The Cliche Aside....
Me: Well, I'm glad it's finally underway. Don't you look forward to what happens next?
Subconscious: Oh sure, I can't wait to read the third story you're probably not gonna finish...
Me: That's it, I'm shovin a pencil down my ear again when I'm done with this chapter.
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Chapter 2- Character Without Definition
The sirens blared in the background, as an ambulance flew by now paused cars, allowing the passage of saviors. Rio was one to take his time walking home, he didn't like the idea of being in a rush. He took things one step at a time, calm and collective his attitude and expression was deceivingly cold looking. He never gave much thought to the reaction that other people drew from it, he felt it was him, and he had no desire to change it. Rio finally entered the front door of his house, the average sized home for the average sized family. He recognized his mother's car in the driveway, revealing to him that she was home, he was still trying to figure out a nice way to say he tanked a History test. He placed his backpack on the floor, trying to make his way towards his room inconspicuously.
Surprisingly enough he had made it to his room unnoticed by his mother. The bedroom was that of a normal teenage boy, a desk, a bed, a little table, and a computer sitting in the corner of the room. The walls were a plain white, dressed with a poster or two, mostly that of which when he was younger. Rio took a look towards the computer, next to it was a headset, and an 8 button analog control. The software was packed away with the other two items. His curiosity grew as he stared at the paper bag makeshift door to another plane of existence.
Before starting that however, Rio pulled from under the mattress of his bed, a small notebook, filled with image laden words, none of which connecting with each other. He jotted down the words spilling from his mind, very important in keeping them as accurate as possible, for they were very important to him. Inside this notebook, were sheltered the dreams of Rio, as well as his greatest joy. As the pen struck the paper, he felt lifted with every syllable that took form from the ink. In this most current entry, he described in vivid detail his walk home, catching every moment, every emotion. The wailing of the ambulance siren, the stinging on his cheek, and the anticipation of something new.
Each word was poetry in the form of narration, the sentences he constructed seemed suitable to be placed in a best-selling novel. To Rio however, each sentence he composed were merely scenes, setting and emotionless background. He felt no personality, no substance, and most importantly no soul within any of the pages he wrote. With this realization, his intentions of The World come to light.
With his entry into his notebook completed, Rio finally decided it was time to log on to The World, installing the software, as well as the hardware, which included a very confining set of visors, and headset. Along side them came the controls, that he took with his hands. Ready and determined, the buzzing computer had begun to process the newly installed game. The only online game supported by ALTIMIT was about to have a new user.
* * * * * *
A glimmer of yellow circled columns surrounded a newfound young Blademaster, one very peculiar looking, but then again, in The World, nothing is out of the ordinary. The young man had a normal looking appearance. A long sleeve gray shirt, with green trim at the end of the sleeves. The neck area was slightly wider however, and it reached to his chin. With navy blue pants and shoes, he seemed like any other character in The World. However there were characteristics that made him unique. The most noticeable one were his eyes. Always closed, they hid all emotoin, his face was unreadable, and impossible to try and explain. The Blademaster took his sword in hand, and stared at it, seemingly perplexed. He beat it against the cement floor a few times, seemingly just for kicks. After he exercised that option, the planted the sword onto the ground, to use it like a walking stick... only to have the blade slip on the ground beneath him, causing him to fall flat on his back. Not a very graceful introduction into this world, but he didn't dwell on it. He holstered his sword once again, and took a good look at the city around him.
The city was very quiet and serene. The stones gave the sound of a comforting thud with every step he took. It looked very classical, coming from a middle age fairy tale. The one thing that remained constant was the ever flowing sound of water. It ran along the center of the town, seeming to never end. The pace was constant, and serene.
The young Blademaster made his way to what was a bridge, and just stared down the shallow river that made its way across the city. Something he did notice that seemed kind of a odd was a small boat, seemingly unable to fit more than three, maybe four people, was planted on boards. The boat seemed to have no signs of life in it whatsoever, and the stationary figure reminded him of a memorial, or just plain memory.
Pulling himself off of the rails of the bridge, the young Blademaster made his way back to the Chaos Gate from whence he had come earlier, with the objective of trying to understand how to play this game. He knew that he had to enter a Key Word to go to a field, so he just picked three random words, and so it was decided. "Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground" would be the first place he would explore. With the key words announced, the golden circle columns once again surrounded the Blademaster, as he prepared to experience The World for the first time.
