Monty, be Lea
I look down at the planet from my perch atop his hive. Clouds float along at my height. I remember all the trolls that were in my session with me. Cantus sticks out in my mind due to the human boy I have been talking to. And so, for some reason, I came back to his hive. He was an excellent blood player. He managed to keep us going, not letting us give up even when the black royalty looked impossible.
An idea crosses my mind. There is no direct correlation between my session's universe, and the human's universe.
I log into the chat server on my newly alchemized computer.
DA: monty?
PB: Hm?
DA: can you message someone for me
PB: I suppose. Who is it I'm messaging?
DA: add muzicunderground in
Muzicunderground invited by PB
MU: hey.
MU: chat this to invited I am Why?
PB: What?
DA: thats his typing quirkread it in reverse
PB: Oh.
MU: Lea Hey.
DA: hello cantushow is everything going for us
MU: Great. guy new this who's So?
DA: just a friend
DA: *whisper to PB* this of from an earlier point of our session.
PB: Well, I gotta go.
Server: PB has logged off.
I walk down to the ground as I talk to Cantus.
He's right where our session went bad. Right before the black royalty fight. I should warn him. Even though that will change the timeline.
Leave Lea's choice as a cliffhanger. Be a new player. Be Tess. Argue with your gaurdian.
"How many times do I have to tell you!" My guardian, Rose, shouts at me.
"I don't know, how many times will you?" I ask in a mocking tone.
"Until you listen, godammit!" Rose shouts back at me angerly.
I walk away to my room knowing its best to do in these kinds of situations. I hear my message tone beep in a happy chirp telling me that it was my boyfriend. Apparently it had been going off for some time.
Tess check messages
MS: tess
MS: tess answer me please!
RB: hello hon how are you doin
MS: I'm sorry but were going to have to skip the flirting for now do you have that sburb game?!
RB: ya me and rose just got done arguing about me wasting my money on stupid stuff like these games...
MS: I'm sorry dear but you have to play the game right now I'll send you a request to be your server player now
:o)MiRaClEs(o: has invited you to be his client player
MS: once you boot up the game message me and I'll walk you through how to set it up completely but hurry up you don't have much time!
RB: wait I have a lot of questions
MS: dear, I promise you that I will answer them all and then some but for now you have to boot up the game so please hurry!
RB: ok, ok.
I click accept on his invite.
RB: alright, there.
A group of large machines appears out of thin air, and settles on the ground.
Alright, we don't need to go through this same boring thing for each person. Lets skip to when she first gets to her planet.
MS: What does your planet look like?
RB: A massive forest. It's amazing.
MS: Lucky. I got the Land Of Graves And Desert.
RB: LODAG?
MS: Yeah, its a naming system I came up with.
Tess, go explore.
RB: I'll be back. I'm gonna go chech this place out.
MS: Alright, see ya later. Stay safe.
I walk out into the jungle. I grab my sickle for defense.
Become the adorable little Impy.
Food. Master has given Impy food. Master is nice. Master has nice laugh. Protect Master. Follow Master. Attack those who try to take Master away. Attack my brothers. Attack brothers? Brothers are mean to Master. Protect Master. Brothers threaten Master. Attack Brothers.
A piece of lasagna lands on the floor again. Monty has tossed it there.
Food! Master is so kind, very giving. Protect Master.
Become Forrest. Be dreaming.
A tall person, clad in all black, stands on the top of a hill. He wears an unbuttoned long black trench coat with a black shirt underneath, dark blue jeans, black boots, with black gloves on his hands. A black motorcycle helmet covers his head. He holds a black short sword in his left hand, and a steel grey uzi in his right hand.
Six people stand before him, also with weapons. One is a short, young man, in a red gear hoodie. He holds a spear. He appears to be the leader of the group. The other five look at him, waiting for a command. He nods, and the group of six rush at the man clad in black. The man in black deflects all their attacks, and stabs the man in red. He dispatches him with his gun. The body falls to the ground, half of his head shot off. The other five pause, and then resume the attack.
Forrest, wake up.
