Authors Note: First I would like to apologise for my mistake last chapter, for those of you that may have noticed, drake was weilding the post-hardmode phasesaber, while I meant to write the pre-hardmode phaseblade.
Second, my update schedual is inconclusive, I just kinda put in updates whenever it gets done, with about 2-3 revisions of previous chapters in between new chapter posts.
Third, if you didnt notice already, the previous chapter got a revision update bedfore I posted this one, the size of the first chapter was more than doubled so make sure you check that out or else this won't make sense.
Anyway, enjoy the story, I was working on it litteraly all day so I hope you like it, and I hope you have a wonderful day,
On to the story.
Chapter2: Revelations
As I arrived in my house, I was struck with a sudden feeling of curiosity,
I wondered what this game had in store for me now that it had become my new reality.
I slowly but restlessly made my way up the stairs and into my room, hoping that my comuter hadn't taken any serious damage.
At first glance the computer seemed nearly unharmed, aside from a small crack in the upper left corner of the monitor, it was in the same condition as it'd been the last time I used it.
Booting it up, i noted that it took far longer than usual to power on, despite having power from my backup generator
Just as I thought it was going to remain unresponsive, it ummed to life, its various parts sputtering, then springing into motion.
As the login screen was presented to me, I quickly entered in my password from muscle memory, the computer responding and transfering to the desktop almost instantly.
Searching through my shortcuts to various other games i had, rust, subnautica, EVE Online, I could not seem to find that of Terraria.
Desperate and grasping at straws, I decided to conduct a comupter wide search from the file explorer, hoping to find the executable and activate it directly.
Typing " " into the search bar, I waited for what seemed like an hour before the executable finally came up as a result.
With litle hessitance, I gave it a quick double click, and the game started up moments later.
But instead of the ususal start menu, I was greeted by the guide sprite in the center of my screen, and some text-based diologue,
Guide: "Greetings player, you have been selected for a massive worldwide event!"
I clicked the screen as is the standard RPG trobe for continuing diologue, and the guide spoke once more.
Guide: "You are now capable of testing your metal in the ultimate Hardcore Experience, Tera-Earth."
"Excuse me?", I stated outloud, not buying whatever this thing was trying to sell me.
I clicked the screen again
Guide: "Please standby while your "In Game Avatar" is digitised for character selection."
Conroy: "EXCUSE ME!?"
I was enveloped in a bright white light, emenating from my monitor, it momentarilly blinding me. Once my vision cleared, I found myself in what looked like a scene from The Matrix, lines of code whizzed by my floating body, as I was greeted with a character selection menu in front of me.
Guide Voice: "Player, please use your physical body to select from your currently saved list of characters."
Reluctantly, in accoredance with the Guide's instruction, I reached out my hand and selected my character.
Guide Voice: "You have selected, "C-Roy", Please standby while your equipment is transferred to your new avatar, please note that your "In Game Inventory" can be accessed with a simple hand jesture."
Guide voice: "Also you will notice that certain parts of the world contain different biomes and different levels of difficulty.
From the beginning of the game, to post-moonlord monsters, the difficulty will be determined not by individual bosses defeated, but by the area a player inhabits."
A screen appeared in front of me, with the image of a pair of hands being spread away from eachother, fingers together with thumbs pointing inward, aswell as a loading icon.
I assumed that this was a demonstration of the hand gesture they mentioned earlier.
Guide Voice: "Processing complete, player, brace yourself for transfer."
Conroy: "Wait... WHAAAAAAAA?"
I was engulfed with the blinding light once more, I was standing in a sheer white plane of nothingness for a full two minutes, then the world materialised around me.
Finding myself simply standing in my room next to my computer, I reached out my hand to grab the mouse, but upon seeing my hand, I found that it was encased in what looked like Tungsten Armor.
I found it quite the sensation that I could see this armor, but not feel it, or feel any extra weight, in fact I felt lighter than usual.
I found myself recalling the words of the guide, "the ultimate hardcore experience huh?" I said to myself.
"I guess that means I only get one life. THATS SO MESSED UP! WHAT WERE THESE SADISTIC JACKASSES THINKING!?"
I Exclaimed to the heavens, finding myself infuriated at the concept of these men, introdusing monsters into a world where death is still perminant, sick, absolutely sick.
"I mean sure, maybe people like me who've played the game before have a fighting chance, but for those who haven't, they'll be slaughterted like cattle."
Images filled my thoughts, of the horrific fates that would befall unwitting civillians with no way to defend themselves.
Swallowed whole by World Feeders, disintigrated by Gastropods, Having their entrails ripped out by Chaos Elementals, the thoughts made me physically sick, to the point where I had to hold my breath to keep from vomiting.
The thought occured to me finally, "Now What?" where do I go, what do I do, how are we supposed to survive, how do we win?
As the endless questions filled my mind, I was broken from my trance like state by a knock at the door.
"Crap thats probobly Steph and Drake, wondering how my "Transfer" went."
