"Working as the security for the Smash Mansion should be the next best thing from being a smasher yourself" my idiot of a boss had said. What he didn't know was that I was going to be one of the smashers if they hadn't filled up all of the available spaces.
There was another thing going to happen, one that nobody knew would happen. I was working on a Minecraft world that I'd been working on for a while. "You should really be paying attention to the camera feeds, Reath" my buddy Jason said, not caring too much.
"And you shouldn't be drunk on the job" I replied, bringing up a little accident last week. "I'm telling you, somebody spiked my drink with something crazy!" He said loudly as he sat down on the couch we had in our post, if you can even call it a post. It looked like a cross between a living room crossed with a gun locker.
Weapons were carelessly strewn across most surfaces, which might be considered a hazard to some people, but we know our way around guns. "You know," Jason said for the millionth time, "I don't even see why they need security for the smashers. It's not like they need protection, especially from people they don't even know about. Besides, when have we ever had to take someone down"?
It's a bit weird how it works. To everyone else, including the smashers, we're just maintenance people. I didn't understand it, but Master Hand's paranoia pays the bills. As I was putting the final touches on my fortress of death, a red light flashed at the bottom of my screen.
I clicked it, and up came a message from the boss. "I just got a message from the boss" I called out to Jason. "Would you like to maybe tell me what it says?" He said sarcastically. "I wish I could. Come see this." I motioned for him to come closer as I looked at the mess of an email.
As soon as he saw it he was amazed. "I didn't even realize that emails could switch into binary code." He said. But one thing stood out to me, one fragment that wasn't screwed up. Two little words that put uncertainty in my mind. It said red alert. "Well, today's that day we get our combat bonus" Jason said, smiling at the idea of an actual fight.
I was a little more cautious though. "Gear up, take whatever you want" I said as I stepped into what would appear to be a closet with a curved metal door. I walked up to a man-shaped imprint on the wall, and pressed my back up against it. Clamps came out of the wall and locked me in place.
Multiple robotic arms descended holding what looked like a scuba suit with a lot of metal attachments on it. The arms fitted me with my customized Elite Advanced suit. I stepped out of the room and put on my helmet. I smiled as my HUD sparked to life, scanning the room for friendly electronic signatures, such as the one on Jason's suit. However, it picked up nothing.
Suddenly, I heard a faint shouting from somewhere in our little base, followed by gunshots. To make matters worse, the lights flickered out, leaving the only light in the room the dim blue ones on my suit. As I looked over the room for some sort of weapon I could take with me, I quickly realized that they were all just gone.
Not a single trace that there was ever a gun here. "This day just keeps getting better and better" I grumbled and stepped into the dark hallways of our base, not knowing what lay ahead of me.