I get up, and walk past Monty sleeping on the couch. I had Bailey put him there after he got K. . She then left for her planet through her gate. Time passed, and I slept.
I walk out of the house, surprised that Monty is still out. He'll be fine.
I walk towards the sea on the distant horizon. I don't know why I have this urge to go to the ocean, I just do. My trusty broad sword hangs at my hip. Them damn monsters ain't gonna catch me again.
A massive black monster rises up before me. I raise my sword. The monster runs at me, and I widen my stance. When the monster gets close enough, I point my sword right at its chest. The monster impales itself on my sword. I pull my sword out of the monster, and continue on my way as if nothing happened.
Let's skip all the walking.
I stand on the black sand shore, and stare out at the ocean of dark water.
'Why did I come here?' I ask myself. I feel as if I'd actually know.
I roll my eyes. Why ask a question outloud when there will be no answer?
I walk along the shore, and look up at the sky. The blue planet
hangs there, like a circular shard of saphire. The sea is silent, since no waves are present.
Enough of this time wasting. We know all eleven players get in fine. Cut to the chase. Be Monty.
PB: So tell me again who's all in this session?
MP: Scott brought you in, you brought me in, I brought Anthony in, Anthony brought Kory, Kory brought tess, Tess brought Kody, Kody brought Sam, Sam brought Victoria, Victoria brought Aric, Aric brought Tyler, and Tyler closed the loop by bringing in Scott.
PB: Eleven people, counting me. So are you awake in your moon yet? I haven't seen you on Derse, so I'm assuming your a Prospitian.
MP: No, I'm still asleep. Victoria is keeping an eye on me, though. How's it going with watching over all the Dersites?
PB: good. Tyler and Scotty are awake, and we've been doing some is afoot
MP: How so?
PB: Weeeeeelllllllll. Since the Dersites are actively trying to kill us, they forced us together into a group. That way one of us will always be sleeping, and keeping an eye on things. It's too bad our heart players aren't Dersites. Having both your dream self and real self running at the same time would be useful
MP: Hey. Just because we're capable of that doesn't mean we can do that. And anyways, I'm not awake yet.
PB: Anyways, I hatched the plan to retaliate. Soon, the three of us will launch a counter attack against the Dersites, and we're hoping to be able to assassinate the black queen. We've had the help of a rogue Dersite, named Jack Noir. He does seem a little stab friendly...
MP: Coolio.
QuestionableExistence invited by: nor/mlp/erson.
QE: Hey Monty.
PB: Hi.
QE: Why have you been so cold to me recently?
PB: Bailey, why did you add him to the chat?
MP: Because I felt you two needed to talk.
PB: I have a very good reason for not talking to him.
PB: Do you really want to know why I'm not too happy with you?
QE: Yeah. We use to be great bros, man. What happened to that?
PB: For one, you took Patrick's spot. He was supposed to be the third person in, not you. And now he isn't in at all.
PB: He's probably dead. I doubt he managed to start his own session.
QE: Sorry, but I didn't decide that. You know I wouldn't do that on purpose.
PB: And you obviously know who did bring you in?
MP: I did.
PB: Exactly. Instead of following the plan, you bring in the one person I didn't want.
MP: That still doesn't fully explain why you seemingly hate him.
PB: Coz you two obviously have a thing going on!
MP: We don't. I've already explained this to you.
QE: Hey, I'm just kinda an older brother figure. I'm not trying to butt in on your relationship.
PB: Fine. Whatever. I gotta go.
PonyBoy has left the chat.
I walk outside, in the direction of a gate.
Let's see what Bailey and Anthony are up to.
MP: *sigh*
QE: I'm just saying that if you weren't dating him, I would ask you out.
MP: I know. I'm almost tempted to take you up on the offer. He can be so difficult at times. Some days he's angry at the entire world, and seems like he would like nothing better then to watch the entire universe burn. Other days he seems so depressed, and stares off into space for long periods of time. And, rarer still, are the days that he's happy. But those days more then make up for all his off days. His laughter is so infectious.
