I know this out from the content story but I like to give one character a try. Zangief from Street fighter 2. Please tell me if it good or not.
Chapter 1-I am Zangief from USSR (Revised)
I am Zangief and I am bad guy but not really a bad guy. Or I am not a bad guy but a really bad guy. I am confused with my own word. The important is I am Zangief from Street Fighter 2 and everyone like to read about the Ralph and sweet Vanellope fan fiction. The genre titles of romance, adventure or even horror about them, together. I like to see about the horror movie of them doing. They are pretty interesting weird.
Most the reader love 'em, the other cast but not Zangief. Why not Zangief? I am the macho and best wrestler in the business. I mean the game console
I and Ralph were the same thing role. I mean bad characters role. At the first time in meeting, I saw him attended and shared his complain with us about nobody care about him and mistreat like an outcast.
Time and time, he would be tossed down from the building by his angry mob of his own resident and his face landed flat in puddle of mud. The victor was always Felix the handy man. What is the big deal? A question to myself, I slumped my back against the chair and listened his whine story.
Ralph, try to listen my story. I would bet my story were way far worse than yours. I had the console hated me. I mean everyone, working the same console hated me. The first day I was created and my first day to get my profile introduction with other character or they called an orientation day.
I felt it inside on me, into my bones that their eyes were staring me as if I am bad person in the group. Except M. Bison, he was a super villain bad-ass at the end of the game. The gamer, themselves declared him as the super hard person to beat.
Well, I also branded as the bad guys character without a reason. The gamers at the arcade pointed at me out in such a way. I guessed it was fine, really lazy to explain to the rest of them that I am not. I just got a nasty looking face and my beloved body had full with scars and bruises. Even my grin smile could make someone which not familiar of me, running far away as they could.
That wouldn't bother me except the one that I am going to say. The gamers didn't use me as often as the rest of character in the game roaster. The favorite character such Ryu, Ken, Chun- Li or a cool slick army guy-Guile were hardly to miss by the gamer. They were the hot spot.
Even the ugly green fur ball got a better chance to be chosen, instead of me. Nobody, the expert gamer wanted me. To them, I was a dummy or a punch bag.
Why I am so different. Maybe I am muscular well built or because the gamer like to see me bruise and bump like I am having a car crash, when I being defeat it
To release my tension and stress, I always attend the meeting- the Bad Anon on every Friday as if I am going to a Sunday church, watching them with a lot of sigh and whine about their days in arcade life being stabbed, pushed or blown up into pieces
Like the egg man got his moustache burned in every time for every day in his life because a cool blue hedgehog destroys his machine and fire blazed all over his face. Why egg man can make good durable machine? Or put some heavy machine gun on the sides of odd-ball flying machines to blow up like my country will do their tanks and planes.
Then, there was a zombie who can make two words out from him. "Bad" or "Good". I have rather had him sleep under ground forever rather I am listened him with short broken words.
Some characters had the probably of worse experience in their life in arcade world to compare with mine. I respected for that and used their life as my support pillar of life. I was not so bad at all. As a reminder to myself to feel better at the end of the section.
That is why; I am always there for the meeting, to enjoy the moment of time and to know that I am not the worse. I didn't had the need to become a hero like Ralph
Ralph was desperate to be one and I called him crazy until that day had come for me.
I wanted to be come a hero.
Something has changed my life and more specific. A girl gamer had changed my life.
It all happened to me, when I was goofing around without my thing to do. It was Monday and the business as we knew was pretty slow. The school open and children going to the school which mean, more free time for us.
At that time, I was watching some video at my place, as my usual activity. It was a recorded video of me that showed a good old time. Of course, I was test run by someone and managed to reach the final four stage of the game. It was the glory of me. It was fun to watch to be the crap out of everybody in the game except Chun-Li, I liked her so much until I asked the system to skip her out before the pummel thru stages which I was on brutal butcher mode.
I played the video repeatedly, didn't get bored but each time, the video started and the sad feeling would stirred inside of me that remind I am out of place. I am no longer in the popular circle.
I watched myself in the video like a mirror. The person there had the confident, the cocky smiles and posing my great strength body, that person on that television had more radiate of a proud wrestler than me.
