"Contact right!" a voice yelled out as the popping sound of gun fire erupted from a burned out building.
"Enemies in the open twelve o'clock sharp!" called out another voice with a British accent. A thud rang out followed by an explosion as a grenade from a grenade launcher exploded in the burned out house.
"I got ''em!" Called out the British voice.
"You guys thirty (30) seconds remaining and we are up by five (5)"
"Enemy air strike inbound" warned the in game announcer. A quick look at the game map showed the figure of a plane in red as it went over the map.
"Incoming!" Another voice called out as the final seconds counted down. While at the same time the enemy air strike flew over the map dropping bombs. Just as the last plane flew over the map the game ended.
"Wow! I don't know about you guys but this virtual reality version of Call of Duty sure as hell beats playing it on the Wii or XBOX." remarked a white guy in his early 20's, short brown hair and standing at 6'-1". His weapons consisted of a MG36 light machine gun with a red dot sight and a blue tiger camo pattern on it. Strapped to his back was a javelin. A short green tube with a launch control module.
"Yeah Trigger, this is pretty good init? It's more interactive than those other game systems." said British Titties. British Titties, as the name would suggest, was British. However British Titties was a guy not a girl. Had a medium build to him, with a dragon tattoo on his left arm and a British style crest tattooed on his right shoulder. He had short, greying red hair.
"Alright so let's see who we got. There's me, I.M. Trigger LMG, British Titties, Brits VenDettah, Brits Steve, British Trigger, Saggy, Ouch, I.M. Tank Boss, I.M. FreakGirl, I.M. FF/EMT Diver, inertia, DEF, Yogert, M.C. Tank, M.C. Smith, Victor E Spoilzzz, DVD 2.5, Razorback, Striker, Bullet, Medicine, War Eeyore, Mercury, Sandman, Lord Loki, Wally, Perkynip, bucket, ClaymoreHoar, and Polar Bear. Is there anyone who I missed?" Called out Trigger. Everyone in attendance was quiet. "Ok then. Hardcore Team Death match?"
The group agreed to the fifteen on fifteen team death match. Where players have to 'kill' players on the other team to score points. Each 'kill' is worth 100 point and whoever gets to 7500 points first or has the most points after 10 minutes, wins. In hardcore mode, players 'die' easier; there is no map of the playing field available for constant viewing during game play. Unless a player activates a UAV recon drone or pauses their screen and goes to the in-game menu. Also friendly fire applies where a player can 'kill' a member of their own team but if a player kills two or more of their own team mates, they have a 45 second respawn delay and die when they kill a fellow team mate.
"Is everyone ready?" Asked Trigger, he waited a few extra moments as he saw some of his allies putting final tweaks on to their weapon classes. "Ready... 3... 2... 1... Go!" The match started as half of the group disappeared and the map went dark. The map the players are in usually goes dark for 30 seconds as the game starts up and changes maps. Sometimes it takes longer because of server lagging or if the host drops out before the game play starts. At most the map goes dark for 1 minute, but this time around the map stays dark.
"Hey, what the fucking hell is going on?" British Titties asked.
"I don't know. The host didn't leave cause that's Trigger and he is still here." Ouch! piped up. Once Ouch! Finished talking the countdown screen for the beginning of the match came up with a warning message. One of the Call of Duty story line characters, Captain Price, came on the screen next to the warning message. The image of Captain Price was that of a well experienced combat veteran, with the greying beard to show it, smoking a cigar and spoke with a British accent.
"Ok troops. I've got some really bad news. The servers have been hacked by a top class computer hacking group. They have blocked all access to the main frame and server hard drives. As well as screwed with your headsets you are currently wearing in the real world. They screwed with them in such a way that this is no longer a game in which you respond after you are killed. Once you are killed, blown up, knifed, shot, any of that. You die for real; however the Death Streak, Final Stand, is your only possible way of being able to hold out from dying. Just like in the game you go down and can crawl and once you kill an enemy your health comes back to normal. Your health will regenerate and your screen will start turning red the more damage you take. It's just like how it works in Call of Duty. Your levels, weapons, perks and everything else you have earned to this point is still intact, and kill streaks. Kill streaks are still active, so when you get your 3, 5, 6, and so forth up to 18 kills for the Juggernaut load outs and the Escort Air Drop. "Captain Price paused before continuing.
