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Hey guys, VampireRide here.
Oh, we're actually writing something? Well, in that case, hi from Whosaidblondescan'tread. This is our joint account, in case you haven't realized that yet.
Most likely on here you will only hear us calling each other Porkchop and Random. Know that I'm Porkchop.
And I'm Random.
Anyways, we hope you enjoy our first ever story on this joint account, so without further ado (Or however you spell it) let the first chapter of Sucked In begin.
Max
I stared at the CD case in my hands in awe, feeling my heart beat a mile a minute. Finally, after two years of washing dishes, walking dogs, and counting down the minutes, I had it. After saving up two hundred dollars and waiting as second in line behind some emo kid for forty-eight hours I had it.
I officially owned Death D-fyer 4. The game everybody had been talking about since one day after Death D-fyer 3 came out. I could now play the game for days on end, instead of just mindlessly walking through a glitchy beta map for two hours. The realization hit me like a freight train as I hugged the rectangular case close to me. In just minutes I would be hoverboarding through sewers and fending off demon rats; I would start building a team that I would eventually eliminate and I would once again put myself in one of the top ten slots for highest score.
A very girly squeal left my throat as I sprinted upstairs without even giving my parents an explanation as to why I had turned into a four year old in a candy shop. Although they probably didn't need one anymore. Not after the first seven times this happened.
Faintly, I could hear the telltale footsteps of my younger brother, Ari, following me up to the large game room right at the top of the thirty carpeted steps. "You're not playing, Ari!" I snapped at the fourteen year old as he pushed past me and desperately dived into the leather recliner in the game room.
I refused to let my stupid little brother ruin this day for me. He would not take away the joy of getting to play my first real round of Death D-fyer 4. "Get. Out." I growled at the scrawny kid sitting in my seat. He looked up at me innocently with my own chocolate brown eyes and I shook my head. "Fine. I'll sit on you then," I snarled, before cautiously clicking open the case and oh-so carefully pulling out the brand-new CD that held heaven's software on it.
"I'm playing," Ari insisted as I gently set the disc in its holder before pressing a button on my xBox. Slowly, the disc began to disappear, sliding into the plastic box. I glanced up at the TV screen, watching as the game began to load up before my eyes.
Quickly, I grabbed my black wireless remote and turned to Ari, wiping a hint of drool out of the corner of my mouth. "You are not ruining this day for me, Ari. So you have two choices. Go to your room or I break your fingers." I snapped threateningly, walking over to the recliner he was sinking into.
My little brother's eyes widened in fear, and he scrambled off the recliner and out of the game room, straight to his white door covered in posters of classic rock bands. I rolled my eyes as my brother slammed his door shut and locked it with a click before collapsing into the cushiony leather. Sighing in content, I began to switch through the settings and customizing my avatar.
As I picked a suit, I quickly punched in some mods to make it green before moving onto my weapon of choice. I clicked on the machine gun and punched in a couple more mods for unlimited ammo and two extra handguns. Finally I got to method of transportation and flipped through the possibility. Motorcycle, Race car, skateboard, scooter, hoverboard-. I stopped clicking after that and selected the hoverboard which had been my method of transportation since Death D-fyer 1. It hadn't failed me yet and I didn't expect it to fail me now.
Finally, after five minutes of customizing, and three minutes of my brother bugging me, I was able to enter the game.
My hands shook with excitement as I pulled my white headset on, adjusting the volume and the mike so that it was an inch or two away from my mouth.
Map Loading…
blinked across the screen twelve times before the sewers began to pixelate around me.
"Game on," I grinned and began my first real game of Death D-fyer 4.
I had been in the game for about two hours; coming across random people and enemies that I took out with a click of a button. Most people cussed me out after I killed them, but all I would do was laugh. After all, I was the best. I couldn't help it that I was playing a bunch of amateurs.