I decided to take off my helmet in order to talk to them, but upon attempting this it wouldnt budge, Then the thought occured to try using my inventory GUI.
I made the hand gesture displayed by the guide, the inventory appearing between my spread out hands.
I then touched my helmet icon and my helment teleported off of my head and into my hand, i then touched an empty inventory slot, the helmet dematerialised from my hand and a tungsten helmet icon appeared in the once empty inventory slot.
I heard the knock once more, and quickly made my way downstairs, opening the door to find Stephanie, Drake, and a man with green hair whom I didn't know standing there.
Conroy: "Hey guys, who's this?"
Drake: "Oh yeah, we just met up with him on our way here, Roy this is Victor, apparently he's rocking a post-moonlord character, and he was using weapons I hadn't even heard of to prove it."
Victor had long green messy hair, wearing a black shirt with a green skull on it and some baggy jeans, he seemed less than well built, being a bit lanky, thin, and a bit short in stature. With a relaxed, hunched over posture and a blank emotionless expression to match.
Victor: "Hello, I assume you're the "Conroy" that Stephanie mentioned, I'm Victor and prefer to be refered to as such, no nicknames please."
He seems a bit... off, he comes off as having some kind of god complex, at least it's as though he feels above all of us.
After saying this they all come inside and we settle in what's left of my living room, having several holes in the floor and ceiling from my earlier altercation.
I lay out how my day went, Drake, Stephanie, and Victor all do the same, stephanie's is by far the least interesting.
Drake: "I woke up at around 9:30AM, everything was going normal, I got dressed, ate, and took out the trash, that was until I got on my computer and tried to boot up Terraria.
Victor: "The same goes for me, although I just went straight for my computer the moment I was coherant enough to stand."
Drake: " When the guide layed everything out, I didnt like it at all, none of this is fair to the poor souls who don't play the game."
Victor: "For all I care, they can all die, the world around us is a cruel place that rejects gaming and all of internet culture, that kind of ignorence is inexcuable."
Conroy: "Woah man, that's a little harsh!"
Drake: "Yeah, they may not agree with your lifestyle, but that doesn't mean they deserved to die!"
"This guy just gets weirder and weirder, is he some kinda phsychopath?" I thought to myself, feeling highly disturbed and borderlined offended by Victor's comment.
Drake is clearly even more put off than me by the statement, looking at Victor with a luigi death stare.
Victor: *looking at drake* "If that is your pittiful attempt at intimidation than just stop, you might just get me to show you how it's really done, you wouldn't like that much."
Victor says this with a completely straight face and a drone, unwavering voice. He had succesfuly freaked me out, but Drake just scoffed it off, clearly more annoyed with him than anything else.
Conroy: "So you guys mentioned you met on the way here, care to share how that went down?"
Drake: "Sure, so we met about half way here, me and Steph had encountered a group of at least 12 Corruptors so we were in a pretty bad spot."
*Flashback*
Perspective: Drake
"Come at me you glorified flying leeches!" I said as I jumped straight for one of the Corrupters, Phaseblade first.
I impacted the creature and penetrated directly through, only to be struck with a slimeball from another corrupter upon exiting,
I plummeted to the ground nearly breaking my leg on impact, now surounded I deflected shot after shot from the creatures, but my injured leg was beginning to get the better of me.
Just as I thought they would breach my defenses, a massive beam of rainbow colored energy emerged from the horison, killing every last one of them instantly
I was releived that the creatures were dead, but I couldn't let my gaurd down yet, as this savior may pose an even larger threat.
Knowing this yet being unable to fight, I simply waited.
The stranger immerged from the sun as a silhouete, then I saw him wearing a set of purple mage robes, with glowing purple eyes, riding on some kind of flying pig-fish
*Flashback End*
Perspective: Conroy
Victor: "Its called a Cute Fishron and Nebula Armor."
Drake: "Thank You Victor" *under his breath* "Know it all."
Conroy: "Why arent you wearing any armor right now anyway? If we get jumped you'll get one-shot."
Victor: "I am wearing Familiar Clothing in my vanity slots."
Conroy: "You're wearing what in the what?"
Victor: "How do you play Terraria exacly?"
Conroy: "I spend like 40% of my time mining, 50% building, and 10% fightning."
Victor: "And exactly how may hours do you have?"
Conroy: "How am I supposed to keep track of that?"
Victor just looks at me in disbeleif asthough he's mentally shaking his head and facepalming at the same time.
Victor: "Dear god, I'm surrounded by noobs."
I was about to retort, but drake interrupts, keeping me in line as-per-ususal
Drake: "Well I think thats enough for today, lets turn in, we can figure out what to do with ourselves tomorrow."
Everyone just kind of agreed, not having any complaints about some sleep.
With that we all went to sleep, Drake sleeping in the guest bed, Victor on the couch, and Stephanie with me.
The world awaiting us at dawn.
/End Chapter 2/
