Hey people. This is my first try at a fanfic so I would appreciate some constructive criticism. So, I hope you like the story and please review it and give me some advice. Oh there is some bad language, but it is rated T for a reason.

It had only been a week, but I couldn't wait. Summer was here, and I had to get back on my computer. That must have been my whole life - video games, YouTube, you name it. I had friends and did well in school, but the computer held my soul. Parting from it could be dangerous.

As I got onto the Internet, I noticed that the page was loading quite slowly today.

"Damn it!" I yelled, slapping the side of the computer, "Work, you piece of shit"

I stopped myself from finishing my sentence as a box popped up on the screen. It seemed to be a pop-up from some sort of gaming site. I clicked on the "X" symbol in the top right corner, but instead of closing it, it opened up the site.

"'Smash World', huh?" I asked myself as I read off the title. I read further, "Massively Multi-Player Online Role-Playing Game, starring the members of the Smash Brothers video games series, along with many newcomers. It sounds... interesting."

I had played the Smash Bros series, but never an online RPG based on it. I continued, "Offering a full PvP environment, you can customize your own character, create their very own unique abilities and furnish a fully usable house for them. Sounds like every other game." I sighed before continuing, "I guess I'll try it. The browser froze, anyways."

I moved the mouse over to a "Play Now!" button. I clicked it, and it opened a full screened game window.

"Let's get started, then."

A character model chart popped up, displaying at least a hundred different video game characters. I scrolled down, reading the characters' names on the way.

"Mario, Kirby, Olimar, Mewtwo... looks like they added in the Melee characters. Roy, Pichu, Marth, Lucario, Cactuar... what's a Cactuar? Oh well. Yoshi, Bowser... Ike!"

I immediately clicked when I saw my favorite character. After I clicked, there were a lot of extra options, like hair color, eye color, clothing, etc. I modified my Ike so that his hair was red, like Roy's, and gave him blue clothing with gold trim. I always liked Roy's clothes, but I preferred Ike to Roy. Afterwards, I clicked a button that said "Continue". Suddenly, I heard Mom calling for me from downstairs.

"Micah," she yelled. "dinner's ready! Come down."

"No thanks," I yelled back, "I'm not hungry now. Maybe later?" The great thing about Mom was that she didn't mind not feeding me.

Video games are nourishment enough, anyways. I thought to myself, snickering.

I turned back to the game, and noticed that it asked for a username. For that, I typed in "FireMaster". A pop up said "This username is already in use. Try again."

After many tries, it finally settled on "FireMaster23". And so the game - and the rest of my summer - began.

My character spawned in a brilliant white light. Unlike Super Smash Bros, this game had 3D controls. I tried using the mouse and control buttons to move, but it wasn't doing anything. Two characters came up to mine. They seemed to be talking to each other, so they must have been player characters, you know, PC's. One was a Marth, the other was a Yoshi. They were clad in black. Well, the Yoshi just was black.

"Hey," the Yoshi said, "that must be a newbie. Or he's AFK. Might be easy pickings. Wanna try?"

"Sure," the Marth replied, "let's."

I didn't expect help, but I didn't expect to be beat up on, either. The two were slashing and punching me like I was a fucking Sandbag. After a few more hits, my screen flashed with a red tint. The only way I would survive was if someone came and helped. The chances were against me, but guess what happened? Suddenly, the Yoshi was frozen where he stood, encased in shining ice. The Marth jumped back in surprise.

"What the-"

The nimble swordsman leaped out of the way of a blue ball of energy. Out of nowhere, a Zelda PC appeared. She had a flowing teal dress on, and had black butterfly-like wings on her back. Weirdest of all was her skin. It was strongly tinted with a pale blue.

"Sh-Shadow?" the Marth exclaimed, "I...I'm sorry, don't kill me! We-we were just having a little fun!"

With a wave of "Shadow"'s hand, the frozen Yoshi broke to pieces.

"It's too late," she said, "you picked the wrong side of this war!"

She fired another bolt of ice at the fleeing Marth, who froze on the spot.

She turned to me, finally. Honestly, If I were my character, I would've died of fright.

"Hey," she said, "I suppose you need a little help here, don't you?"

I sighed in relief and gave myself a head-desk, because a face-palm wasn't enough. She had just saved me from those PC's. It was stupid to think that she'd turn on me.

"Well," she explained, "you should try plugging a controller into the USB port. It'll help if you have an adaptor."

I did, and I plugged it in. Using the controller, I found that the controls were quite simple.

"Now," she continued, "put a headset on. That way, the computer will broadcast what you say. It'll help during battles."

I had a headset too, so I plugged it in and began to speak.

"Hello, hello, one, two three."

The Zelda PC smiled and said, "Great. It works. By the way, my name is Shadow. Princess Shadow."

"Er... thanks Shadow. I'm FireMaster23."

"FireMaster, eh? A perfect balance to my ice."

Suddenly, the frozen Marth broke.

"Uh..." I mumbled, pointing at the shattered swordsman, "what is that attack?"

"Oh, this?" she asked, as she froze a nearby tree. "Absolute Zero."

"I see. So, you said something about a war. I thought this was an RPG... battling monsters and the such."

Shadow sighed before explaining, "This is a PvP game - there are only PC's. Originally, we just fought in tournaments and stuff like that, but eventually, this controversy rose about whether or not it was okay to hack the game for instant level-ups and such. Because of that, the server split into a pro-hacking army and an anti-hacking army. Now, players are hunted down by others of the opposing army. Most people are just militia - pawns that their superiors use for for 'the greater purpose'. I, however, am an accomplished soldier. I hunt down enemy militia and I recruit new members. So. What do you say, wanna join me?"

"What side are you on?"

"Well, it's a non-issue, but the anti-hacks. I'm for playing fair."