I would shed some tears and looked my place around. It was a mess, empty bottles lying on the floor and some stood in places like a piece of decor. My favourite posters torn and out of alignment and the furniture were dirty as if it had not being wash for centuries. It had reflected my personally as I am sloppy and a loser. I am loser on the edge of giving up hope
Until that day, someone bang on my door, three hard knock on my thick metal door. I knew the sign without answering the door. The system had placed me into the roaster for today, the same usual punch bag.
The bang kept on continuing, not longer three knock at once, but a repeatedly until I gave up lying around. Barlog could be impatient at some time and today would be that lousy mood of his.
My guess was he would be standing behind my door, usual grumpy face- always. He was the person only in the whole Street fighter console, would took the task for it. I wouldn't know why he had become the deliver message person for all the character. But he quite insisted with the jobs. Nobody ask the question and let him have going it.
But this time, He seem gave a surprise look on his face and passed the news that caught me, scratching my head with a question mark.
"Someone had chosen you." Barlog said.
That was the word had me pumping. Was it a joke? I would ask him, pulling a prank on me. Barlog repeated again, back to his usual gloomily face, this time was much clearer wasn't his prank. I had been chosen and I am happy as a fiddle.
My thought had my luck changed; finally a gamer had selected me as his character to pit my skill against the other player. I was packed and heading for action.
The other didn't believe it and watched me with envy as I marched the main corridor. My glory re-lives again and I didn't even placed my hope too high. My goal was set in minimal standard- to get thru one or two stage and that was good enough for me.
The games console had set up such a restriction about the difficult level. The first two challengers would be a piece of cake for the gamer to advance the game. The purpose was to ensure the gamer interest would keep intact and there were possible being taken that the gamer would spend more playing on it.
I walked down the main grand corridor where the red carpet prepared for chosen character. The both side of the wall had series of monitor mounted on it, showing things related about me. My stat, multiple pictures of me with different poses that I made before and the important thing was my national flag. It was my beloved USSR flag and waving in glory with the blue sky behind of it.
Dead turned to be alive. I had left the cold storage and I am breathing. If I can move from my console, I would kiss his feet and thank him a thousand times for letting me to taste as chosen character to win some fight. But sometime, god had his own way to make it funny. Turn out far from my expectation. He turns out to be a she.
It was scrawny little girl with a big spec. She looked cute by my look of it, she had big blue bright eyes, maybe because her spec causing it to supersize it. Her lips were small and red like a cherry, a really perfect for gentle sweet smile. Only the freckles on her face gave her lest attractive.
The really problem was the person control me was a girl. Girls supposed not playing boys games. It was unnatural to me. Doesn't make sense to me. Girls plays dolls and skipping ropes or better still, to preparing to become a cook and serving imaginary food dishes.
Is my luck had turned worse than it should possible to be. I couldn't tell but letting you know. It was a worse day in my life and I rather choose to get beating. Laughing, come on. A girl. I was excepting a boy or over grown size man. Street fighter is a boy game, beating up game. There was no blood on it but still there were bruises and pain at the end of the round.
I was dead inside before the game started and played by a girl. How low that I can go from there. Compare with Ralph. I was rather switch places with him and landed flat on the mud. A thousand times, it doesn't matter the number count, which I preferred the mud compared with this one.
But then, it was different. My body was moving more efficient than before as if she had a better control than my previous player before.
I countered and pound my first opponent knock out which was Dhalsim (easy target), and following character. E Honda on the second round and a surprising, I had defeated Ken on the third round. I lost at the fourth round where Ryu the formidable fighter proved her, Ryu was not easy picking character to play with.
Losing was not important to me; it was something else telling me something. My perception
She had showed me something more valuable and broke my belief. Girls playing the boy's game. What I had belief before or taught about boys rule the fighting arcade had made a drastic change. Toughest win the weak. I thought myself always, I was a weak character. I didn't know when that I had started thinking of it. Because I always lose, so many times that it turned me as reminder that statement. Bad guys always lose. No doubt of that.
She changed me inside.
I was happy to be selected and at least someone knew my potential fighting even she is a girl. I think she and me are going to be great partners. Like Ralph and sweet tiny Vanellope. I found a bond on my own self. Me and the spec girl.
To be continue
The story had been revised and make it longer. There are still grammar mistake (unseen) and I would like to say sorry because my English is not my first language. I like to thank you for reading and still under going repair of other chapter.
16-1-2014
Revised and putting more detail on the storyline
