Notes: Okay so if the summary wasn't clear this is an OC story about six kids. There's no interaction with the cannon characters, although there are new trolls. I would really apreciate feedback from you and infact if have some specific things i want feedback on.
1. Spelling: i suck at this, and grammar in general so if i screw up, please let me know
2. Characters: are they good, deep characters or are they cliche and unnatractive
3. Writing: is it written well/ in a way that makes you want to read more
Anyway thanks for reading, hope you enjoy!
Today we join a young woman in her room. It is also no coincidence that today is this young woman's birthday. It was three years ago today, March 12, 2012, that she received a name.
What is this young woman's name?
Enter name==
Marry Su-
On second thought, maybe that's not such a good name for this particular young woman. She seems to be giving you an exceptionally intense stare that is kind of freaking you out. Oh wait! That's right, she already has a name. That must be why she looks so upset. Let's find that name plaque.
Search room==
There it is. It was buried in a pile of stinky old books. Ooh, that didn't get a very pleasant look; you should get this over with before she does something angry.
Name: LANA MASON
How charming.
EXAMINE ROOM==
Your name is LANA MASON. As was aforementioned, today is your birthday. There are many old BOOKS scattered around your room, many are ANCIENT LITTERATURE. You really like some of them (despite the fact that some have to be translated by hand) and you especially like Socrates. In your opinion he has a MAGNIFICENT THINKER. You don't really watch very many movies, but you are a fan of much British TV, and have a particular love for one involving a blue box. One day you hope to translate all of your books, because they are filled with the heroic antics of ANCIENT WARIORS and you think that's pretty cool.
ALLOCATE SOMETHING TO YOUR STRIFE SPECTIBUS ==
Nonsense. Such plot relevant topics this early in the story will not be tolerated. Do something more menial.
SCAN THE ROOM ==
Much better.
The far side of your room from the door is your bed. Your bed is conveniently built into your windowsill where you can look out at the ocean while you sleep. To the left and right of your bed your walls are lined with book cases and books. Some of the books are in foreign languages (actually most are) and are usually large enough to use as a weapon. The wall to the left of the door is covered in pictures and doodles your friend has given you. Sometimes you write poetic captions underneath, but other times you just leave them alone and stick them up hap-hazardly. Next to that wall is your desk, where a few Latin books are piled on top of one another and your computer is covered in sticky notes to remind you of things. Papers covered in your nearly illegible hand writing are scattered all over the desk. Now to make one thing clear before moving on, the term wall is used fairly lightly due to the fact that your room is more of an oval and has no actual corners. Your room is also made out of stone, and the only thing separating your feet from the unforgiving gray is an old rug that had been in your family for generations. It was thick and soft and was fun to sit and read on while you skimmed through some of the old books you have lying around.
GRAB PEN==
You do as you are commanded and grab your favorite pen. It is all metallic and futuristic and also has a green end to it. Really it could be a little more sonic, but since that technology doesn't exist, due to you know . . . physics, you will have to settle for pointing it at things and making a sonic noise.
ALLOCATE PEN TO STRIFE SPECTIBUS==
You and your plot relevant actions. Alright, alright, you allocate your pen into your pen kind specious and then insist on doing frivolous activities.
GRAB MORE PENS==
Excellent, you captchalog two of the other pens around and put them in your SUPER GRIP FETCH MODUS. Carefully you wind your curly hair into a bun and stick the two pens in it to hold its place. There now you have your fetch modus is active. You love your fetch modus because it's really easy to use so long as whatever you're trying to find isn't really small, or a bobby pin. Then they get lost, and you have to search for them. Other than that, everything miniaturizes to fit into your bun. Well there is another downside. You always have to have something to pin your hair up or everything will fall out of your hair. And you can't really put anything sticky in your fetch modus or you have to spend grueling hours in the shower trying to get it out.
DEPLOY GAME==
WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU ABOUT PLOT RELEVANT ACTIONS?
OPEN PESTER CHUM==
No.
….. GO DOWNSTAIRS AND GET A SNACK?==
Are you asking me or ordering me?
GO DOWNSTAIRS AND GET A GOD DAMNED SNACK==
Much better.
SWITCH TO A MORE REASONABLE METHOD OF STORY TELLING WHILE YOU'RE AT IT==
Darn, you were just getting the hand of this action thing.
You exit your room and proceed down the cold stone stairs that lead into the normal portion of your house. Your actual house is situated right against a cliff face next to the ocean. Ages ago one of your family members dug back and up into the cliff to build ridiculous secret tombs for exploring. Come to think of it, your room used to be a treasure room. The first time you had discovered the secret passage way in the wall panel of your kitchen you had wondered around for hours before coming to what is now your room. Your grandma says that her grandma built it because she has a love of exploring and mystery, and myth. You think you would have loved to meet your grandma's grandma. Though maybe one second thought that wouldn't be such a good idea. Your grandmother comes from a mafia family as was actually the oldest child of the boss of one of the most fearsome gangsters of the era. You forget what his name was, but you think your great granddad's name might have been Al something. He went to prison on an island that's all you know.
You don't know a lot actually, due to the fact that you're home schooled and your grandmother is a mafia boss's daughter. She doesn't really believe that you need to go to be well rounded academically. That's pretty much why all you know is about three years of algebra, a fairly comprehensive amount of biology, some theoretical chemistry and physics, basic world history and a thorough understanding of ancient Greek and Latin history. Actually you're kind of a fanatic when it comes to Greek and Latin history, especially Greek history. Greek myths are probably the best thing ever.
