Prologue
My name is Lauren, just you're regular teenage "chick." You know, wimpy, whiny, never been in the presence of any real danger in my entire life. Of course that was before. well I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start over.
My brother just got that new Resident Evil game for his Gamecube. Even with a zombie on the cover trying to eat a woman, the game looked so innocent. So quiet. So peaceful. Just another gory game to desensitize the youth of America.
Ha.
Anyway, you know how siblings are. We fight, we forgive, and then we're at eachother's throats in about an hour. You know, quality time. But this time, he went too far. He lost my Eminem CD, the most prized of all my posessions. What else could I do but attack his most prized possision. Resident Evil.
I stormed into the living room, ripped open the case, and took out one of the disks. The other one was still in the Gamecube. I looked at it, and although it seemed normal, there was something strange about it. I brushed away the thought as my brother was approaching.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said. He was bigger than me, and more smug. He didn't really believe I would do anything.
"Where's my CD?" I asked angrily.
"How should I know?" he said. "Give me back my game!"
"I'm tired of you losing my stuff!" I yelled. "Let's see how you like it!" I snapped the game in two and threw it at him.
Juvenile? This is nothing. You should have seen the great Monopoly war of 97. There were no survivors, only remnants of a hat and iron, burned houses, and a couple of hundreds lying in the battered and beaten box. What money can do to people.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" he screamed. Uh-oh. I knew he would be mad, but his eyes were scarier than anything I've ever seen. Well, anything I've ever seen yet. I had to think fast. My eyes darted to the tv screen. The game was paused. He must have left to take a little bathroom break.
I dove to the Gamecube, my hand reaching the "Open" button.
"Don't even think about it!" my brother raged on.
"Don't come any closer than!" I warned. This was going to get worse before it got better, but at least I had somewhat of a plan.
Of course, my brother doesn't listen to me, and came charging forward. I pressed the button on the Gamecube and the lid popped open. I grabbed the disk and ripped it out.
I screamed in pain. There was an electrival shock that ran through my body. White light was all that I saw, then blackness. I was in the game.
My name is Lauren, just you're regular teenage "chick." You know, wimpy, whiny, never been in the presence of any real danger in my entire life. Of course that was before. well I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start over.
My brother just got that new Resident Evil game for his Gamecube. Even with a zombie on the cover trying to eat a woman, the game looked so innocent. So quiet. So peaceful. Just another gory game to desensitize the youth of America.
Ha.
Anyway, you know how siblings are. We fight, we forgive, and then we're at eachother's throats in about an hour. You know, quality time. But this time, he went too far. He lost my Eminem CD, the most prized of all my posessions. What else could I do but attack his most prized possision. Resident Evil.
I stormed into the living room, ripped open the case, and took out one of the disks. The other one was still in the Gamecube. I looked at it, and although it seemed normal, there was something strange about it. I brushed away the thought as my brother was approaching.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said. He was bigger than me, and more smug. He didn't really believe I would do anything.
"Where's my CD?" I asked angrily.
"How should I know?" he said. "Give me back my game!"
"I'm tired of you losing my stuff!" I yelled. "Let's see how you like it!" I snapped the game in two and threw it at him.
Juvenile? This is nothing. You should have seen the great Monopoly war of 97. There were no survivors, only remnants of a hat and iron, burned houses, and a couple of hundreds lying in the battered and beaten box. What money can do to people.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" he screamed. Uh-oh. I knew he would be mad, but his eyes were scarier than anything I've ever seen. Well, anything I've ever seen yet. I had to think fast. My eyes darted to the tv screen. The game was paused. He must have left to take a little bathroom break.
I dove to the Gamecube, my hand reaching the "Open" button.
"Don't even think about it!" my brother raged on.
"Don't come any closer than!" I warned. This was going to get worse before it got better, but at least I had somewhat of a plan.
Of course, my brother doesn't listen to me, and came charging forward. I pressed the button on the Gamecube and the lid popped open. I grabbed the disk and ripped it out.
I screamed in pain. There was an electrival shock that ran through my body. White light was all that I saw, then blackness. I was in the game.