Chapter 1:
Berlin, Germany, May 18.
In a room was a sixteen year-old male by the name of Sven Hovern. This boy was the son of the police chief in the city, and was very interested in keeping the law himself. Currently, Sven was tuning his electric guitar, lounging in a navy blue bean bag chair. Sven had platinum blonde hair with red streaks in it, a pale complexion spare for freckles dusting his cheeks, nose, and shoulders. On a normal day, he wears a black tank top with an angry skull on the front, short navy blue shorts, and black and navy blue white-laced cons. The teen bore snake bites, barbells in both ears, 2-guage plugs, and a tongue stud. Today just happened to be the day he and his friends, Blood, Neon, and Vio would launch the Sburb Delta game! Though, something seemed odd about it, something foreboding.
Then, his phone went off, a chum was pestering him! Or, so he thought.
monochromeHeart [MH] began pestering technoTerror [TT] at 9:20 AM!
MH: Hey there! I see you've gotten the client disc for Sburb Delt !
TT: who are you?
MH: I c n't tell you yet! Well, other th n th t I'm going to be your Server Pl yer!
TT: wait, are you saying that none of my friends have a server disk?
MH: Yup! But don't worry, Sven! You re ll in s fe h nds!
TT: how do you even know my name?!
MH: I did my rese rch on you nd the others! I promise you, I'm not creep!
TT: …
TT: i… i oddly trust you.
TT: don't betray it.
MH: I promise I won't! Now, pop your disc in, nd run the softw re!
monochromeHeart ceased pestering technoTerror at 9:30 am!
The German ran a hand through his hair. "Just who was that….?" He sighed, then began strumming his strings, and smiled, and acoustically played Waidmannshiel. He put heeding the mystery chum on hold for a little bit. Then, there came a soft hissing from his door, and he smiled, going over to open it. "Hey there, Ludwig!" The slender, slithering green tree python merely coiled about his foot, a standard 'hug' greeting he always gave his human companion. Sven went back to his guitar, and began jamming out with his snake swaying slightly, enjoying the rhythmic sound waves touching his senses.
Then his phone went off again, a chum pestering him once more.
eccentricBookworm [EB] began pestering technoTerror [TT] at 9:35!
EB: Captain, I understand that you were pestered by our mystery chum, correct?
TT: yeah, how'd you know?
EB: Intuition.
EB: Anyways, I suspect you're strumming away at your guitar instead of running the program?
TT: ….
TT: i swear you and Neo have cameras in my house or something!
EB: I surely wouldn't stoop that low to know about your daily dealings.
EB: And Neo is quite the odd little nymph, isn't she?
TT: yeah, and lately she's being more cryptic than usual.
TT: i guess you're running your disk right now?
EB: Indeed. I've been dying to know what this game is all about!
TT: Hell yeah!
Sven pops in his disk, awaiting Vio's response.
EB: I see you and the girls are all set up! Now, I guess we wait?
TT: what do you mean?
EB: We're client players, so we technically can't do anything until we are given directions by
TT: …?
TT: by what?
TT: VIO?
eccentricBookworm [EB] lost connection with technoTerror [TT] at 9:45 am!
"Scheiße!" Sven began fretting, then, there was a very heavy thud coming from the living room, and the German grabbed his mini chainsaw, and went to investigate.
"Was zum Teufel ist das?!" The navy-clad teen stood staring in confusion at a platform with a wheel, tube, and an eerie timer, saying he had little over five ours, counting down. "I don't like the looks of this—" Then, a pillow was tossed at his head, then his phone went off again.
monochromeHeart [MH] began pestering technoTerror [TT] at 10:00 am!
MH: Sven, I need you to turn th t wheel nd then hit the lid with something he vy!
TT: what
TT: WHY?!
MH: Do you trust me, Sven?
TT: yes I do
MH: Then d ok y?
MH: lso, we'll need to get you better communic tor device.
MH: Th t little thing's prob bly going to jump out of your syll dex like frightened we sel if you're not c reful!
TT: what
TT: never mind, just tell me what I need to do next!
MH: Did you do the thing yet?
Sven didn't do the thing yet. He turned the wheel as instructed, and noticed an orange thing peeking in between the lid and the main tube.
