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NO, NO, NO! GODDAMMIT! PLEASE NO!
While researching for this story, I found out that there's ANOTHER sequel to SAO called "Unital Ring." FUCK. Basically, from what I gathered, all games, including GGO and ALO, that based their programming off The Seed, are merged into one and formed into a massive SMP. FUCK. Players can log off freely and no one can die, but players who log out leave their avatars behind, and if their avatars die, then they can never log back into the game again. FUCK. There's also someone hacking into the Underworld too, so there's another plot line thrown into the mix. FUCK!
Why can't these idiots learn?! Learn to stop?! Just by listening from this goddamn plot, I'm pretty sure most of you can tell how FUCKING AWFUL this sounds for a video game mechanic. What would happen to all those games and players if said plot device happened? The VRMMO economy would crash, players would revolt, and no one would ever want to play a fucking video game ever again, basically ruining the eventual plot of what Accel World is supposed to be! Hell, the VRMMO economy should have crashed back when SAO happened! And I guarantee you that many stupid (fanservice-like) shenanigans will happen with those avatars while logged out.
And you even know what this plot sounds like? A massive multiplayer survival game where if you die you can't come back? Think about it, guys! Reki Kawahara is ripping off MINECRAFT'S HARDCORE MODE. But seriously, think about that.
And I swear to God, if this just so happens to air in the same year and/or month of Part 6, I will lose my shit. That would be hilarious. I just wonder which one would be at the top of the Most Anticipated Anime of (insert year/season). If it's SAO, then I'm gonna start a revolution. Revolution against what? Tier Lists.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I beg this just to be a little better than the arc that it followed, but given the plot, it seems unlikely. I'm just hoping that someone realizes this fact and explains how this is a bad idea. Will I make a fanfic of that when it comes out? Who the fuck knows? But I need to stop thinking about the future right now. And of course . . .
I do not own either of these stories. Sword Art Online was written by Reki Kawahara and JoJo's Bizarre Adventure was written by Hirohiko Araki.
Episode 5: Targets Acquired
Sheila E. Full name: Scilla Capezzuto. Born in 2010. Likes: Pannacotta Fugo, Giorno Giovanna. Dislikes: Illuso, unconfident people. Current Occupation: Passione Bodyguard. Current Location: ?
"OK . . . OK . . . I can do this . . ."
Doppio had been transported to a ruined temple, with faded white walls and pillars, weeds growing outside the building, and a setting sun in the background, just like Mista's. The man had never fired a gun before, much less firing one in a video game. After all, why would he ever need to fire a gun? His ability was ten times more powerful than the mere weapon in his hands, maybe even more! But, after what had happened to him, the boy was simply afraid of even summoning his power.
The man had felt bad about lying, but in truth, it was a half lie. While Doppio was more comfortable with using his Time Erasing powers for only 5 seconds, in reality, he could still activate his normal 10 second timeframe! Though, it still required much more effort to do than before. And on top of that, Doppio could summon King Crimson to its fullest form, yet only chose to control only its arms.
The man chose to suppress his overwhelming power due to extreme and unregulated fear. He feared his other side and the chaos and destruction that side of him had caused. Everytime he saw King Crimson's face, he started having panic attacks. His Stand was responsible for dozens, perhaps even hundreds of deaths and forced amputations. And in turn, he was responsible for them as well.
Doppio was afraid of fighting. The man even feared defending himself, lest he go too far. But what he feared the most was if he came back. What if taking any violent actions could result in him coming back? Was he still a part of him? And if so, would he take that chance to seize control of him?
Doppio shook the thought from his head. No, that was impossible. He knew he wouldn't be coming back. Giorno had confirmed this. Even when he had taken his test, while fighting, he had never felt the same headaches and voice he had heard before. Still, he knew that he contained a murderous aura deep inside of him, one that was capable of showing up again if he didn't control himself. After all, he had seen these effects on one his own daughters. Truly, if she displayed the same murderous, even yandere-like, tendencies, Doppio knew that his genetics were at fault. But was that how genetics worked?
