Uhh, so, hey! Seen so many Call of Duty: Zombies fics out there, and some haven't been updated in a bit, so I'm just gonna be a dick and contribute. Except I'm going to be more of a dick and go ahead and update the stories so then people don't get fustrated. I hope that's what's going to happen anyway. I don't want to be all nice and leave the story abandoned on a cliff-hanger, 'cause that's what you all want, isn't it?

Um, yeah. Enjoy this shit and y'know, comments are really stupid and you should never ever leave comments. (That was sarcasm, by the way, just in case you take it seriously and never leave comments)

The Most Cliche Story Ever, also titled 'Irony'

Chappy Numero Uno.

The room would have been completely dark, if not for the glowing light of a computer monitor. Clara Winchester giggled at the ridiculous fan fiction on her screen, which she read at 2 am, just for her amusement.

"Psh, 'Oh, it's a girl who played Zombies and got magically teleported into the game and suddenly kicks ass'. How cliché." She clicked the 'go back' button, and went back to the list of fan fiction under the genre 'Call of Duty'.

After reading three or four of the ridiculous fan fiction, of which most were unfinished, Clara was in hysterics, and collapsed onto the floor laughing. She spent five minutes like that, and eventually managed to bring her heart rate down, but not before complaining about her belly being sore after laughing so hard.

The seventeen-year-old regained her composure of 'elegance' and then decided to munch on some snacks from the kitchen. Ha, this is why my parents shouldn't have left me alone for the weekend to go to a Foo Fighters concert without me. Looks like I'll have a concert on my own. Comfortable with her selection of snacks, Clara then proceeded to the lounge where the Xbox was set up. Setting down her armful of supplies, she eyed the console in mock fear.

"Oh, great and mighty electrical, magical currents, let me enjoy the all-powerful game of Zombies without teleporting me to another dimension... pretty pleeease?" She then chuckled with a shake of her head and turned the console and tv on.

Sitting down on the amazingly comfortable sofa, She started the game up, (shouting an 'ignition, on!' whilst doing so) and scooped the snacks around her. Once the Black Ops main screen was on, she selected the Zombies, mode and looked through the selection of maps. "Hmm... which one should I play first? Eenie, meenie, miney, mo..." The map chosen was Kino der Toten, and although it was no doubt one the most simple maps in her opinion, she decided that it would be a good map to start on.

The loading screen finished alongside Richtofen's entry, and the blue electricity faded as the round started, revealing the hands of the Japanese soldier, Takeo Masaki, and the beginning line of, "We must bring honour to this place."

"Yes we shall, Takeo!"

"RAPE TRAIN! CHOO CHOO MOTHER FUCKERS!"

Night had become day, and Clara still fought the ever-growing zombie hordes well into the more difficult rounds after accidentally restarting one match (and ending up as Tank Dempsey), finding out 'what happens when I do this?' on several occasions, and forgetting to pause when she needed to run to the bathroom when she couldn't hold it in any longer. But she got it right this time, with Juggernog, Speed Cola, Mule Kick, and Quick Revive, matched with a pack-a-punch'd HK21, Ray-Gun and her favourite weapon, the ballistic knives with the bowie knife.

But that had to be when the inevitable happened.

She walked into her own electric trap.

"NO NO NO NO NO FUCK!" In her overtired anger-fuelled rage, she threw the controller on the ground and growled at the screen as Samantha laughed evilly.

"Fuck you, you little shit."

"Oh, you shouldn't have said zat, girl. You'll have to be punished for using bad words!" Said the demonic voice, which then laughed in its creepy laughing voice. Clara raised and eyebrow and rubbed at her strained eyes. Okay, maybe she'd been playing for a bit too long.

She rolled her eyes and reached for the silver power button, and muttered, 'crazy ass brain playing tricks on me.'

"Ah! Fuck!" Claire shouted as she touched the console, receiving a small shock. The Xbox whirred angrily, but remained on. The teenager put her numb finger in her mouth and scowled at the stupid console.

"Fine then, if you don't want to cooperate, then I'm gonna use force." She said, reaching for the wall switch.

Bad idea. An incredibly strong electric current passed through her and pain jolted through her entire body, and the last thing she thought before blacking out was:

Stupid fucking fan fiction.

Does this seem short? It does to me. Meh. It's the intro. It's bound to get longer and better (heh, that's what she said) as the story progresses. Yes, Clara is vulgar. No, there will be no romance. Clara has a brain and the only thing about her that is also like myself is her love of the Foo Fighters. Oh, and I also have a brain. I hope you, the reader(s) have brains too.

So, um, comments and all that lovely friendship-ness is always appreciated. If anyone wants to Beta this shit, just hit me up with a message, and I would love to take suggestions for this story!

And as FrankieonPCin1080p says,

I'll see ya in the next chapter.