TT: okay this thing isn't opening any farther!
MH: Th t's how it's supposed to be! Now WH CK it!
Sven looked around, then found his father's sledge hammer, grabbed it, got a chair to stand on, then raised the hammer into the air, then brought it down harshly with a rebel yell. The lid popped off, orange tube following it, then a flashing…. Thing of the same color.
TT: Oh für die Liebe von
TT: alright, what the hell is this bullshit?
MH: This device is cruxtruder, the cylinder is cruxite dowel, nd the fl shing thing chittering t you is your kernel sprite!
TT: …
TT: what am I supposed to do with it?
MH: You need to c ptch log the dowel, then find two things to prototype the kernel with!
TT: …
TT: prototype?
MH: Put two things into the sprite to ch nge it. nything works, just don't put ny god-like cre tures in it!
TT: okay
"Huh…. What should I use, then?" The German looked around, then found a fossilized scorpion in amber, and tossed it at the kernel, hitting it. With a burst of light, the sprite now looked like a scorpion in a little orange ball. "Weird." Then, Sven picked up a statuette of an eight-headed serpent form Japanese lore, shrugged, and tossed it at the sprite too, hitting it again. With another flash of light, the sprite was now a scorpion with eight snake heads in an orange ball.
MH: Sven, wh t the hell did you prototype th t thing with?
TT: a scorpion and a snake statue?
TT: what's wrong with that?
MH: I TOLD YOU NOT TO USE GOD-LIKE CRE TURES! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WH T TH T EIGHT HE DED HELL SN KE IS?
TT: no?
MH: T OROCHI! SERPENT S ID TO H VE SL UGHTERED L RGE POPUL TION OF CELESTI LS IN J P NESE LORE, ND COULD ONLY BE DEFE TED BY M TER SU, THE SUN GOD!
TT: Scheiße!
MH: Ok y, new pl n: I'm going to m ke sure no one else
MH: FUCKING HELL!
TT: what now?!
MH: Blood prototyped fiery piked owl, Vio prototyped t xidermied lion nd h wk, then Neon prototyped n ngel st tue nd Cerberus plushie.
MH: Looks like I'm going to need to find rtif cts nd F ST. Multit sking is not thin do pp rently.
TT: lovely.
TT: I trusted you
MH: Don't lose hope yet! We c n fix this! It'll be p in in the ss, but it will be fixed nd no one will get hurt!
TT: …
TT: why is it hard not to believe you?
MH: Bec use you're the M ge of Blood! Your cl ss nd spect prevent you from m king b d bonds!
TT: holy shit
TT: wait
TT: what's your class and aspect or whatever?
MH: Depends on who I've t lked to l st. If I spoke to the Golem of Hope, I'm the Seer of Hope, if I spoke to the Golem of Doom, I'm the Seer of Doom, nd l stly, if I spoke to the Golem of Sp ce, I'm the Rogue of Sp ce! nd l st night I spoke to the Sp ce Golem!
TT: wait
TT: why do you have three?
MH: You'll le rn soon enough, Sven. I'll tell you nd the others when we ll meet f ce-to-f ce!
TT: alright
TT: okay, you dropped more stuff in my house didn't you?
MH: Yes I did, use the c rd on the punch designix next to the totem l the, punch the c rd, put the sh ped totem on the lchemiter sc nning p d, then hit go!
TT: you mean the card on this keyboard thing?
MH: YES!
MH: Then type in the code on the b ck of the c rd into the m chine, put the c rd in, then press enter! Jeez, I didn't think ll this inventory-b sed g me progression could be confusing. From now on, I'm giving these stupid things e sy n mes.
TT: good idea.
Sven did as he was told, punching the card, carving the totem, then taking the totem to the alchemiter. After he pressed 'GO!', there was a bright flash of light, then there was an orange guitar, that looked super sweet, but it was unplayable. "What the hell is this shit?"
MH: Sm sh it like the pros do it!
The German looked at the sick guitar, then shrugged, held it by the neck as he swung it upward, then with a rocker yell, he smashed it, sending him to the Medium, to the Land of Briars and Scales.
End of Chapter 1