"As of right now there are 5,000 players online. When the screen comes back you are no longer going to be playing on a Call of Duty map. The hackers have changed the maps you will be playing on the maps of Sword Art Online. There you will find players from there who are in their own world of trouble. I wish you all the best of luck. Oh and three more things. One: you will be able to get supplies and ammo for your weapons at the shops in Sword Art Online. Two: if you want to leave the game you have to beat the game of Sword Art Online. Three: For those for you fucking ass holes who had hacked Call of Duty and run codes to gain unfair advantages. Your stats and weapons have been reset to level 1 and your codes deactivated. The hackers have tied the two games together. I wish you all the best of luck and hope to see you when this is all over."
With that Captain Price faded away and the screen faded to black. There was shocked silence within the group as the other 15 members of the group reappeared. They too had shocked looks on their faces.
"So what do we do now?" Asked Striker. Striker was a tall and built black man. Who loved running with the semi-auto shotgun of the same name. The Striker shotgun had the barrel of a normal shotgun, but had a round holder that resembled the looks of a Thompson Sub machine gun 100 round ammo clip.
"We wait to see what the map looks like, figure out how this Sword Art Online game works, then we go and beat the bloody game" British Titties spoke up. Once he finished speaking the darkness started to lighten up as the new game map came into view.
The new spawn site for the group of 30 was a large coliseum where thousands of other players could be seen. The sky was covered in red 'warning' and 'system error' tags. Bathing the scene in an eerie red light. There was also one massive figure by the main gate of the coliseum. The faceless figure was dressed in a red robe and spoke with a deep voice that commanded attention.
"As of now hackers of the same caliber used by government agencies to conduct cyber-attacks on other countries has hacked into both Sword Art Online and Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. Combining the two games together, however," The giant figure paused before he continued on with his announcement. "Only the players from each game can use weapons from the game they came from. Call of Duty players can't use weapons from Sword Art Online and Sword Art Online players can't use weapons from Call of Duty. However you will be able to pick them up and sell them or give the weapons to players from the proper game. Though they will be able to use and interact with other objects and players in Sword Art Online. Once again if you die in the game, your avatar will be erased from Sword Art Online and your brain will be fried. I wish you good luck."
With the end of his speech the giant figure collected into a ball and vanished. Along with the figure vanishing, so did the red warning and system error tags in the sky. A bright blue sky came through as the red tags faded away. There was a moment of silence among both groups of players as what was just told to them sunk in. The silence was shattered as players began freaking out, crying and doing everything else but staying calm.
A few solo players took the opportunity to head out of the coliseum. The group of 30 Call of Duty players did the same and found a quiet field just outside of the village. There is where the players from the group began to break down at the realization of being trapped in a video game with no way out but to beat the game.
"Guys I don't know if I can handle it." I.M. FreakGirl spoke up; she was a blonde hair woman in her mid-thirties with a busty chest and matching booty. She was the only female in the whole group. Her whole body was shaking as her brown eyes became hollow shells.
"FreakGirl you are going to make it through this. Think of it as a hardcore SnD (Search and Destroy) game." Trigger said trying his best to comfort his teammate.
"Trigger you figured it out already!?" I.M. FF/EMT (firefighter / emergency medical technician) Diver exclaimed surprised as hell, that what Trigger said made total sense. I.M. FF/EMT Diver was a tall and built man in his mid-30s. Coming in at 6'-2" and 250lbs. With brown short hair and brown eyes.
"Figured what out?" Trigger asked totally not picking up what Diver was throwing down, but everyone else in the group did. A few of them even did a face palm at how Diver's word went right over Trigger's head.
"The game mode we are now playing! It's Search and Destroy. We have to search for the Bosses on each floor and destroy them and if we die, there is no respawn. So we got to be on top of our game! It's a hardcore search and destroy game mode! Holy crap Trigger I thought you would realize it when you said it." Diver said as it clicked in Trigger's head at what was said.
"Holy shit! You're right!" Trigger said. The group laughed and a few shook their heads in disbelief. The lightened mood even got FreakGirl to crack a smile. "Oh say I wonder!" Trigger's eyes lit up with a thought as he went to his game menu and scrolled through it until he found what he was looking for. "Yes! It's still here! Now let's see if it still works."