For awhile, I walked around in peace and quiet, mindlessly aiming my gun at so much as a twitch in the game. However nobody was around the area I was in. Or so I thought. As I came into a room, checking for anything lootable, I noticed an avatar slipping out a door to my left. I smirked and followed after, listening to him mumble to himself in his mike. "Okay, okay, Sam, you got this. You've only been killed twice, you still have one life left. Just don't let anybody sneak up on you," he advised himself, and I rolled my eyes. One shot and this kid would be a goner.
"You're horrible at this game, aren't you?" I asked casually and chuckled as a very high-pitched scream rang in my ears.
"Holy Hellokittydotcom!" Sam shouted, and I could just picture him falling off whatever type of couch, chair, or bed he was sitting on.
"Where the heck are you?" He asked, panic streaming into his voice. His avatar spun around, and I heard him gasp. "Oh my gosh, don't kill me!" He yelled, and I cringed, momentarily taking my headset off to get rid of the pain in my ears before slipping it back on.
"Relax, Sammy boy, I come in peace… for now," I decided, figuring I might as well start assembling my team.
"How- how do you know my name?" Sam asked, aiming his gun at me. I almost snorted as he accidentally fired it. I didn't even have to move and yet the bullet still zipped past me quite a few feet away from even grazing my avatar.
"You mumble a lot," I shrugged even though he couldn't see me.
"I've really got to stop doing that," he said under his breath.
"Yeah you do. Even if I hadn't seen you wander off like a nonchalant grandpa, your muttering would have given you away," I said matter-of-factly.
"Nonchalant grandpa?" He asked skeptically.
"You're right, you moved slower than a nonchalant grandpa, my mistake," I scoffed.
"Well- maybe I was trying to be a nonchalant grandpa! That way people will think I'm weak, and they won't take me seriously. Ever think of that, huh?"
"Well you do seem like the type of person that would come up with an idiotic strategy like that," I agreed.
"Tha-" the words died on his lips as he registered what I said. He sounded like Leonardo Dicaprio after failing to win an Oscar once again. I could just picture the defeated look on his face.
"Well grandpa, wanna team up? I mean, obviously you'd have to use me as a shield since you couldn't hit a target a foot away, but you have to have some sort of skill," I persisted.
"Hey, who are you anyways?" Sam snapped, sounding offended by my words.
"Max," I answered. "You probably know me as Maximum Ride though. The best of the best. Highest high scores on every video game known to man. So amazingly good that everyone would kill to be me." Sam went silent for a moment, and I couldn't even hear him breathing.
"Sammy boy? You still alive?" I asked.
A sharp intake of breath from Sam's end. "Uh- yeah. Yeah, I think an alliance could work." I smirk and begin to walk away, hearing his avatar's footsteps rush to follow.
"Oh my gosh, I'm literally in a team with The Maximum Ride, I need to take a screenshot, I need to save my audio, oh my gosh this so not happening. Oh my gosh how can this be real? I must be in a dream. I'm teamed up with The Maximum Ride-"
"Sam, you're muttering again," I tsked and he instantly shut his trap, but I could still feel the excitement of it all radiating off of him even if we were possibly millions of miles away from each other. Although I can't say I blamed him. If I was in my presence I'd fangirl too.
For awhile we walked in a calculated silence, me taking out an enemy every now and then while Sam kinda just stood there and shot the wall a few times thinking he was hitting the enemy. I attempted to refrain from making too many snide remarks, but gave up after I barked out a few after he almost hit me. Twice. In a row. If he were a better shot, I would have assumed he were doing it on purpose.
However, Sam was about as bad as it got. "Hey, Jerkweed, if you shoot me I'll end that last life of yours," I growled after ducking and rolling; just barely missing an obviously sloppy headshot that wasn't meant for me but rather the enemy in front of me.
"S- sorry. I just got this new controller and I'm still breaking it in and-"
"Whatever. Just stop shooting at anything near me- actually no, stop shooting at all, and we'll be okay." I growled out through clenched teeth.