"All right then. Take me God knows where. A house, perhaps?"

"Exactly."

We began to walk out into a clearing, and in the distance, I could see a very large gate. I ran towards it, but slowed down when Shadow couldn't keep up. About halfway to the gate, Shadow began to speak.

"You know," she said, "it would definitely be good to group up with some other fighters. The hackers can ambush you at any time."

"I understand," I replied, "but who the hell would join a level one player? I'd probably get in the way."

"That's what senior players are for. You'll get some of their experience too. It's a win-win for you. In fact, I'll even help you. I'll introduce you to someone else later."

"All right."

The gate now loomed over us. Its size was very menacing, but it radiated a warm, safe feeling. Shadow touched it, and it quickly swung open, its stone hinges creaking.

"Now then, rookie. An empty house should be waiting for you to the left there. You'll be able to tell. I have to go and restock on recovery items and such. We'll meet up here later."

The girl went off in the opposite direction. I walked off to the place she pointed out. Surprisingly, my house was obvious to spot. On the mailbox was the name "FireMaster23". When I walked in, a box popped up on the screen. I dropped the controller and switched to the mouse and clicked on the "Open" button. It seemed to be a shop. I was given 300,000 Gold and the option to buy what I wanted. After a few minutes, my house was fully furnished with a fridge, sofa, a TV, bed and a table with chairs. Afterwards, I only had half the money I started with, but it was no waste.

If I opened the fridge, I would be given a large amount of food. If I ate food, I would be healed. If a sat at the table, foods' effects doubled. Sofas were good for watching TV, which displayed actual channels. Sleeping in bed all day would fully heal my character, but it was still early in-game. Since I was done here, I headed back to the gate.

There was Shadow and a Pikachu in a leather coat and sunglasses on his head.

"Hey, noob!" the Pikachu squeaked in a bratty tone. "You're late!"

"Shove* off, jack ass." was my reply.

It looked like "Brattachu" was going to yell back a response, but Shadow interjected, "Uh...children? Save it for the enemies. This little rat here-" she gave a slight kick to the Pokemon PC, "-is DragonMaster4427. Dragon, meet FireMaster23. FireMaster, meet Dragon."

We mumbled greetings and turned our attention back on Shadow. She continued on, explaining what they were going to do.

"All right," she said, "we're just going to train today. Mainly because of our newb friend, we will go to the plains to the east; those are where enemy militiamen train. If we're lucky, we'll have five minutes before they raise an alert, so defeat as many as possible."

A minute or so after they had left for the plains, I started to wonder aloud.

"What happens when you die in-game?"

Shadow quickly answered, "Normally, you're turned into a trophy, like in Brawl, and have to wait until someone reactivates you. However, some special attacks, like Absolute Zero, completely destroy an enemy. Then, the enemy travels back to their house."

"Oh."

As we got closer to the plains, the feeling that something bad was going to happen got more intense. There didn't seem to be anyone in the training grounds. No enemy. Suddenly, Shadow readied herself for battle.

Dragon moaned, "Aw... now?"

Confused, I pulled out my sword and asked, "What's wrong, you two? Everything looks perfectly normal-"

A small ball of fire caught me off guard, burning my shoulder. As my PC clenched the burn, Dragon fired a bolt of lightening at the source - two new PC's, a Mario and a Fox. They were dressed in the original character suits, so they didn't strike me as the most ambitious players.

The Fox reflected the attack, but it fizzed out just halfway to its new target. Shadow fired an Absolute Zero at the enemy. The Fox put up a reflector, but to no avail. It sailed straight over his head and nailed the unsuspecting Mario. The Mario skidded back a few feet, heels dug into the ground. However, he wasn't frozen. Shadow gasped at her inability to freeze, but caught herself as she reflected an incoming fireball. Unlike the Farore's Wind of Smash fame, this reflector was full of snowflakes, and whirled in a circular shape. When the fiery projectile connected, it froze and flew back as an ice-ball. It hit the Fox in the face, sending him sprawling backwards.

"Damn," Shadow muttered, her PC relaxing a little, "these guys aren't even trying, but we're constantly having to block. It's sad."

I lunged for the Fox. He jumped off the ground, but I landed a solid slash to his leg, knocking him back onto the grass. I plunged my sword into him, and without any sign of injury, he began to have a spasm on the ground. His limbs were flailing, his face was wincing, but he showed no bodily harm. Typical of a Smash Bros game.

Refusing to remove my sword, I just watched. Smiling, I said, "You know, I could do this shit all day." Finally, I took out my sword and - like a golf club - launched the Fox PC towards his partner. They pulled off a cartoon-like stumble and rolled onto the ground together.

"Hey," the Mario PC said, "we give up, we give up. We just wanted to see if you were any good."

"Oh?" Shadow asked, charging an Absolute Zero, "Why? Who the heck* do you think you are?"

"Well, I'm Super64. My friend here is 1337f0x."

Shadow's mouth was gaping wide. I, on the other hand, was confused as hell.

"Who are you two? What's so special about you? What's keeping us from finishing you off?"

"What's keeping us from fighting them?" Shadow asked, rhetorically, "Maybe the fact that they could wipe us out easily?"

That strong? But... we were kicking their asses just a bit ago...

"They're high up in the ranks of our army; a moderator and a hacker working with us."

After a few minutes of explanations, we left and went our separate ways - I went back to my character's house. I had him lie down after this hard, long day. Hopefully, I would have as eventful a day tomorrow as I did yesterday. The screen dimmed, and finally succumbed to the darkness.

So that is the first chapter of the story. I hope you liked it. Oh yea, I nearly forgot the disclaimer. I do not own any video game characters mentioned, like Mario, Kirby, and Ike, nor do I own Super64 or 1337F0x. There, I put it in, I'm done.