When the Blademaster first arrived to the field, it wasn't what he expected it to be. He was under the assumption that he would be in an area crawling with digitally designed monsters for him to kill. Instead he found himself on a bridge with only one destination. It let to a cathedral, and that's all it led to. There were no other options to take in this very limited world. With no other Player Characters in sight, he saw no other option than to make his way to the cathedral. The doors opened, and the building he entered was very confining. While he didn't play video games, he had a feeling that something like this wasn't very normal.
Staring down the center of the cathedral however, he finally saw what looked like another character, not moving, just staring at the statue that lay in the center of the room. The statue was that of a girl with long flowing hair wrapped in chains. There was an inscription on the bottom, but he didn't take the time to read it, because in the instant he stared down the statue, the second character turned to him, weapon drawn.
"Who are you to sneak up on someone's back? You wanna fight or somethin?" The character held a dagger in each hand. He believed they were called Twin Blades. With the daggers staring him down, he felt it necessary to stick up his hands.
"Hey now, I'm not looking for any trouble. You wouldn't pick on a lowly newbie now would you?" He had remembered the word from a previous conversation. His response seemed appealing to the Twin Blade, as he lowered his weapons.
"A newbie huh? Well let me be the first to tell you that walking so slowly and quietly behind someone is very suspect in The World. Other's would have just killed you on the spot, lucky for you I have more restraint."
"Yea, lucky me. This game is much more complicated than I thought."
"Heh, you seem alright." The Twin Blade took on a more different, seemingly friendly attitude now. "So what name do you go by in this game?"
"I like to call myself Fanchon. I would like you to call me Fanchon as well." The Blademaster identified as Fanchon then gave a lighthearted smile. "So what is your name?"
"Me? Well, that's none of your damn business now isn't it?" The Twin Blade then returned the smile to Fanchon. "But since you were nice enough to give me your name, I'm known as Orion." After he finished his sentence, Orion then took a close look at Fanchon, noticing something strange.
"Is there something wrong?" Fanchon had noticed Orion staring at him, and was slightly perplexed.
"What's with your eyes?"
"What do you mean?"
"They're closed?"
"I know...."
"They've been closed the whole time I've been talking to you."
"I would assume they'd be."
"So why the hell are they always closed?"
"Does it matter?"
After the slight interrogation by Orion, he turned away from Fanchon, once again facing the statue front and center of the cathedral. The small glimmers of light entered the building, was the only sign of grace that existed inside the stone walls. For a place of prayer and worship, the cathedral had seemed forsaken and mundane, a place where no god would want to hear prayers from. The designers of this area did a fine job in detail. Orion then turned his head to once again address Fanchon.
"Someone with closed eyes is very hard to read. You can't tell who they are, what they are feeling, and most importantly, you can't tell if you can trust them or not. You lack definition I find it very hard to turn my back on someone like you. I don't know why you would design your character like that." Orion's somewhat philosophical commentary on Fanchon's character was slightly insulting, but Fanchon had appreciated the honesty he heard from him, and it made him like Orion even more.
"Oh, well that's not a very nice thing to say." Fanchon somewhat understood however, to face someone with their eyes closed held no guarantees. "Well then... enough about me eh? What are you doing around here by yourself.?"
"That my friend, is truly none of your damn business." The response was very abrupt and cold, purposely staving off any hopes of a follow up question. "And on that note, my business is finished here." As Orion made his way to the giant two door entrance and exit, he said one final thing to Fanchon. "If you're planning on continuing to play this game, you should choose a field with monsters in it. You can't get anywhere without gaining some experience." That was the last thing Fanchon heard before Orion left.
"Yea, thanks," Fanchon said quietly to the already departed Orion. The World was a very unique place to Fanchon, one with many questions, and many people. Talking to Orion gave him great joy, and a feeling of great excitement burned inside him. He had a feeling he would enjoy this game, and it was hopeful his needs would be fulfilled as well.
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Kinda long, but it was worth it for me. Very slick of Fanchon to warp to Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground of all places. This story gets more and more interesting with every word I add to it, and I can't wait to get to start the next chapter. Thanks to those who left feedback and their support I am highly appreciative of it. Till then.
