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Digital Life

Part 1

"So, this is the new game that came out?" Max asked holding the box.
"Yeah," Tyson said.
He had got back from the local game store to get his pre ordered copy.
The Game was Shinobi Fighter 3.
"Yeah, I got the online for this...it's gonna be awesome."
"Wish I could play but dad wants me to look after the store today."
"That sucks, tomorrow maybe?"
"Yeah," Max said.

Half an hour later, Tyson picked up the controller as the game appeared on screen.
He was hooked instantly as the logos came on screen and finally the main menu which looked even better than he imagined.
Without hesitation he went to the Create a Character screen and selected the basics, more content could be unlocked through game points.
"Finally," he said going to the game lobby making sure his microphone worked.
Tyson scrolled through the game sessions and found one after a minute named simply "Shinobi Revenge", there was only one person in it.
The character's name was "Fallen Samurai".
Tyson decided to join the game and finally he was in.

He was breath taken by the graphic levels.
The level looked like the burned remains of an old style Edo Period village, houses and other buildings were smouldering, bodies lay everywhere.
The sky was filled with the smoke from other burning buildings.
"Okay...where is this guy?" Tyson asked looking around.

As Tyson walked he pressed the buttons, glancing at the manual, learning the controls, moves, attacks and defences.

Tyson saw the player.
He looked like the man was wearing black robes and a golden bandanna over his forehead as well as black trousers.
"There he is...all right time to kick ass, I maybe the best Blader but soon I'll be the best Shinobi Fighter player too," he laughed and saw as the character started its attack on him.
"I don't think so."
Tyson tapped at his controller to respond to the other player attacking him.
He dodged several swipes before swinging back hitting the player who stumbled.
"Hah," he replied.

The other player looked injured but fought back cutting into his character's right arm making the reaction time with that arm slower.
"Damn...oh...the arm doesn't work as well...that's cool."
Together they fought for a few moments injuring each other, Tyson was hit in his left side before he ran off to probably heal up.
"Low health, I should put you out of your misery," he said.

He started searching for the other player through the ruined buildings before his character fell, dead.
The kill camera showed the other player coming from behind.
"FUCK!" he screamed angrily waiting for the respawn.

When he was back in he took it serious, he was going to get his revenge on the other player but before anything could happen, his character fell again.
"Damn, this guy is a sneaky bastard."
Tyson through all causal out of the window to focus on his enemy.
"Not going to let him beat me again."

Tyson started looking around for a few moments before he saw the other player.
He readied his sword and waited for the player to strike, at the last moment he attacked the other player.
The sword struck the other player and the other player fell to the floor, the head removed, blood pouring from the wound.
On the screen on the top left was "Dragon Warrior killed Fallen Samurai".
"YEAH!" he said loudly cheering.
A moment later another message came across screen.
"Server Connection interrupted", he waited for it to come back but eventually another message said "Server Connection Failed".
Automatically Tyson was kicked from the game.
"Hah, got that kid running."
Tyson tried to find the game again but it wasn't there any more, he joined another server and played all evening, not thinking about what happened.

"How was the game?" Max asked at school the next day.
"Amazing, the graphics, multi-player...wow...blood everywhere."
"Never understood those games," Kenny said.
They were eating lunch on the roof.
"Dad said I don't need to help tonight so I'm gonna be there."
"Sure, it allows two players to play online together on one console it said."

After a few days of playing, Tyson had forgotten about the first match and had unlocked a bit of the locked stuff with along way to go.
Tyson had unlocked a few achievements, earned gamer points and ranked up dozens of kills in the short time he played, getting better each time.
Sure there were times he was killed himself but he always got revenge.
He even finished the single player which was about a guy seeking revenge for his future wife by finding and killing the murderer which turned out to be part of a bigger Organization.
The Organization wasn't too happy for the character killing the assassin so he had to get help to finish the Organization and kill its leader.

About a week after his first game, Tyson was coming back from Max's late at night to go play the game but he had the odd sensation he was being watched.
The area was lit up by the bright moon.
He was walking along the path by the river and stopped dead, turning around.
"No one...I've been playing too much."
He chuckled to himself and continued walking, calling himself an idiot.

When he left the path and entered the darker street area the feeling returned.
Tyson stopped and looked around seeing a figure, he blinked and it vanished.

"What?"
"Maybe I'm more tired than I thought..."
Tyson returned home taking his shoes off and sitting again in the Dojo, pulling out the console and setting up.
"Hey Gramps," Tyson said putting on his head set and turning on the console.

Within five minutes he had already joined a server and was playing.
After an hour he turned in for the night, the earlier event totally forgotten.

The next day was a Saturday, after Gramp's practice drills and his chores were done, his muscles aching, he sat down to play the game.
"All right...level thirty!" he cheered, selecting his new recently unlocked gear.
The game was clever, it put Tyson in different servers depending on his game level to prevent newer players from being overwhelmed by champions.
This was done to prevent them giving up and no longer enjoying the game.
A message appeared on screen "Congratulations on your success...with your new level comes greater challenges as you will now be placed in servers with people levels 30-40".

The feature could be turned off but it wasn't recommended.
It could also be set to narrow the amount of levels ahead it allowed meaning he could play with people levels 30-31 or 32, up to 40.
Before a player joins a game it automatically checks game preferences to allow or deny a player, this was called "Levelled Matchmaking".

"Yeah, level thirty!" he cheered.
The door to the Dojo slid open and Tyson looked over to see Max.
"Hey Max, wanna join?"
"Sure."
"Okay, join when you want," Tyson said passing him a black controller.
Max sat down and pressed the "New Player" button as Tyson was between matches.
He selected his profile from the list and joined Tyson.
"Ready," he said.
Tyson nodded and activated the matchmaking.

Max was a lower level than Tyson so the matchmaking placed them in a game type special for this instant where teams were approximately level balanced.
Each side had a broad spectrum of high, medium and low levels to keep things as fair as possible.
Although for this time there weren't that many high players so it balanced it out so each team had two high players and eight lower players.
They spent the day playing and later on Beyblading, they had to keep up their skill in their real life as well as in their wired life.

On Monday after school he headed home again, looking forward to playing, wondering if he'd ever get tired of playing.
At the moment he didn't think so.
Tyson once again felt as though he was being watched but he shrugged it off from playing too much because he always kept a look out when he played for other characters.
"Damn it," he said shrugging off the building sense of danger.
The feeling kept getting stronger and stronger until he had no choice but to look.

His eyes were wide with surprise.
There he was, a man that looked familiar, he wore a golden bandanna, black robes and trousers.
The man's face was neutral, as far as he could see but it was difficult.
He had seen this person somewhere...he wasn't sure why he was so frightened.
Tyson's body frozen, watching, like lightning striking...he remembered...the first match, that player character...that bandanna...

There's no way it could be.
Could it?

Author Notes

Beywriter- Okay, so, what do you think? This one's a little different.

Story-Beywriter
Editor-Lirin Sama