Chapter 1: Another One of Those Teleportation Out of This World Stories.
This was it. This was the defining moment of my life. Winning this would mean a promotion and being categorized into a higher tier. This was the final round of the game. It was do or die.
By technicality, I already won. The score in the center of my computer screen read "15:14", meaning that it was impossible for me to lose, but the enemy would still be able to fight for a tie game. We just needed one more point, but the enemy kept on pushing for a tie game.
Just a few moments before, the scoreboard read "15:10". Guess the tides have turned in favor of a comeback. I'll be the one to make sure that that won't happen.
The screen also displayed a list of names which were split into two teams, each player being ranked based on how much points they had earned for their team. On top of the list of names for my team was my username: Imanoob169.
This was it: my eyes blinked and dilated as the next round was starting. My objective was to reach the bombsite, plant the bomb and kill anyone wishing to diffuse it. It was the final round, my final life; these next few minutes would mean everything to the world.
As the timer started to fall, my whole team rushed to one side of the map. Our plan was to hold our position for a while before rushing into enemy territory, guns blazing. Unfortunately for us, our team was spotted by an enemy unit, who wasted no time in taking us out. This unit took out one, no two out of our squadron of five. Finally, a split second before the enemy could flee, he was shot in the head with a high-caliber rifle by one of our teammates, instantly killing him.
While my team currently had 3 members left, the enemy team had 4. Not only that, but the enemy had already tagged our positions, so we were at an obvious disadvantage. It was time to turn the tables; there was no time to waste.
Orders were swiftly given to charge into the bomb site. After 5 seconds of loud running, the 3 remaining members of my team invaded the bomb site and began checking for enemies on-site. One of the members of the team stayed behind to engage any flankers.
Almost immediately after our invasion, one member of my team was sniped and taken out of the game. It didn't take me long to spot the sniper, and before he fled, I assured him of his death with a haven of fiery bullets.
My team was now down to 2 members, with myself being the only bomber on-site. I and my sole companion had to deal with 3 more enemies, their locations still unbeknownst to us. While the site was still clear of enemies, I planted the bomb, setting a 40 second timer for it to go boom.
40 Seconds to Detonation
A split second later, my heart started to palpitate.
"Will I make it?"
"Will I win this?"
"Worst case scenario, if a tie happens, will I still rank up?"
These thoughts ran through my mind, until...
The teammate left behind started to hear the footsteps of more than one person. He turned and threw a flashbang at the enemies, blinding them for a few seconds, before throwing a molotov onto the floor to block their movements, all while jumping through the air and landing onto the site. He then threw a high-explosive grenade to his previous location, successfully stalling the enemies.
30 Seconds to Detonation
This teammate began to flee, but was surprised by a flashbang thrown back at him from where he had come from. The ones flanking had charged through the fire and onto the site, the remaining 2 of them gunning him down. My last teammate had just died right in front of me… Retaliating, I sprayed my automatic rifle in their general direction, killing one whilst severely injuring the other one who was hiding behind a metal barrel.
15 Seconds to Detonation
To finish the injured one off, I made a split-second decision and forced myself to throw my only high-explosive grenade, hoping to kill him and cause some of his body parts to fly everywhere. This was extremely successful in taking him out of the game. However, just as I ran back to large concrete cover, I was sniped in my leg, preventing me from moving for a moment which could've been fatal. I was lucky enough to have just enough time to make it to a cover wherein I still had a clear view of the bomb.
10 Seconds to Detonation
The enemy would arrive in roughly another 3 seconds to finish me off, and the enemy only needed 5 seconds to diffuse the bomb. With the last of my strength, I got out my molotov and was about to throw it at the bomb. This wasn't meant to affect the bomb's explosion as the bomb was built to miraculously withstand almost all types of forces including gunshots and acids. The molotov was there so the enemy would not be able to diffuse the bomb. It was there to buy time for the bomb, until it explodes.
7.5 Seconds to Detonation
A split second before Imanoob169 threw the molotov, his whole screen suddenly glitched out and crashed. It wasn't just his computer that crashed though: the light in his room had also faded.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! Not now!" The player furiously clutched his head as he realized that there was a power outage.
'Was I even able to throw that molotov? If I did, that would ensure the team's victory and my rank-up..."