Me: Well, I'm glad it's finally underway. Don't you look forward to what happens next?
Subconscious: Oh sure, I can't wait to read the third story you're probably not gonna finish...
Me: That's it, I'm shovin a pencil down my ear again when I'm done with this chapter.
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Chapter 2- Character Without Definition
The sirens blared in the background, as an ambulance flew by now paused cars, allowing the passage of saviors. Rio was one to take his time walking home, he didn't like the idea of being in a rush. He took things one step at a time, calm and collective his attitude and expression was deceivingly cold looking. He never gave much thought to the reaction that other people drew from it, he felt it was him, and he had no desire to change it. Rio finally entered the front door of his house, the average sized home for the average sized family. He recognized his mother's car in the driveway, revealing to him that she was home, he was still trying to figure out a nice way to say he tanked a History test. He placed his backpack on the floor, trying to make his way towards his room inconspicuously.
Surprisingly enough he had made it to his room unnoticed by his mother. The bedroom was that of a normal teenage boy, a desk, a bed, a little table, and a computer sitting in the corner of the room. The walls were a plain white, dressed with a poster or two, mostly that of which when he was younger. Rio took a look towards the computer, next to it was a headset, and an 8 button analog control. The software was packed away with the other two items. His curiosity grew as he stared at the paper bag makeshift door to another plane of existence.
Before starting that however, Rio pulled from under the mattress of his bed, a small notebook, filled with image laden words, none of which connecting with each other. He jotted down the words spilling from his mind, very important in keeping them as accurate as possible, for they were very important to him. Inside this notebook, were sheltered the dreams of Rio, as well as his greatest joy. As the pen struck the paper, he felt lifted with every syllable that took form from the ink. In this most current entry, he described in vivid detail his walk home, catching every moment, every emotion. The wailing of the ambulance siren, the stinging on his cheek, and the anticipation of something new.
Each word was poetry in the form of narration, the sentences he constructed seemed suitable to be placed in a best-selling novel. To Rio however, each sentence he composed were merely scenes, setting and emotionless background. He felt no personality, no substance, and most importantly no soul within any of the pages he wrote. With this realization, his intentions of The World come to light.
With his entry into his notebook completed, Rio finally decided it was time to log on to The World, installing the software, as well as the hardware, which included a very confining set of visors, and headset. Along side them came the controls, that he took with his hands. Ready and determined, the buzzing computer had begun to process the newly installed game. The only online game supported by ALTIMIT was about to have a new user.
* * * * * *
A glimmer of yellow circled columns surrounded a newfound young Blademaster, one very peculiar looking, but then again, in The World, nothing is out of the ordinary. The young man had a normal looking appearance. A long sleeve gray shirt, with green trim at the end of the sleeves. The neck area was slightly wider however, and it reached to his chin. With navy blue pants and shoes, he seemed like any other character in The World. However there were characteristics that made him unique. The most noticeable one were his eyes. Always closed, they hid all emotoin, his face was unreadable, and impossible to try and explain. The Blademaster took his sword in hand, and stared at it, seemingly perplexed. He beat it against the cement floor a few times, seemingly just for kicks. After he exercised that option, the planted the sword onto the ground, to use it like a walking stick... only to have the blade slip on the ground beneath him, causing him to fall flat on his back. Not a very graceful introduction into this world, but he didn't dwell on it. He holstered his sword once again, and took a good look at the city around him.
The city was very quiet and serene. The stones gave the sound of a comforting thud with every step he took. It looked very classical, coming from a middle age fairy tale. The one thing that remained constant was the ever flowing sound of water. It ran along the center of the town, seeming to never end. The pace was constant, and serene.
The young Blademaster made his way to what was a bridge, and just stared down the shallow river that made its way across the city. Something he did notice that seemed kind of a odd was a small boat, seemingly unable to fit more than three, maybe four people, was planted on boards. The boat seemed to have no signs of life in it whatsoever, and the stationary figure reminded him of a memorial, or just plain memory.
Pulling himself off of the rails of the bridge, the young Blademaster made his way back to the Chaos Gate from whence he had come earlier, with the objective of trying to understand how to play this game. He knew that he had to enter a Key Word to go to a field, so he just picked three random words, and so it was decided. "Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground" would be the first place he would explore. With the key words announced, the golden circle columns once again surrounded the Blademaster, as he prepared to experience The World for the first time.
