Hullo, there! I had this great idea for my first fanfic! It is a RAGNAROK
ONLINE FANFIC! If you don't know what Ragnarok is, then go to www.yahoo.com
and find out!
*Waits*
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Well, for those of you out there who know what Ragnarok, the GREATEST
ONLINE RPG, is, I will tell you my story. My computer is messed up, so I
can only use it as a damn typewriter. Hence, I CAN'T PLAY ROOOO!!! =(
So, since I have so much spare time, I'll entertain you with my original RO
fanfic!!! (It's original if you haven't seen HACK, heheh!)
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Chapter 1: Coffee and Toasts
The boy woke up that morning and he instantly ran to his pc to turn it on. While the computer had the WINDOWS logo on it, the boy was showering. By the time he came out of the shower, the screen showed all those beautiful icons he had designed from scratch with a flamboyant wallpaper of Squall and Rinoa as a background. He clicked on the icon in the very center of his elaborate designed. It was RO time.
"Hey, sup, Gawain," a thief yelled at the knight on the Peco-Peco, "Where you heading to?"
The knight looked down at him, "Am going to Glast Heim, Dusk."
"Can I come with you?"
There was a long pause. Gawain finally said, "We can't even share experience down there and you would probably die as soon as you see a Jakk. You better go back to Payon, the cave suits you better..."
Dusk looked down at the ground, "You are right, Gawain. I just suck at this game."
Gawain errupted in laughter, "Don't give up, you dummy, just keep on playing. But you know, you should start a new character. I mean, you wasted 20 points in intelligence and you are a thief, not a damn mage. Just remake it and I will help you level up, ok?"
Dusk smiled, "Alright! It will take just a second..."
It was past midnight. The boy had some coffee and toasts in the desk next to the table with the pc. When he was about to click on the CREATE button, he took a sip of coffee. Suddenly, the whole room started to shake. The boy knew it was an earthquake. He tried to stand up, but as he did, he stumbled and felt over the cables of the computer along with the cup of coffee. The mingling of the hot liquid and the electricity wasn't good. But before his last breath of life abandonned him, he pressed the ENTER button and the new Dusk was created.
He woke up in a strange, dim-litted room. Vines covered the walls and light radiated only through the fine windows stained with the vivid colors of the rainbow. He was lying down in the top of a strange tomb in the middle of the small room with a large oval window to his right. To his left, he saw a large white door. He got up and glanced at the room with awe. It looked like the burial chambers for a special someone. But he didn't want to know who this special someone was. All he wanted to know was how to get out of the place. He thought the place was extremely dreary: "This must be a desolated church in the middle of the wilderness, but what am I doing here?"
With a feeling of apprehension he opened the white door. Indeed, it was a gigantic church. He was directly behind the altar. He saw the sillehoute of the benches where the believers used to sit, surrounded by the utter darkness of the night. He walked past the altar and down the two stairs towards the benches. He glanced back. There was no cross. No identifiable symbol that might represent a deity. Only a crimsom, crescent moon. He wondered what it meant.
A sudden movement caught his attention. He looked back towards the benches. It was a blonde girl with a white tunic over her and a strange looking staff. The staff radiated a powerful blue light which scalded the vision of the boy, yet he could still see the face of the girl. Her face was the wind of apathy and disdain mingled with the insignificant breath of suffering and pain. "Who are you?" the boy asked.
"In a place you shan't be for long," the girl answered with a melodic chant, "What is thy wish, young man?"
"I just want to know where I am and how I got here" he screamed as a sudden gust of wind started pushing him back towards the altar.
"My power lies within this realm alone hence thy question can find answers within yourself," she said and a hint of a smile passed swiftly through her lips, "Yet I shall grant you the answer to who you are, Dusk."
The lights went out. He could recognize the place. It was Prontera. But.. It wasn't a game. He could feel it. Could it be a dream? A knight in shinning armor passed right by his side. The dazzling shield confused him, but he still heard his words, "A baphomet is coming!"