"If what still works?" Asked FreakGirl.
"My music! Remember earlier when I logged in and checked my game menu then logged out for a bit then logged back in?" Trigger said.
"Yeah. That was a pain Trigger. I kept sending you invites to the game." Titties said.
"Ok. That was me testing out the USB thumb drive I had plugged into the head set. I got all my music on the thumb drive and I had plugged it into the headset, so I could listen to my music while playing the game. Once I knew it worked I logged out and I put the game guide book onto the USB drive. So I could be able to access the game maps and study them and look at what level I have to be at to get perks, weapons. Also what level I need to get my weapons at to get weapons perks for them." Trigger excitement grew when he found the music file and opened it.
"Geeze Trigger how many songs you got!?" DVD 2.5 asked. DVD was a lean and lanky light colored African American in his early 30's.
"A few thousand." He said as he hit play for "Mango Tree" by the Zac Brown Band. The jazzy tune started playing in his ears and Trigger started grooving to the beat of the song as the others started giving him weird looks.
"Trigger if you can hear us. We can't hear the music is there a way you can put it on like speaker mode for the rest of us to listen along with you?" Asked Titties.
"Yeah I can still hear you Titties, speaker mode. Activate." Trigger called out and after a moment everyone was listening to the jazzy tune. Everyone was quiet as they listened and took comfort in the fact that there is now a way to escape the new reality they are in. Even if it's only for the few minutes the song lasted. While everyone listened to the song, Trigger scrolled through his music list while Titties looked over his shoulder seeing if there were any songs he knew.
"Oh this one next." Titties pointed to a song he saw on the list. Trigger smiled in agreement. As the Zac Brown Band finished the jazzy "Mango Tree" the next song came on and to everyone's shock and surprise it was a fun up lifting one. Even the few SAO players that were walking on the path stopped to listen.
"If it hadn't been for cotton-eye joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from? Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye joe?" - Rednex
Rang out from the unseen speakers and echoed through the field. The players that were still in the village even stopped what they were doing and listened to the popular country dance-mix song. A few of them even broke out into the line dance that went with the song.
"Damn Trigger! That was pretty clever, being able to get outside music into the game!" Diver said as the song ended. The SAO players that had stopped to listen walked up to the group on camo clad COD players. Trigger turned the speaker volume down as "Honey I'm Good" by Andy Grammer started playing.
"Was that you? Who was playing the music?" Asked one of the SAO players walking up to the group. The player had blue hair, matching blue eyes and was a short 5'-10". He wore bronze armor plating on his chest, shoulders, arms and shins. His clothing under his armor was blue as well. The blue haired player was armed with a large longsword and a knite shield.
"Yeah it was me, and you are?" Trigger replied.
"I'm Diavel and these are my guild mates. Picka, Blast, Zargo and Wicker." Diavel introduced his guild to the group.
Picka was a young girl around 14 years of age. She had brown hair with a single bright yellow highlight on one of her bangs. She had bronze armor similar to Diavel's and wore a yellow skirt that came to mid-thigh with black lightning bolt emblems on the right side of it. Her armament consisted of a one handed long sword and a yellow kite shield with lightning bolts on it.
Blast was a boy around the same age as Pika and looked like a mini version of Diavel. Except that Blast didn't have a shield and was armed with a two handed long sword.
Zargo stood taller than the others at 6'-0", which was tall for a 16 year old boy. He was decked out with an olive drab green tunic and matching pants. Zargo had green hair with matching green eyes. His armament consisted of bronze chest plate, shoulder and arm armor. With a matching bronze helmet that resembled that of a dirt bike helmet.
Wicker was the second oldest out of the group at 17 years old but stood at a short 5'-8". He had coke bottle cap style glasses, with short brown hair and brown eyes. Brown tunic and matching pants. Wicker's armament was bronze chest, shoulder, arm and shin armor. Wicker was armed with a kite shield and a bronze long sword. He was clearly the most nervous out of the guild as he looked at the COD players. Reading their gamer tags, he saw none of them were a level 1 like the SAO players but were at least a level 50 or higher with many of them at a level 80.
"Diavel. None of them are at our level. They are all level 50 and higher!" Cowered Wicker.