When the Blademaster first arrived to the field, it wasn't what he expected it to be. He was under the assumption that he would be in an area crawling with digitally designed monsters for him to kill. Instead he found himself on a bridge with only one destination. It let to a cathedral, and that's all it led to. There were no other options to take in this very limited world. With no other Player Characters in sight, he saw no other option than to make his way to the cathedral. The doors opened, and the building he entered was very confining. While he didn't play video games, he had a feeling that something like this wasn't very normal.
Staring down the center of the cathedral however, he finally saw what looked like another character, not moving, just staring at the statue that lay in the center of the room. The statue was that of a girl with long flowing hair wrapped in chains. There was an inscription on the bottom, but he didn't take the time to read it, because in the instant he stared down the statue, the second character turned to him, weapon drawn.
"Who are you to sneak up on someone's back? You wanna fight or somethin?" The character held a dagger in each hand. He believed they were called Twin Blades. With the daggers staring him down, he felt it necessary to stick up his hands.
"Hey now, I'm not looking for any trouble. You wouldn't pick on a lowly newbie now would you?" He had remembered the word from a previous conversation. His response seemed appealing to the Twin Blade, as he lowered his weapons.
"A newbie huh? Well let me be the first to tell you that walking so slowly and quietly behind someone is very suspect in The World. Other's would have just killed you on the spot, lucky for you I have more restraint."
"Yea, lucky me. This game is much more complicated than I thought."
"Heh, you seem alright." The Twin Blade took on a more different, seemingly friendly attitude now. "So what name do you go by in this game?"
"I like to call myself Fanchon. I would like you to call me Fanchon as well." The Blademaster identified as Fanchon then gave a lighthearted smile. "So what is your name?"
"Me? Well, that's none of your damn business now isn't it?" The Twin Blade then returned the smile to Fanchon. "But since you were nice enough to give me your name, I'm known as Orion." After he finished his sentence, Orion then took a close look at Fanchon, noticing something strange.
"Is there something wrong?" Fanchon had noticed Orion staring at him, and was slightly perplexed.
"What's with your eyes?"
"What do you mean?"
"They're closed?"
"I know...."
"They've been closed the whole time I've been talking to you."
"I would assume they'd be."
"So why the hell are they always closed?"
"Does it matter?"
After the slight interrogation by Orion, he turned away from Fanchon, once again facing the statue front and center of the cathedral. The small glimmers of light entered the building, was the only sign of grace that existed inside the stone walls. For a place of prayer and worship, the cathedral had seemed forsaken and mundane, a place where no god would want to hear prayers from. The designers of this area did a fine job in detail. Orion then turned his head to once again address Fanchon.
"Someone with closed eyes is very hard to read. You can't tell who they are, what they are feeling, and most importantly, you can't tell if you can trust them or not. You lack definition I find it very hard to turn my back on someone like you. I don't know why you would design your character like that." Orion's somewhat philosophical commentary on Fanchon's character was slightly insulting, but Fanchon had appreciated the honesty he heard from him, and it made him like Orion even more.
"Oh, well that's not a very nice thing to say." Fanchon somewhat understood however, to face someone with their eyes closed held no guarantees. "Well then... enough about me eh? What are you doing around here by yourself.?"
"That my friend, is truly none of your damn business." The response was very abrupt and cold, purposely staving off any hopes of a follow up question. "And on that note, my business is finished here." As Orion made his way to the giant two door entrance and exit, he said one final thing to Fanchon. "If you're planning on continuing to play this game, you should choose a field with monsters in it. You can't get anywhere without gaining some experience." That was the last thing Fanchon heard before Orion left.
"Yea, thanks," Fanchon said quietly to the already departed Orion. The World was a very unique place to Fanchon, one with many questions, and many people. Talking to Orion gave him great joy, and a feeling of great excitement burned inside him. He had a feeling he would enjoy this game, and it was hopeful his needs would be fulfilled as well.
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Kinda long, but it was worth it for me. Very slick of Fanchon to warp to Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground of all places. This story gets more and more interesting with every word I add to it, and I can't wait to get to start the next chapter. Thanks to those who left feedback and their support I am highly appreciative of it. Till then.