Shots taken at the pillar Doppio was hiding behind awoke him from his thoughts. The man's skin shivered as he could feel the ricochet of bullets blasting behind him. When the stream of ammo ended, Doppio snuck a peek behind him, only to find that his opponent was out of sight. Doppio's opponent, NotMrMunday, was wielding a submachine gun, taking a guerilla style approach at Doppio. The man had been trying to avoid his attacks for a while now, but knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up if all he did was hide and mope. Building up his courage, Doppio lightly smacked his cheeks with both hands and ran out into the open.
Munday was shocked by his approach. Was this man an idiot? Why would he abandon cover? Does he want to be shot full of holes? He doesn't even know where he is . . . Until his thoughts were interrupted. For the entire battle, Doppio had never even gotten the chance to see what his opponent looked like. And now, running out in the open, he could be anywhere! Yet, for some reason, Doppio started to charge at one pillar, exactly where Munday was hiding! How did he know where he was?
Using Epitaph and looking into the future, Doppio had predicted where the man was. He was hiding right next to a broken pillar, and by using his heightened senses of SEN, he could tell that there was slight movement behind that exact pillar. Finally casting aside his fears, Doppio had charged in.
Gnashing his teeth, Munday revealed himself and open fired at Doppio, unloading his entire cartridge. Yet, as he finished off his attack, he realized that Doppio was still charging at him, hardly any bullet marks in him at all! Doppio, unbeknownst to his opponent, had quickly summoned King Crimson's arms by his side and deflected the majority of all the bullets. And as Munday tried to fall back and regroup, Doppio took his Stand's arms to hold himself steady, as he unleashed his firing power of the Crimson King. Before long, his opponent was filled with holes, a headshot to the back of his skull finishing the fight.
As Doppio received the Congratulations screen, he fell to his knees and breathed a sigh of relief. "I guess . . . it was slightly easier than I expected." And with that, Doppio was enveloped in light as he was transported back to the hub.
. . .
Doppio was greeted back to a near empty lobby, where he wondered where everyone else was. However, as he quickly turned around, he saw that the mass majority of the players were all gathered in one area, surrounding someone. And among the crowding masses, Doppio could clearly see his brightly colored companion in the fray, being jostled around by bodies and questions.
"Doppio! You made it."
Doppio turned around to see Kirito and Sinon, with Kirito sitting on a couch and Sinon leaning against a wall, not too far away. "You're the last person to finish," Sinon explained. "Now that you're here, the next round should be underway momentarily."
"O-oh! Sorry about that," Doppio apologized, rubbing his head. "Guess I shouldn't have ran and hid for so long."
Sinon shook her head. "It's ok. I've seen matches go for a lot longer than yours. Besides, I got to see your skill in action. Guess SEN really is that powerful, huh? And what was with those bullets, not hitting you?"
Doppio laughed nervously. "G-guess the guy's heart rate was beating too fast and missed his shots with that circle. B-by the way, what's going on with Mista?"
"He's in a lot of controversy right now," Kirito explained. "Apparently, he was the first to return from his match, and players claimed that he cheated. He won by shooting a guy six times with his revolver, along with his opponent's bullets ricocheting back to him. People want to know what he did. Some are even requesting him to be kicked from the tournament."
"We didn't get to see what he did," Sinon said. "As we were in our own matches. But, word of his battle spreads quickly. Though, I doubt people are going to kick him just for that." The three looked at each other and then back to Mista, worried about their friend.
"How did you win like that?!"
"You never got hit once!"
"This guy's cheating!"
"SHUT UP ALREADY!"
The crowd took a few steps back from Mista, who had enough of the crowd swarming around him. "You all want to know how I won?!"
"Yeah!" some members of the crowd shouted.
"You really want to know how I did it?!"
"YEAH!" the crowd shouted, getting louder.
"Are you sure?!"
"YEAH!"
"It was RNG, you fucking idiots!"
And with that, Kirito, Sinon, and Doppio watched in shock as dozens of players dropped to the ground, overwhelmed at the sheer stupidity of the man's answer. RNG? That was it?! Sure, RNG had always played a role in the game, but to think that the man had got so many lucky shots was just . . . unbelievable! And before they could ask anymore, Mista was enveloped in light and taken to his next battle.