"I can see that Wicker, but remember these guys came from a different game. Their level must not have been reset when they came here." Diavel reminded Wicker before he looked back at the COD group. "So are all of you part of a guild? I see a few of you have the same initials at the beginning of your names."
"We are all part of the same clan. However we have sub-groups with the clan. We have the 'I.M.' group. They are the players with the red 'I.M.' at the start of their name." Titties said, "Then we have the 'British' group. Those of us who are part of that group are British and we Brits got to stick together. Lastly we got the solo players in our clan. They aren't a part of any one sub-group but can bounce around to help either group out if needed."
"So what is with some of your names then? I can see that yours's is British Titties and we got Perkynip and ClaymoreHoar. Why did you pick such raunchy names?" asked Picka, being the youngest and the only girl in the SAO guild.
"Because little one. Call of Duty is rated 'M' for mature 17 plus. Which means this game is only for players who are 17 or older. Due to the graphic and intense violence, language, blood and gore and drug reference. Online gaming in this game with other players is not for little kids like you." ClaymoreHoar spoke up as he came forward from the group. He was a thin and wiry 40 year old man. With greying black hair, green eyes and a dark mustache.
"What did you say pops?" Barked Picka.
"I said, our game is not for little KIDS like you." ClaymoreHoar spoke slow and clear and put emphasis on 'kids' as he spoke.
"I am not a kid!" Yelled Picka as she drew her sword. All of the COD players laughed at the sight on a 14 year old girl pulling out a sword that was half as tall as she was.
"Oh come on! You are young enough to be my daughter. Geeze, you are getting all wound up for being called what you are which is a kid." Laughed ClaymoreHoar, his laughing stopped when he saw the little pup coming at him.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" She screamed as she charged in. With a metal on metal, clink, sound Picka found her sword being block by ClaymoreHoar's black tactical knife. A click sound came from ClaymoreHoar's waist. As Picka looked to where the sound came from her face went pail white. Staring back at her was the massive but sleek barrel of a .44 Magnum.
"Now put your little knife away before you get hurt." ClaymoreHoar said with a stern look on his face. Picka backed off, clearly shaken up after staring down the barrel of a gun.
"I deeply apologize for her actions." Diavel said as he bowed.
"You don't need to apologize for her. She" ClaymoreHoar pointed at Picka. "Needs to apologize for herself." Picka cowered behind Zargo shaking. The afternoon shadows grew long as the sun began to set.
"I'm sorry" Picka whispered softly.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you. Come out from behind him and say it." ClaymoreHoar said.
"Hey Claymore ease up on her a little bit. You scared the freaking crap outtah her!" FreakGirl spoke up as she walked over to Picka. "It's ok. Did he scare you? Picka nodded her head as her eyes started to tear up. FreakGirl turned back to Claymore.
"You asshole! You scared her and now she is crying!" FreakGirl barked at him.
"Hey now! I was the one who had to defend himself against an unprovoked attack!" Claymore countered.
"I'm sorry you guys have to watch and listen to this." Titties said to Diavel. Diavel turned to Titties with a smile.
"It's fine. Nobody got hurt or killed in this first meeting. Though would you guys like to party up with us? We could help each other out." Diavel asked.
"Sure. Hey VenDettah, Steve, British Trigger shall we party up?" Titties asked his clan mates. They all nodded in agreement.
"I'll ally with you guys." Trigger said as he went to the game menu and sent an ally request to Diavel, who accepted it. "Say it's gettin dark why don't we head for town for the night?"
"Sure, I was thinking the same thing." Diavel agreed with the idea. "Hey Picka, say you are sorry to Claymore and lets head for town." Picka nodded in agreement and went up to Claymore and FreakGirl who were still arguing with each other.
"EHHEM! Excuse me!" Picka shouted at the pair. "ClaymoreHoar. I'm sorry for charging at you earlier. I shouldn't have done that knowing how strong you are."
"Apology accepted." Claymore got an elbow to the ribs from FreakGirl to keep talking. "And I'm sorry for making you cry."
"Apology Accepted" Smiled Picka.
"Ok! I don't know about you guys but I'm hungry and getting tired. Let's head for town!" Called out I.M. Trigger LMG. Both groups agreed with the idea and together headed to town. Trigger then cranked up the speaker volume as "There's Gonna Be Some Rockin' " by AC/DC started playing. As the song played all the Brits started singing along with the song.