QE: He seems overly protective, from my point of view.
MP: He's never even thought about telling me what to do. He just wants to hold on to me.
MP: So how did you two meet? I've never gotten the full story. All I know is it involves writing.
QE: Well, about a year ago, we were both fanfiction writers. We each had our own separate style, wrote our own genres of fanfiction, and had our own niches. One day he was looking for a good Octascratch ship story, and he stumbled across one of my works. We started talking, and got to the point where we co-authored and edited for each other. We started emailing, and then we went to this I.M. site. And then I met you, which was the best thing to come out of me and him talking.
MP: *Blush* So tell me about his other friends. He talks about some Anthony Brito alot, and some Zhus guy.
QE: Both of those are sad stories. And rather long.
MP: I've got time. Monty is probably off grinding levels and slaying tons of underlings. I could tell he was in one of his crabby moods today.
QE: Anthony Brito first. He's the longer story, but not as sad.
QE: Monty used to write some of poetry, and he'd post it on various sites. Anthony then read his stuff, and contacted him. This was two summers ago, back when he had no friends. The two latched on to each other, although I don't know the exact reason. They were close. Then one day, Anthony stopped replying to all of Monty's messages. Monty was devastated. But, he managed to pick up the pieces and talk to new people.
QE: This is where Zhus comes in. Eventually, Monty met Zhus. Zhus was rather depressed, and was reaching out to Monty for a reason to keep going. Monty managed to cheer him up, and even successfully manages to talk him out of his first would be attempted suicide. They went on happily for a while. Zhus then took another downwards turn, as the bullying at his school increased. Monty logged on to his email on day, and found Zhus's final goodbye in his inbox. I believe that this Zhus character lied, so he wouldn't have to respond any more, but Monty believed him. He was devastated, but he somehow repressed all of it, determined to not show how badly that affected him.
MP: Damn.
QE: Thats what he told me. I think he might have made some of the Zhus story up. Monty's not stupid, and he knows how easily it is to lie over the Internet. I don't know why he believed Zhus so easily.
MP: So when did you come in?
QE: about six months ago. A bit before Zhus. He has a lot of friends, but those are the most noticeable two.
MP: I'm trying to figure out where all of us fit into his social life. I know he considers me as his gf, and treats me as such, but I can't tell what he thinks about the rest of the session.
QE: I gave up a long time ago. And anywas, your a lot more interesting to talk to. You know, I think Monty doesn't realize how lucky he is.
MP: oh, stop it, you. Lol. I wish Monty would say stuff like that.
QE: I should stop. Then I might actually be guilty of what Monty says.
MP: Fine.
I walk in the direction of the gate that leads to Kory's world. I message him as I walk.
PB: Hey man.
MS: Hey, bro. What can I mOtHeRfUcKiNg help you with?
PB: You still got a good bottle of booze?
MS: Hey, bro, normally I'm the one all for under age drinking, but you've been hitting it kinda hard recently. What would Forrest say?
PB: Forrest has been gone for a long time. It doesn't matter what he'd say, he's probably on the other side of the planet. Now, can I come over and drink, or not?
MS: Yeah, man. Sure. I'll take out a bottle of your favorite. I'll have some alchemized just for you.
PB: Thank god.
MS: Uhh, mind if I ask what the occasion is?
PB: Just people stuff. People are so damn tiring to deal with.
MS: Uhoh. You in one of your depressed moods again?
PB: So what the fuck if I am? Can I not just unwind after some bothersome convos?
MS: You do more then unwind, bro. You get totally wasted. By the way, Tyler is already here.
PB: Cool. Tell him I'll be there in a bit.
Be another new character. Be Victoria.
You are now Victoria. Your chat name is Prismylicous, abreviated as PY. Your best friend is Aric. His username is pageVARG, abbreviated as PG. He doesn't always keep it PG, however.