. . .
"Jesus," Mista thought. "You would think that they would have figured that out, in their own game. Talk about 'pros gamers.'"
Mista had spawned in a large, ruined city, covered by sand. The skyscrapers surrounding him crumbled into the ground. The few that remained standing had broken windows, worn off paint, and mold and weeds covering the insides. The road beneath his feet was torn up and cracked, sand covering every nook and cranny. Yet, despite the new environment, the same setting sun was seen in the background.
While Mista had taken a passive role in the last fight, he now decided to take a more aggressive approach, less he feared being kicked out of the tournament for inactiveness and hostile comments from the others. Dipping through the shadows of the buildings, Mista carefully made his way through the streets of the town, making sure not to reveal himself out in the open.
"We got eyes on him, Mista!" Number 2 shouted. "Number 6 spotted him 5 meters to your left, behind that building!"
"Thanks, Number 2," Mista claimed, turning in the direction of where his Stand had told him. Mista then pulled out his revolver, took aim at the building he was facing, and fired three shots at it, seemingly for no reason.
His opponent, Superpierce, heard the shots about 3 meters to his right. Armed with dual automatic pistols and heavy gear, the man could only help but smirk. This Mista must really be a newbie, he thought, wasting his shots and giving away his position like that.
It happened in an instant.
With the three shots Mista fired, on those bullets, rode Numbers 1, 2, and 7 as they shot through the glass of the building. With an enthusiastic "Yee-haa!" they rode their bullets through the building onto the other side, past simulated chairs, desks, and support pillars. Leaning their bodies, they guided the bullets through the building's interior until they ended up on the other side with the figure of their target behind the glass wall, smirking.
"Let's do this, fellas!" Number 7 cried, with his Stand brothers backing him up.
They crashed through the glass, with Superpierce only being able to see the glass shatter in front of him and red bullet lines seemingly from nowhere. However, if he was able to zoom in, he would be able to see three, tiny humanoids riding their bullets straight towards Superpierce's head.
Number 1 was up first. Jumping off his bullet and with a mighty kick, he fired his round into Superpierce's head. Luckily, the man had a heavy duty helmet on, but the armor was heavily damaged upon impact, causing the man to start to recoil. Number 2 was up next, guiding his bullet the same way Number 1 did, slamming it into the man's helmet again, this time shattering the armor. And finally, Number 7 was last, and together with the others, all kicked the same bullet directly into the head of Superpierce. A red hole appeared through the opponent's head, with another red dot appearing behind his skull, with a sudden burst of wind coming from the shot. Superpierce was only flabbergasted as he faded from view into shards, unable to process what had happened. And a few seconds later, Mista received a notice that he had won the round.
"Wonder of this win will make them shut up about me," Mista thought. And with that, Mista was teleported back to the lobby.
. . .
Mista was wrong. His controversy only continued after his second round.
Upon arriving back, Mista was swarmed by players once again. Cries of complaints filled the lobby, from "this guy's a cheater!" to "ban him!" Questions were asked about how Mista three-shot KOed his opponent. Others simply didn't care and only voiced their opinions through screams. It was only after a robotic voice announcer instructed its contestants to follow the anti-harassment protocols or be banned did everyone finally let up on Mista.
"My God," Mista murmured, walking over to Kirito, Sinon, and Doppio. "What the hell are they all up and arms about? It's a goddamn game!"
"They're passionate about this game, Mista," Doppio tried to reason. "Of course they would be mad if you headshot a guy across the map."
"Passionate about a shitty game," Mista countered. "This is nothing like shooting guns in the real world! And this bullet prediction line shit is ruining my immersion! Is there any way to turn the function off?"
"You can't," Sinon claimed, getting a couple of cusses from Mista in response. "The whole point of this function is to assist players in aiming. Why would there be an option to turn it off?"
"So that other players aren't losing their minds over this stupid goddamn mechanic!" Mista yelled, scratching his head in frustration and gaining the confused looks of many players.
"Why are you even playing this game then?" Sinon asked, now getting annoyed too. "Some of us really enjoy these mechanics and this game. If you hate it so much, then why are you still playing? Just quit!"