He picked up his electronic tablet to see if he could ask one of his friends who queued with him if he had won. For some reason, it couldn't turn on.
"Strange. What's happening outside? Actually, where's sis?"
The player placed his tablet and its charger, his earphones and a couple of other supplies in his bag, preparing to leave his room and venture out into a world where fun and games meant very little to anybody.
He stood up...
But as he stood up, he was engulfed in a blinding, white light.
"Well… fuck" were his last words to be written on his tombstone.
"Yes! I actually won!" The squeaky exclamation came from a young girl in small "pajamas" as she stood up and stretched her arms. How she looked and dressed evidently showed how little she cared about whatever she did with her life as long as she was having fun. The girl looked even more carefree with her two "plus sign" hairpins which were attached to her short, purple hair.
"I'm proud of you, onii-san!" This time, it was a much more feminine voice which spoke, its speaker carrying a tray of food over for the woman dressed in pajamas to eat. This girl looked not only taller than the other woman, but she was also blessed with a much more curved and feminine body. Complete with a larger bust size and a figure that matched that of a goddess, she looked more mature than her older sister, who many considered to be a child.
In truth, it was often forgotten that this gamer of a sister was the leader of a small nation, the small nation known as Planeptune.
The two girls were known as the Planeptune Goddesses, Lady Neptune and Candidate Nepgear. Both were currently busy with their daily routines: Neptune with her video games, and Nepgear serving and adoring her dear sister.
"Yahoo! Finally! I didn't lose!" The gamer Neptune was singing with an expression filled with joyous energy. "I've been losing straight for all of my matches. I'm not even exaggerating!"
"Onee-sama! Don't forget to do your duties as a Goddess," Nepgear cheerily told her sister.
"Yeah yeah, after another game," Neptune replied as she queued for another match…
This was gonna be a very long day. The nation of Planeptune would have quite the antagonizing experience as Neptune entered for another match.
Legends say that Neptune never won any other game and was in an endless cycle of trying to win a match, but never did. Maybe the only reason why she won one match was because of a particular individual…
Meanwhile...
In a small patch of land in a different country, the two diabolical siblings who arguably held the most power in the entire world were busy discussing their next plan of dominating the entertainment industry.
"Alright! This is it Uni! I'll show you the power of being an idol!" This black twin-tailed girl then pointed towards the sky overdramatically, her boobs jiggling off of her slim petite body as if there were about to burst off of her body.
"Yes sister!" replied her younger sister, her constant desperation for the approval of her sister subtly seeping into her squeaky voice.
These two were Lastation's famed Sisters: the Goddess of Lastation Noire, and her sister CPU Candidate Uni. Physically, they looked like carbon copies of each other, the only noticeable difference being that one looked older. Just like the goddess pair in Planeptune, the younger sister would always look up to her older counterpart, only in Lastation's case, the younger sister was a bit more...insecure.
And just like the Sisters of Planeptune, these two had a rather complex daily routine (yes, the sarcasm was intended).
"First thing: in every action you take, every word you say, every gesture you make, make sure you do this all with style… Nowa." Noire declared all of this as she swung her hair around like a beauty pageant contestant.
"Alright..." Uni's eyes were completely focused on Noire's every movement.
"Let me demonstrate," Noire said as she slowly walked to an open patch of grass, giving herself ample space to showcase her true beauty and what makes her waifu material.
*CRASH*
After a moment of majestic silence after a very very loud "thud", Uni decided to come closer and check out the crash to see if Noire was still intact and whether or not this was part of her "Idol Performance".
As the CPU Candidate walked closer, she noticed that there were two figures cloaked by the smoke who were in a very suggestive position.
"Ugh… Well, that turned out better than I expected," the new character stated as he began to rise up. "What did I land on anyway?"
"Y-y-you idiot! Of all the places where you could have landed, why did you have to land on me!" Noire shrieked as she activated her inner Tsun-Tsun. "Why am I always the landing pad?"
Author's Note:
Chapter 1 of this new series! Alright! Now if I were to balance schoolwork and this properly, I would be fine but that's not the case :(. In any situation though, reviews and follows are greatly appreciated. Hate it? Love it? Tell me.
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SoT