Homefree

Act 1

Section 1

Part 3

Reader: Become Jason again.

You are now Jason again.

Jason: Grab SBURB envelopes.

You firmly grasp the envelopes within your fingers. This feels so much better than you thought it would feel. It's like touching God or something. It just feels downright great to finally have the game!

Jason: Get ambushed!

Your brother appears again, katana in hand. Shoving the envelopes into your sylladex, you draw out your sword and prepare to go through this one more time.

Jason: STRIFE!

Bro gets straight to business, performing all of that aerobic bullshit he calls skill, but you don't need any of that. All you need is a good arm, a good blade, and some good luck. The sharp edged metal swords collide in another furious hurricane of flying blades and flailing limbs. Bro is not doing as well as he was the first or second time, but he is still managing to keep you at bay. You don't know what's gotten into him today. He's turned into a goddamn animal. Relentlessly, you block his seemingly endless blows while landing a couple of your own. After some more blocking and a little bit of fancy footwork, you make your way around him, with your back now to the door. Either he's got you, or you've got him. You can escape now, or you can keep going and get to the bottom of all of the fighting the two of you have done today. As an effort to get him to surrender, you sweep your blade under him, knocking him off of his feet, leaving him on the ground. Sword pointed at his neck, he gives a silent surrender and disappears into the house again.

Jason: Question Bro's actions.

You've never seen him get this aggressive since a couple months back when you drank all of the apple juice. Was it something you did? The only thing you remember doing in relation to him was strifing a couple of times for the hell of it. You never screwed with any of his shit, and he didn't screw with any of yours. So, what the hell is going on here?

Jason: Get back to Alayna.

You make a silent trek back to your room and shut the door behind you. After collapsing into the chair, you realize just how exhausting strifing him all day had been. It had certainly taken its toll on both you and Bro. Snatching another pack of Fruit Gushers from your sylladex, you decide to get rid of the Array modus that you've been using and program a new one real quick.

Jason: Open BroCoder v.2.3

You open a computer coding application you and Bro developed, along with a new type of code, called BR0C0D3. You type in many strings of code and make sure that this is going to be the best goddamn sylladex ever.

Jason: Burn code to a Captcha Drive.

You finish off the code and burn it to a fresh Captcha Drive, which you use to store newly programmed fetch modi. You title your newly developed fetch modus Analysis.

Jason: Insert Analysis modus into sylladex.

You pop in the Analysis Captcha Drive into your Sylladex block, which turns it into a bright metallic silver color. You can now retrieve items by describing them with size, color, shape, use, design, and many other features. This has got to be the best thing ever.

Jason: Pester Alayna.

mentallyChallenged [MC] began pestering heavenlyPsychopath [HP] at 14:14

MC: I am finally back with the game.

HP: Great. What took you so long?

MC: Ran into Bro two more times. Not sure what's gotten into him today.

HP: Neither am I. But that is besides the point. Are you ready to get going?

MC: Hell yeah I am.

HP: Wait. Something is going on.

MC: What is it?

HP: Be back in a second.

Alayna: STRIFE!

Oh yeah. You almost forgot. The goddamn shroom addict lives here with you. He pulls out a bread knife, and you pull out your family heirloom: a wand that has been passed down through the family. The extent of its powers are unknown. Hell, even your ancestors didn't even know what it could do. But you damn well know the basics, and begin to shoot bolts of water at the shroom addict, or your father, as he is uncommonly referred to. He deftly dodges the slow moving projectiles and lunges at you with the bread knife. Sidestepping, you jab him in the side with your left hand and he makes a wild grab for you. You step out of the way of that as well, and then knock him back with a blast of steaming hot water. He quickly recovers and, in an act of desperation, throws the bread knife at you. It lodges itself into the wall behind you. Another blast of water, served cold this time, hits the shroom addict square in the chest and throws him against the wall. It appears a successful knockout has been achieved. I win this time bitch. And don't you forget it you little goddamn high-assed shroom fucking addict. Now, back to Jason.

Alayna: Continue pestering Jason.

HP: All right, I'm back.

MC: Good. What was that anyways?

HP: My father. He has a way of sneaking up on me when I least expect it.

MC: Ah. I see. You often speak highly of your father.

HP: No shit Sherlock.

MC: Ready for SBURB yet?

HP: More than ever.

End of Section 1

A/N: Well, it may be a while between now and Section 2, so don't stick to this story. Go read something else while I work on Section 2. That isn't the only thing to be working on, unfortunately. I have an education to turn my attention to. Until then, see you guys later.

~Jason Smith, Writer and Editor of Homefree