"We can't," Kirito said. "We're playing this game for a different reason. And whether we like it or not, it's important we get this done."
Sinon raised an eyebrow at his statement. "What do you mean, 'it's important?'" she asked. But before Kirito could answer, he looked over to see Mista and Doppio shaking their heads.
"It's . . . complicated," Kirito said nervously. "Let's just say other people are counting on us."
The four players suddenly got a new notification that the next match would be starting in less than 2 minutes. Sighing, Sinon pulled herself up and turned to look at Mista. "I don't care what kind of tricks or skills you've been using to get this far," she claimed, pointing a finger at Mista. "You won't stand a chance against me if you make it to the finals!"
"We'll see about that," Mista fired back, smirking. "I can't wait for what you have in store for me!" And with that, the four players were engulfed in light and teleported to their next matches.
. . .
"Yes, I understand. I'll be there right away. I'm about to grab Josuke now. We'll be there as soon as we can."
A distressed Jotaro Kujo made his way through the panicking hospital crowd and up to the floor where his relatives were conducting the experiment. The last few hours had been hectic, full of chaos, confusion, and concern. Even the poker faced Stand User could be seen with a bit of worry and annoyance in his eyes as a single drop of sweat fell from his forehead. Once making it to the room, he found Josuke and the nurse assigned to the room only staring in shock at the small television in the top right corner of the room. On it, it depicted a news story about a local school being bombed, with multiple casualties already piling up.
"Oi, Josuke!" The older man's words shook both Josuke and Aki from their fixation on the tv. "We're heading out there right now. Giorno and his crew should already be at the site."
"B-but what about Mista and the others?" Josuke asked, looking down to his sleeping friends.
"Miss Aki here is a trained nurse. I'm sure she can handle whatever might happen to them," Jotaro said, looking over to the nurse. Aki gave a firm nod in response. "And just in case, I've called Rohan over to monitor their progress as well. Now come on! We need that power of your's to put in some work!"
Josuke was convinced without argument, following his technical nephew out of the room, taking one more look at his friends before finally leaving as the two Stand Users made their way through the rushing nurses and doctors, all of which were preparing rooms for the possible hundreds of injured kids soon to make their way here. "Yare yare daze," Jotaro murmured. "To think that pink-haired idiot had more than one kid. He's almost as bad as our family lineage."
Aki could only do her best, watching over the three men sleeping, hoping that the two Joestars would be alright. Though, she couldn't help but blush as a bit of drool escaped a perverted smile on her lips.
"My my," she thought. "That Joestar bloodline really has some handsome looking specimens! I really do hope they'll get on board with this project too!"
. . .
Sinon spawned on a highway bridge, several feet up in the air. The same setting sun was in the background and the road was littered with empty cars and other vehicles, with multiple alien-like weeds growing out from the cracks in the pavement. Wasting no time, Sinon scouted out her position and eventually found a perfect advantage point: an old, double decker bus. Hoping inside, she set up her gun and laid perfectly flat on her stomach, peering through the hole in her scope. She could see the highway for miles on end, with no way of getting off of the platform due to the extremely thin barrier on this map. In order to fight each other, Sinon knew that Mista would have to make his way down the highway.
Though, in the end, it didn't matter much if either of them won or not. After several games, both she and Mista had reached the finals as expected, with the only stakes in this round being the seed each player would be placed at in the tournament.
However, stakes or no stakes, Sinon really wanted to win. She had to win, she thought to herself. While she could probably tell that Mista wasn't hacking or cheating just based on the attitude he carried, she still wanted to beat him. After all he had said about this game and its community, the people she played for and against, the game that was helping her real world problems, his offense would not be taken lightly.
Then again, every complaint Mista had made was valid, Sinon thought. It was one of the main reasons why most people rated GGO so low in certain reviews, but the aspect of money kept the game alive. And while there were many games Sinon could have played to help with her . . . issues, she had only chosen GGO based off of a recommendation from a friend.
