsors amongst our people.'
'After two weeks of training and rest, the twenty tributes will be released into a disclosed location, without armour or weapons . Within 10 metres, they will find backpacks of food, water, potions and other items. They will also find armour and weapons.'
A grassy plain with twenty metal plates appeared, with equipment and backpacks strewn around. There was a strangely shaped dome in the background. Athena quickly took a mental picture of the place- it could be useful.
The television switched back to Arenare's sinister smiling face.
'Then, there will be a fight to the death.' He recited it in a sing-song voice, happiness noticeable in its raw form.
The master of archers finally lost her composure and sank into the arms of several bewildered archers. A stony-faced bowmaster with a Dragon Shiner bow ordered the archers to get stretchers.
'The tributes will find food, water, potions and other weapons or stars strewn everywhere in the arena.'
There was a 10 second clip of ilbis in tree holes, power elixirs stuck on leaves and a bow hidden behind a cloth covering the bark of a tree.
'The battle will be projected on all MapleTV screens of every town. Everyone is required to watch.'
Arenare winked at the archers as if to say 'Oh gosh, isn't this so exciting?'
The bastard.
'If you're the one who wins…' he broke off, shaking his head. 'Nah, I doubt it. Archers are so weak that no one wants to be them.' He grinned brightly at us. 'Do you know that you guys are ranked way down with the perma beginners?'
Anger, fear, revulsion.
'Anyway, if you win, we'll help you restore your town. Choose a place, we'll rebuild it. We'll help with agriculture, mesos etc. And we'll help you forge extra-powerful weapons as well.'
A clip of the old Henesys flashed again, and the longing was obvious in all of the archers' eyes.
'We will start in 10 days. May the odds be in your favour!' Arenare finished, and waved a 'goodbye' at the archers.
The screen turned black.
The archers looked at each other with wide, fearful eyes.
This was the punishment- their execution.
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