Sword Art Online : The Art of Online

by azmontague

SAO is a game. Indeed, A game. But a game of death. A game built of thousands of swords and stones.Each swords are the humans who once walked over the world of Aincrad, and each stone is an obstacle to them. Slice them clean or be broken. Shatter them to pieces or be shattered. Or be one and slice all of them to a thousand pieces of rubble. One sword will not last long enough.

1. Chapter 1

SAO

A dome. A Flying Building. A floating Castle. Or anything you can use to describe.

The man with the surname Kayaba had done it, and he'd done it without breaking much of a sweat himself. Of course, such man was both to be feared and admired, wasn't it? Built a hundred floor, created textures, voiced sounds, meshing the colors, he could instantly capture the very eyes of mortal mens watching. And that very instant also, mortal man praised him silently.

Aincrad is the garden. The garden of everything remotely possible and infinite possibilities to match up to the owner of the garden itself. The man himself must be very proud of his own works, happily sharing to everyone the very vines and roots the garden grew out. Beautifully crafted to the finest detail and retaining on forever like immortals, is the perfect inscription of a diamond. Shining brightly and clearly to the eyes its beauty.

Unfortunately, the diamond isn't only possessing beauty. It possessed a much more original use before humans had set eyes on their kind. That property of them is the ability to cut through everything butter lucidly. Even better, it can cut through themselves, earning the title of the 'Sharpest' in the world history of elements.

And that is the very definition Aincrad works on. Sharp, hard, and brittle. Crumbling a little to crumble away others. Chipping away the lives of people one by one, slowly, gently, and peacefully. A machine that chips away the very soul of humanity. She, Aincrad, know nothing of human feelings. She wasn't taught how to feel this 'thing'. It is just scrupulous coding that the legendary man surnamed created to accommodate his 'playthings' so that he could just have fun with them.

Fun. Such a horrible desire to describe it, but yes. Just pure fun. Without any taint of greed, jealousy and money, but full of emptiness and vastness in it. As hollow as a cocoon, yet as beautiful as the silk covering it, it drew nothing but a fake sense of warmth and security momently for the mortals inside his world. They have to play his rules and die, and keep dying again so that he can feel the potent. No…that shouldn't be it. It should be THEM to feel how potent the system could be. Trying to live and dying in the process. Dwelling themselves to the Darwinist theory to live. They should feel how it is to be like to be inside that.

Simply implying, they should grow up. Stop being a coward and fight, so that they could free themselves from the relenting gardener. Fight for their own lives like warriors, as gallant as knights, as prideful as a hero. Live fearfully, cower cowardly yet die mercifully and chivalrously to motivate the weak. The strong will be consumed earlier, and the weak will turn into strong. The last strongest ones will consume the rule itself, and free everyone under its curse.

Just one thing in his list that completes the game is a helmet. Ridiculously drafted and named by him, it serves as the bullet. The bullet for Aincrad and SAO to work. And when time comes, the helmet will serve it purpose, doing the dirty work for him.

AN:

Sorry for the ridiculous start that everyone god damn knows already. I just started and my story plan is a little bit confused. But it would be something new. A POV very different to the current SAO category. Not just throwing in new teens trying to clear the story, but giving a little actual story for the antagonist and the protagonist later on.