And her issues. Sinon shook her head, trying to clear her mind. It was another big reason why she wanted to take Mista down. From that simple line of "This is nothing like shooting guns in the real world!" secretly agitated Sinon to the core. Mista saying this meant that he had definitely shot a gun in real life, most likely more than once. Now that she thought about it, didn't Mista claim back at the shooting range that he had shot a real revolver hundreds of times before? And given that the gun was obviously not meant for hunting, and given the fact if Mista was telling the truth, Sinon could only guess what he had shot his gun for. Had he killed someone before? Two? Maybe three? Even more?
It boiled Sinon's blood. How could he live with that guilt? The guilt of taking another's life? The trauma of watching someone die right in front of them because of their actions? Did he feel no shame? Did he not care? Was Mista actually some sort of serial killer?!
Sinon shook her head again. No, it was impossible. The man seemed way too nice to be a murderer. And he had two friends with him from the outside world! Serial killers don't travel with other people, right? They're not pack hunters. Perhaps Sinon was over imagining things. Perhaps Mista was actually just lying to look cool. Or maybe he was a police officer in real life. Or maybe he just liked to collect guns. Or maybe . . .
Sinon finally snapped from her thoughts when her eye caught the sight of movement coming towards her. There, in the light of the setting sun, Mista was casually approaching her, just like in all of his other matches. Sinon gritted her teeth in anger. Did he not think that she was a challenge at all?! Did he think she was nothing more than another nameless roadblock in his path?!
Sinon tried to calm down, analyzing her situation. After the matches she had seen of Mista, the man never seemed to take stuff seriously. He was always cocky, believing that he always and forever will have the upper hand in fights. He also seemed to know where his opponent always was, despite buildings and walls hiding them. Sinon could only guess that Mista knew she was in the bus, considering how he was taking particular interest in the vehicle by walking straight towards it. Whether it was actually a cheat, some kind of glitch, or an unknown skill, Sinon didn't care at the moment. Sinon also guessed that it was Mista's LUK that was responsible for all the quick blows he dealt to his opponents. But this also meant Mista was prone to take critical damage himself if he was ever shot once. Which meant that whoever fired first and got a clean hit would probably be the winner instantly.
And Sinon was determined to be the one to shoot first. After stealing her nerves, she pulled the trigger. With a boom and shatter of glass in front of her, Sinon's bullet traveled in a straight path, directly towards Mista's head. Yet, as Sinon still watched from her scope, to her amazement, her bullet missed. Instead of traveling through Mista's skull, the bullet instead hit a car behind Mista, causing an explosion behind the man.
"Impossible!" Sinob thought. "I was sure that my bullet circle was directly aimed at him! He wouldn't even be able to see the bullet prediction line either, since this is my first shot! Not even LUK would make my bullet miss! What's happe-" Her thoughts suddenly stopped as she peered closer into her scope. Zooming in, she could finally see them. Six, small yellowish humanoids were floating around Mista, all of which seemed to be . . . hi-fiving each other? And while Sinon had never seen them before, something in her mind clicked as she remembered what Fugo had said to her.
"He has one too," Sinon heard. Looking to her side, she saw that Rocket Queen materialized in front of her.
"He is a Stand User."
It now made sense to Sinon. How Mista had gotten so far in the tournament. How he had beaten the game back in the store. Whatever power his Stand had, Sinon was sure that Mista was relying on it for his fights. The only reason why she had never seen them before on record was because his Stand was just too small to see close up, while the camera itself never zoomed in on Mista. Taking this knowledge and acting purely on instinct, Sinon decided to leave the safety of the bus and rush out to greet Mista, the latter of which was confused why she did so.
"Mista!" Sinon cried out. "You . . . you have one too?! A Stand?!"
Mista was taken aback, as Sinon also summoned Rocket Queen by her side. However, his shock was quickly replaced by a warm, goofy smile. "I knew there was something about you!" Mista claimed. "The Jotaro fella was right! Stand Users-"
"Attract Stand Users," Sinon finished, getting another shock from Mista. "I-I always thought I was the only one who had this power. And now . . . I've met four in the last week! I could have never imagined I would have met people like me!"
"Four?" Mista asked. "If I'm one of them, who are the other three?"