Sam stuttered out another reply that I ignored. I shot down the rest of the enemy surrounding us, making sure that Sam didn't fire a single bullet. With that kid's luck, he'd kill himself before I got the chance to.
We continued on our merry way for another thirty minutes before the stupid risk-factor decided he wanted to attempt to carry out a conversation with me.
"So, you're a girl right, that's not just the mike?"
"Oh no. Of course not. I'm not a female at all. I'm in the 'other' category with snakes and fish." I spoke sarcastically, my words dripping out like venom.
"Sheesh, it was just a question," Sam muttered. "It's not everyday you meet one of the best gamers in the world and find out they're a girl."
"One of the best? Honey, I am the best." I corrected.
"But-" Sam started to say but was cut off by the sound of a girl's voice coming into range.
"Nudge, would you stop complaining? You said you wanted to bond," a voice insisted.
"Yeah, well I meant like, by shopping. Not by playing boy games," another voice, which I presumed was Nudge, replied. "Come on, Angel, let's stop playing this stupid video game and go to Hot Topic!"
"No. Not until I lose all my lives." Angel persisted. Nudge huffed and I could just picture one of those preppy girls with freshly manicured nails and short skirts sitting next to a tomboy with baggy cargo pants and a tee shirt.
"You are so lucky I don't know how to shoot my gun or I'd kill you off so we could go buy me a new pair of heels." Nudge muttered in an irritated voice.
After a few more seconds of walking through the sewers, Sam and I entered a large room where two avatars stood, one with purple gear on, and another with pink.
One of the girls raised her gun- I assumed this was Angel- and Nudge started shrieking over the headset. "Angel! People! Do we shoot them?"
"You shoot, and I will too," I warned, "And I guarantee I won't miss."
"And what makes you so sure?" Angel bit out and I chuckled.
"You don't wanna know," I growled out sweetly. For awhile we all stood there in silence, Angel and I both with our guns aimed at eachother while Nudge and Sam's avatar just looked in the general direction of one another. Finally, Angel lowered her gun.
"So, you want to team I'm guessing?" Angel asked and I nodded, forgetting she couldn't see me.
"Yeah, the more the merrier," I decided. "Even if more means a couple of newbs."
"Hey, I'm not a newb!" Angel snapped defensively and I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever you say, anyways, we better keep moving," I brushed her off. Angel opened her mouth and began to say something, but a slight creaking noise brought us all to a silence. We all looked around, trying to figure out where the noise had come from, when we were attacked.
It was an ambush by a person, not an enemy, and whoever he or she was, they were good. I watched as they shot bullet after bullet, causing Angel and Nudge both to lose a life. Sam probably would have lost his last one as well if I hadn't snapped into action and pressed down the button that triggered my machine gun. The person instantly backed off, hiding behind the door they had entered from.
"What the hell, Man?" I sneered into my headset.
"I told you to let me play!" A very familiar voice snapped and I instinctively looked around my game room.
"Ari, you little brat, how are you even playing?" I growled out, infuriated at my brother for going all godzilla on my team.
"Well, while you've been playing for the past four hours the game I pre-ordered came." I glared at the screen in front of me, quietly loathing my brother for ever existing.
"Whatever, can you please go play on some other part of the map? I'd rather not have you part of this team."
"What about the more the merrier?" Ari taunted mockingly.
"You did say that," Sam said and I wished he could see the scowl on my face.
"Oh my God, whatever, just don't kill any of us," I growled and Ari agreed. So now my team of one had grown to a team of five in just a few short hours; for better or for worse I couldn't tell.
Well, hoped you like the prologue guys. We worked hard on it!
Well, Porkchop did… I didn't do very much.
Yes you did.
Is that why you were accusing me of being on Tumblr?
Okay well, you still worked hard when you were actually on the doc. Anyways, let's move onto the question of the chapter before we get into another argument about it:
QOTC:
What scent of hand cream do you use?
...Mango…
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