He saw him running towards him. A juggernaut ready to set rampage in his bones and flesh. He froze down until he saw the glimmer from the huge scythe falling down towards him. He dodged the slash in the nick of time. Somehow, his reflexes were amazingly fast. He thought to himself, "So it is a dream after all". But suddenly, he felt the pain. His arm had a huge bruise. He yelled in pain while the next strike of the scythe aimed at his neck.
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Chapter 1: Coffee and Toasts
The boy woke up that morning and he instantly ran to his pc to turn it on. While the computer had the WINDOWS logo on it, the boy was showering. By the time he came out of the shower, the screen showed all those beautiful icons he had designed from scratch with a flamboyant wallpaper of Squall and Rinoa as a background. He clicked on the icon in the very center of his elaborate designed. It was RO time.
"Hey, sup, Gawain," a thief yelled at the knight on the Peco-Peco, "Where you heading to?"
The knight looked down at him, "Am going to Glast Heim, Dusk."
"Can I come with you?"
There was a long pause. Gawain finally said, "We can't even share experience down there and you would probably die as soon as you see a Jakk. You better go back to Payon, the cave suits you better..."
Dusk looked down at the ground, "You are right, Gawain. I just suck at this game."
Gawain errupted in laughter, "Don't give up, you dummy, just keep on playing. But you know, you should start a new character. I mean, you wasted 20 points in intelligence and you are a thief, not a damn mage. Just remake it and I will help you level up, ok?"
Dusk smiled, "Alright! It will take just a second..."
It was past midnight. The boy had some coffee and toasts in the desk next to the table with the pc. When he was about to click on the CREATE button, he took a sip of coffee. Suddenly, the whole room started to shake. The boy knew it was an earthquake. He tried to stand up, but as he did, he stumbled and felt over the cables of the computer along with the cup of coffee. The mingling of the hot liquid and the electricity wasn't good. But before his last breath of life abandonned him, he pressed the ENTER button and the new Dusk was created.
He woke up in a strange, dim-litted room. Vines covered the walls and light radiated only through the fine windows stained with the vivid colors of the rainbow. He was lying down in the top of a strange tomb in the middle of the small room with a large oval window to his right. To his left, he saw a large white door. He got up and glanced at the room with awe. It looked like the burial chambers for a special someone. But he didn't want to know who this special someone was. All he wanted to know was how to get out of the place. He thought the place was extremely dreary: "This must be a desolated church in the middle of the wilderness, but what am I doing here?"
With a feeling of apprehension he opened the white door. Indeed, it was a gigantic church. He was directly behind the altar. He saw the sillehoute of the benches where the believers used to sit, surrounded by the utter darkness of the night. He walked past the altar and down the two stairs towards the benches. He glanced back. There was no cross. No identifiable symbol that might represent a deity. Only a crimsom, crescent moon. He wondered what it meant.
A sudden movement caught his attention. He looked back towards the benches. It was a blonde girl with a white tunic over her and a strange looking staff. The staff radiated a powerful blue light which scalded the vision of the boy, yet he could still see the face of the girl. Her face was the wind of apathy and disdain mingled with the insignificant breath of suffering and pain. "Who are you?" the boy asked.
"In a place you shan't be for long," the girl answered with a melodic chant, "What is thy wish, young man?"
"I just want to know where I am and how I got here" he screamed as a sudden gust of wind started pushing him back towards the altar.
"My power lies within this realm alone hence thy question can find answers within yourself," she said and a hint of a smile passed swiftly through her lips, "Yet I shall grant you the answer to who you are, Dusk."
The lights went out. He could recognize the place. It was Prontera. But.. It wasn't a game. He could feel it. Could it be a dream? A knight in shinning armor passed right by his side. The dazzling shield confused him, but he still heard his words, "A baphomet is coming!"
He saw him running towards him. A juggernaut ready to set rampage in his bones and flesh. He froze down until he saw the glimmer from the huge scythe falling down towards him. He dodged the slash in the nick of time. Somehow, his reflexes were amazingly fast. He thought to himself, "So it is a dream after all". But suddenly, he felt the pain. His arm had a huge bruise. He yelled in pain while the next strike of the scythe aimed at his neck.