"Oh, it was a strangely dressed man and his friends. In fact, I think they said they came from Italy as well! One of them was named . . . Panna Cotta?"
"Really?! You've Fugo and the others?! I actually came with them to Japan as well!"
"You're kidding!"
Sinon was happy. Extremely happy to find out that Mista was like her. But something still felt wrong. Felt different. Even while talking and laughing with Mista now, she could tell that this experience was nothing new to Mista. He seemed to take the situation a lot less seriously than Sinon. As if he met countless Stand Users before her. And for some reason, Sinon couldn't shake what Mista had said about shooting guns in the real world. While she and Mista were the same, she knew that, in reality, they were worlds apart. But at the very least, she wanted to show that she could hold her own in this world.
"How about we finish what we started?" Sinon claimed, now raising her sniper rifle at Mista. "And I'm sorry to say this, but even with your Stand, I doubt you'll be able to dodge my Hecate II from this distance."
"We'll see," Mista said, still smiling. "We can talk about ourselves later, maybe in the real world. And while I'm not fond of shooting girls, I can't say no to that fire burning in your eyes."
But before he raised his own gun, Mista pulled out a bullet of his own and handed it to one of his Stands. "Number 5 here will toss this bullet into the air. Once it hits the ground, the duel will begin. Sound fair?" And Sinon nodded in response. With that, the small, timid Stand threw the revolver round into the sky, yet both players never took their eyes off of each other.
"His Stand can deflect bullets," Sinon thought as the bullet started to fall. "On top of that, it appears they can also guide Mista's bullets wherever they want. So no matter if I shoot or not, his Stand will deflect my bullets and land his shots without a problem. That is, if my bullets aren't destroyed."
And the small "tink" of the bullet hitting the ground started the match.
It happened in an instant. Both players pulled their triggers, with both of their bullets being fired from their muzzles. And unseen by the average human eye, Numbers 2 and 3 rode on top of Mista's lone bullet, both Stands on a direct collision course with Sinon's bullet. Jumping off of the bullet, Number 2 easily kicked the round away from Mista's direction, the bullet flying off into the distance.
Meanwhile, Number 3 guided the bullet, heading straight for Sinon's head. The tiny Stand would have landed its mark too, if it wasn't for the quick reaction time of Rocket Queen. With lightning speed, the Stand materialized and swiftly batted away Mista's bullet, sending Number 3 spinning into the air.
"Looks like you have a Close-Range Stand," Mista remarked, firing a couple more bullets at his opponent. However, Rocket Queen still knocked away the projectiles with ease. "I'm technically at a disadvantage. But I've dealt with Close-Range types befo-"
Sharp pain erupted from the man's lower back. Sweat instantly broke out on Mista's face as he fell to his knees and collapsed on his stomach. The Italian man would never be able to see the red, staticky bullet hole in his avatar, hitting right above his tailbone. The man struggled to get up, only to see the muzzle of Sinon's Hecate pointing directly at him.
"Rocket Queen's ability," Sinon explained. "Allows me to use any projectile as a homing missile. Simply put, even if I do miss my first shot, as long as the projectile isn't destroyed, the bullet will always bounce back and hit my desired target."
"So . . . that bullet I deflected . . ." Mista summed up.
"Yes," Sinon confirmed. "The bullet redirected itself and got you in the back. Though my first shot couldn't home back in on you because it was destroyed in the car explosion."
"I told you that you wouldn't be able to dodge my Hecate," Sinon said, putting her finger on the trigger.
"When you have to shoot," Mista suddenly said, slightly confusing Sinon. "Shoot. Don't talk." While taken aback by the strange statement, Sinon still pulled the trigger either way. And all she could hear now was the sound of her Hecate being fired.
"This was what Mista got for being cocky," she thought. "For trash talking this game! For making fun of its players! For being so nonchalant about killing people! I just hope that this victory will put him in his pla-"
"WINNER! MISTA!" a robotic announcer cried, breaking Sinon out of her train of thought. She couldn't believe what she heard. Mista won the match? HOW?! She had shot the bullet! He was lying on the ground! And as she looked down, she still saw Mista on his stomach. Yes! He's still immobilized! But the announcement said he won? HOW?! Did I miss my shot? But even if I did, it wouldn't mean Mista would have won! So how?