*the Co-Author shoots a menacing look at The Author* *The Author looks questioningly at the Co-Author, as The Author doesn't know what he did wrong* *the Co-Author says 'stick to the story', and tells him to stick to the plan that they already agreed to* *The Author questions why he can't have creative freedom in the story* *the Co-Author raises a fist for his reason* *The Author puts his monocle in a more comfortable position on his left eye. He mumbles something about the Co-Author, and continues writing. He continues making a universe, where the only limitation is his mind*
Victoria, talk to Aric.
PY: Hey!
PG: What's up?
PY: Mm. You know. Cosplaying like a boss. Beating the shut out of these Imps.
PG: Who you cosplaying now?
PY: You know. The usual. So what planet did you get?
PG: LOTAE. Land of Trial and Error. You?
PY: Lemme tell you. I got the coooooolest planet.
PG: *theatrical gasp* Tell me
PY: LOLAP! land of light and prisms!
PG: Sounds like it's perfect for you. Lemme guess, there's a shit-ton of light, refracting off of the prisms, and something along those lines?
PY: Got it in one. What's yours look like?
PG: The ruins of a massive city. Somewhere I bet there's a massive clock, because I can hear this constant ticking.
PY: OOooh. Sounds right up your alley.
PG: So what do you think happened to all the people back on Earth?
TP: I'll tell y/\ll what h/\ppened to yer home pl/\net.
PG: Who are you? And how'd you get in our private chat.
TP: H/\r H/\r. I'm yer god. /\h m/\de you and yer universe. Yer pl/\net is de/\d.
PY: How do you know that?
TP: Cuz it h/\ppened to m/\h universe too. Y/\ll went /\nd c/\used /\rm/\geddin by pl/\yin dis here g/\me.
PY: What proof do you have of that?
TP: You know wh/\t /\h s/\id when /\h w/\s told th/\t /\h c/\used /\rm/\geddin?
PG: What? Oh god, is this gonna be a crappy joke?
TP: /\h s/\id "/\rm/\geddin outt/\ here!" h/\r h/\r h/\r!
PY: Very funny. Now get the fuck off my chat.
TP: W/\it! Who knows, /\h might just h/\ve some useful inform/\tion for y/\ll. Who's yer sp/\ce /\nd time pl/\yer?
PG: Monty is our space player.
PY: Tyler is our time player.
TP: Wh/\t cl/\sses /\re they?
PG: Both pages. Why time and space?
TP: Coz th/\ts wh/\ts needed for the new universe.
PY: New universe?
TP: Ye/\h, ye/\h. The point of the g/\me. If yer time /\nd sp/\ce pl/\yers /\re both p/\ges, yer gonn/\ h/\ve a h/\rd time. But once they fully re/\lize their powers, they /\re the most powerful cl/\ss. They just h/\ve a rough st/\rt.
PG: Alright, thanks for telling us. But why are you helping us?
TP: Coz I h/\ve bets on how long y/\ll /\re gonn/\ l/\st. I bet longer th/\n /\nyone else, so I gott/\ m/\ke sure I win.
PY: Alright, but you said you were our god. Care to explain?
TP: Me /\nd my te/\m won the g/\me, /\nd m/\de your universe.
TP: Now, /\h'll le/\ve y/\ll to it.
TentaclePorn has left the chat.
PG: TentaclePorn? Sounds like you, Victoria.
PY: Hey, don't be hatin on his stuff.
PG: I ain't. Just sayin.
Victoria, leave the chat for a moment and go do something productive that will move the story along.
It is suggested that you play some electro.
"Electro?! What kind of shit is that? So play some old time rock and roll. That kind of music just soothes the soul. Ain't nothing like that old time rock and roll"
You hum along to one of your favorite songs as you walk around your world.
Let's end the cliff hanger of Lea's choice. Victoria, be Lea.
DA: Hey Cantus.
MU: Shit about to get serious. Were typing normally. What?
DA: Watch out for the black king. He'll distract us as some Dersites attack our rear.
MU: How do you know this?
DA: Future time shenanigans.
DualApocolypse has logged off.
I know I just doomed myself. But in a way, I also saved the majority of my session. Pretty soon I'll wind up dead. I decide to visit all eleven of our worlds one last time, and then prepare myself for the end.
End of Part One