The heavy wooden door at the end of the stairs creek as you force it to open into the great big circular room. Other doors line the walls of the room, their heavy identical heavy oak looking strangely like a series of cookies, the black bolts like chocolate chips. Wow you are a lot hungrier than you thought. Your door is the farthest to the right and is situated at about twenty minutes past if the main entrance is situated at 6. Footsteps echo off the high circular ceiling as you cross into the tunnel. It starts out tall enough, but by the time you reach about three fourths of the way through, you're on your hands and knees. Being as tall as you are it's just that awkward height where you can't quite crouch. A single good shove and the kitchen panel swings out.
Your kitchen is fabulously old. It looks just like one would expect a grandmother's kitchen to look like. The awful wall paper is your favorite part. So few people even have wall paper in their kitchen any more.
The sound of a shot gun draws your attention to the door. Through the little window of the kitchen you can see through the living room and to your large grandmother, clad in a yellow dress and big brown combat boots. She carries her shot gun with her like a soldier in war.
"These punks can't read." She says to you gruffly before she trudges into the kitchen and sets the gun down on the table. It was a joke with the local high school and college kids that there was a crazy old woman living in an old house. Playing chicken was a fun game when it came to entering her property despite the fact that there's a clear sign that says 'trespassers will be shot'. It usually ended with them running away with their tail between their legs or a bullet somewhere non lethal. You were also somewhat of a legend. A few of the locals will catch a glimpse of you high in your bedroom window and think you're a ghost. You never leave the house or really go into the house any farther than the kitchen so it makes some sense.
The old woman heaves herself into a chair and lets out a muffled sigh. The timer in the oven goes off.
"Muffins done." She says. You light up, muffins are your favorite. Not just any muffins either, cornbread muffins. She makes them for your birthday every year and Christmas. You nearly dance over to the oven and take the pan out gently with your oven mitts. Carefully you take two out and place them on tea trays before bringing the two plates over to the table. Then you grab the tea cups from the cabinet and fill yours with water and your grandmother's with milk. The two of you sit silently and munch on your muffins.
Suddenly your grandmother whips the shot gun out and fires a shot right over your head. Behind you there's a violent hissing and thrashing sound. A large python falls from the counter and wriths on the floor before dying. As a side effect of having an ancient tome in part of your house, odd animals seem to find their way into the normal part of your house. Mostly it's just large snakes, but sometimes it's large rats or lizards. Once or twice a year you find a crocodile but your grandmother always manages to magically transport them into one of the underground rivers.
She leaves the snake on the floor to take care of later. You don't say anything for a while, but the snake behind you sends weird chills up your back. You don't really like snakes, ever since a viper nearly killed you in your sleep when you were little.
Your grandmother makes another lighting fast move, but this time instead of grabbing the gun she whips out a long box from nowhere. After holding it for a few seconds she sets it down in front of you and stirs her milk. Tentatively you open it to reveal a xiphos, a standard issue sword of the Greek infantry. It was only used as a secondary weapon when it came to infantry, but a long spear would be a bit impractical.
You stand up brandishing the sword and performing a few basic fencing moves. Fencing was the closest thing you have to PE at your home school. It was fairly light, and a decent length, about two feet in length. You smile at your grandmother and give her a quick thank you and a peck on the cheek before you resheath it and attach it to your waist.
Maneuvering though the tunnel is a little bit more difficult with the sword strapped to your side, but it wasn't so bad. Once back in your room you find that you are bored.
CHECK PESTERCHUM==
I thought you said you weren't going to do this anymore?
I'M THE NARATOR. I DO WHAT I FUCKING WANT
Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a knot.==
SOMEONE'S PESTERING YOU==
So now it's okay to move the plot forward? Hypocrite.
As the slightly rude voice aforementioned, you have a notice on pester chum. You swiftly open it up and reply to your contact.
curiousDoodler [CD] began pestering athenianChampion [AC]
CD: Hey happy birthday!
CD: It's your birthday, happy birthday
CD: . . . are you off exploring again?
CD: We need to talk, hurry up and return from your adventure!
athenianChampion [AC] began pestering curiousDoodler [CD]
AC: I was not off exploring
AC: if you so care to know I was getting my birthday present, a real xiphos
CD: I love how you say that like I know what it is
AC: It's a sword, about 25 inches in length and used as a secondary weapon when the Greek infantry had thrown/lost their spear.
AC: Don't mention what we need to talk about by the way; I already know what it is
CD: So is that a yes?
AC: You know how much I disapprove of it
CD: Can't you just put your differences aside for the benefit for the group?
AC: . . .
AC: Do we really have to talk about this on my birthday?
CD: Please, pretty please with a cherry on top! I know you don't like PC, but he means well.
CD: Plus this game could get us all together from what he's said.
AC: I still don't approve of your friendship with PC, I find him somewhat unsavory
AC: But, I think I can look past that if you really believe that it could give us a chance to close the distance and join each other face to face.
CD: Yay!
CD: So you two will work out the plan? It'll be good for you!
AC: Excuse me, but when was this decided?
CD: Well it is your birthday, and you're kind of the most mature of our group
CD: I just thought it would be a good idea for you to go first
CD: I mean you don't have to if you don't want to
AC: No, no, it's fine.
AC: I just wasn't expecting to go first
AC: What is the name of this game again?
CD: It's called Sburb: Gamma
AC: Gamma?
AC: I don't recall there being previous releases. Gamma is the third letter in the Greek alphabet, after Alpha, and Beta.
CD: There weren't any that I can remember. . .
CD: Maybe there was something wrong with it so they had to pull the game before it screwed over the players
AC: Hm, well regardless of whether or not there were any predecessors, I suppose its time for me to contact your beau
CD: We're just friends!
AC: If you say so
athenianChampion [AC] ceased pestering curiousDoodler [CD]
curiousDoodler [CD] ceased pestering athenianChampion [AC]
Well that's it, thanks for reading and what not.