As Sinon contemplated the announcement, she noticed that her Hecate was lying on the ground. Confused, she went to pick it up, only for her hand to phaze right through her weapon. A shock ran through her body as she turned her head to look down at her weapon. And right near her weapon was a hand, unmoving and with slightly curled fingers. Sinon continued to look down to the arm it was connected to, and then the body. It was the body of a young girl in a strange, frisky outfit with a white scarf, green jacket, and light blue hair. But the girl wasn't moving, her eyes glazed over, a mouth hanging ajar, and a giant red circle between her eyes. And it was the last thing Sinon saw before she was teleported back to the hub.
. . .
"I was in spectator mode," she thought. She had only been in spectator mode once after losing in the Second Bullet of Bullets Tournament. Someone in spectator mode cannot interact with any of the surrounding environment or talk to people while inside of it. The only thing someone can do while in spectator mode is watch from other people's perspective or log out of the game.
The sniper broke out of her thoughts once again when she heard an eruption of "booing!" inside the hub as she watched Mista push his way through the crowd and give some menacing stares back at his haters to shut them up. Upon seeing Sinon, he waved to her with a smile on his face and came over to sit with her.
"What happened?" Sinon asked. "I thought I was the one who shot first."
"You were the only one who shot first," Mista claimed. "You'd think I'd waste my bullets on a Stand that can easily reflect them?"
"When I was firing those rounds off, my Numbers were still riding on those bullets," Mista explained. "While you were telling me about your Stand, the Numbers snuck their way inside the muzzle of your gun. After you fired your gun, my Stand kicked the bullet straight back into your head." Sinon couldn't believe what she was hearing. Had Mista planned that all along?
"I told you that I have a way of dealing with Close-Range types," Mista said with a smirk.
Sinon sighed, chuckling a bit too. "I guess I still have a long way to go."
"Not entirely. You really did have me with that whole boomerang ability of yours," Mista admitted.
"Thanks," Sinon said, now with a smile. "Oh, and by the way, that whole 'shoot don't talk' thing . . ."
"Yep," Mista confirmed. "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly."
To Be Continued . . .
Didn't think I'd come back, huh?
Sorry it took forever to get back! After my Finals were done, I was mainly writing my OG story and working at my job. We're really short on help at my place of business (as are most places cause nobody wants to work anymore), so I've been putting a lot of hours into that. But now, it's time to catch up!
First, and most importantly, KAZUYA IN SMASH! I always thought we were missing TEKKEN from Smash, and I really thought it would be Heihachi. But still, I was shocked at this character's reveal! He's probably the craziest fighter yet, in terms of combo potential! And while I will be happy with whoever they decide to end the roster on, I really hope it'll be Crash Bandicoot! But what I hope for the most is that Sakurai will FINALLY get a break!
Secondly, I wrote the first half of this story back in May, but stopped and posted my Letter of Apology the next day. So I had a hard time coming back to the flow of things with this chapter, but I still managed to get it done somehow! Hopefully the end product will be what people are expecting.
Thirdly, yeah, there's gonna be a new season of SAO. Just by reading the summary, the idea looks dumb. It literally is Minecraft Hardcore Mode, but imagine if all you're all worlds and servers were pulled into one and it could never be fixed. That's what Unital Ring sounds like. And no matter what you tell me, I don't think that concept can work in any situation.
"Don't worry, I'm not making the same mistakes again." -John Hammond (Jurassic Park 2).
"No, you're making all new ones." Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 2).
Literally every bad writer ever is summarized by those quotes.
And fourthly, for all you anime fans who have watched a wide range of shows, can you guess which one I've been hinting at? I can only tell you that this world is bigger than you think it is.
That's all for now! Hopefully the next chapter will be up sooner rather than later!
DID YOU KNOW: Doppio's name comes from the same Italian word, meaning double (for obvious reasons) but also can refer to a double espresso. But his last name is Vinegar. A vinegar expresso? Count me out, thank you.