This is my latest muse. As you can see, I went through a story purge of the stories I plan to keep on hold for a long, long while. Anyway, lately I've been playing Altair's Chronicles and Assassin's Creed 2 (long story) and decided that, "HEY! My friends Kattie, Alex, Asian (he calls himself that, no idea why he insists) and I could go to Renaissance Italy and kick some butt!" Then came the problem that our powers are rather annoying at times, so we have basically no problems in anything. Then came this; I didn't put humor down as a genre, because it's more of an adventure, despite the fact that those three are the most hilarious friends a girl could have! Any humor is just there.
WereCat: Finally! I'm updating something! How about…. Eeny, meeny, miny-
Asian: I WANT TO SAY IT!
WereCat: *startled* Okay… Go ahead Asian.
Asian: WereCat the Assassino doesn't own Assassin's Creed 2 or Big Bang Theory. She does, in fact, own a Xbox 360, but not the company that makes it. Hey I just realized! You changed your username for this didn't you?
WereCat: *grins* Yup.
…..
"Come on Alex! You've been playing that all day!" whined WereCat. It was true, she had been on it all day. Earlier that day in the outpost the four friends called "home", Alex had found that she was bored and decided that it was as a good time as any to raid WereCat's closet since she was out hunting (or order pizza). Inside that (very messy)place, she found a bag labeled "WereCat's Videogame Bag". Excited, she rummaged through till she found the Game. It was in pristine condition, despite the fact WereCat played it all the time. Not a single scratch, the cover was perfect.
Smiling, she inserted the disc into the console, Xbox 360 to be exact, and the smile broadened as the opening credits played after she selected story mode.
"My name is Desmond Miles. I'm a prisoner of war, a war I never knew existed, waged by two groups I never thought were real. Templars and Assassins. The Animus showed me the Truth. The things I've seen, the things I've been. A thousand years of history flowing through my veins brought to life by this machine. They're using me, using me to search for something. They call it the "Apple". It's an artifact, one of many so called, "Pieces of Eden". The Templars collect them, it's how the stay in power. If the Templars get their hands on another one of them, everything will change!
"They want to make all of us their slaves! When they first brought me here, I was afraid of what would happen if I fought back. Now, huh, now I'm afraid of what will happen if I don't. But I can't do it alone… and maybe I don't have to. I've met someone, her name is Lucy. I think she's on my side. She's gone now, taken away by that jerk, Warren Vidic, and his Templar masters. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or what will happen to me! All I know is that I need to get out of here! I need to do it soon. My name is Desmond Miles, and this is my story."
Alex squealed with delight as she took out a guard from behind. "TAKE THAT TEMPLAR!" The "end of memory sequence" was on the screen. "WOOOOO!" Kattie smirked at WereCat behind Alex's back. She had just one a game of "rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock" against WereCat for the next turn. "Why can't I play? It's my game!" WereCat whined, again. Kattie rolled her eyes. "That's what you get for picking lizard!" Kattie turned back toward the TV, smirking happily, as WereCat muttered about "not understanding the rules".
Suddenly, the game froze up. "What the heck is this?" yelled Alex. She ran over to the console.
"Maybe it overheated?" suggested Kattie.
The door banged open loudly as a tannish, black-haired boy of Chinese looking descent came in. "The awesome one is home, ladies!" he yelled as he walked in. "Asian!" they yelled and ran to hug their friend. "I have the sodas for our fridge! What have you guys been doing?" he asked.
"Playing a stupid game!" Alex huffed and kicked the Xbox for effect. (Sorry, couldn't help it.)
Suddenly, the room burst with white light, temporarily blinding the four friends.
