A teenage boy was in his rocking chair. Boring enough for you? Well...too bad. That was his life. Every day. He did play video games every now and then, but his life was...slow-paced. Too slow paced? Certainly not. Ethan was a slow-paced fellow, so this slow-paced life suited him. Homeschooled and secluded from most people his age, his only social life was Animal Crossing and...hey! Animal Crossing! His weekly challenge!
He was reminded that very instant of his personal challenge to "visit" or "play" Animal Crossing for the Nintendo Gamecube at least once a week, every week, for all 52 weeks of the year. Going two years strong, he had to finish year number three. Where would be his pretend honor? It'd go down the pretend toilet! All of his life was pretend. No one but his stuffed animals would understand. Sometimes, during stressful moments, he talked to them as if they heard him...and occasionally he'd hold back a few words that could offend some of them (the word pet, for example). He didn't want them to leave his town because of something he said...especially not Kiki, who's practically his soul mate. I mean, he knew they weren't real...sometimes he thought he was really insane, but these were the only real friends he had within his grasp. He was a nobody who had nobody friends. Ethan didn't hardly exist either, as far as he was concerned.
Placing a few plushes of Animal Crossing characters in his chair to set the mood, the boy began to plug up the Wii. He intended for that red light on the Wii to flash on as usual...but he didn't intend a power pole crashing down on him through the roof while he was plugging the game in. With a zap, the boy's consciousness and his body disappeared in a flash.
An elderly mayor had his face scrunched in thought as he poked the strange alien corpse with his cane. His mind swirled with possibilities...could this creature be harmful? Benevolent? Could he possibly take over as mayor of the town someday? Quickly, the mayoral tortoise called for the local police force to come while he kept poking the body. N.Y., the quiet village, just got a little less quiet.
That's the prologue! A new chapter will be up soon, I hope. I plan to update this story weekly...ish. By the way, I very much like Computerfan's way of having questions at the end of a chapter, so I think I'll do that, too, if he doesn't mind.
1: What do you think the police will do to the strange human that fell out of the sky?
2: How will the villagers respond? How will YOU respond? Do you think they know about Ethan already?
3: How did the power pole fall, do you think?
Chapter 1 should hopefully be here soon! Get ready!