*DISCLAIMER* Do I own MYST? No! I may be currently using the Riven discs, on loan from my brother while he is at college, but I most certainly do not own the rights to any of the games made by Cyan. They most certainly do.
~Author's Note~ I was already halfway through the original MYST when my brother came home with a copy of realMYST. He's a very nice older brother, and he let me play it, on his computer no less! We were both astonished at all of the new features. I'll tell you, it's hilarious to see a (nearly) grown man giggling as he chases butterflies through the woods on Myst Island. I hope you enjoy the first chapter of my realMYST experience!
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I had been waiting on the grassy knoll by the dock for what seemed like forever. Beautiful as it was, Myst island got lonely after a while. At long last, the wooden dock was empty no more. A young teenager appeared, looking slightly disoriented but otherwise not as confused as I expected the stranger to look. Wouldn't you be frightened, if you found a wayward book and, upon touching a page, been transported to another world entirely? It baffled me to look upon the girl, as she seemed to know exactly what was happening to her.
The girl's eyes did, though, get very wide as she took in her surroundings. "Arya, this is by far the coolest thing you've ever seen." Assuming she was speaking to herself in the third person, I now knew what to call her. "Check out the water. It's moving! It looks so real..." she murmured. The water looks real? What did she expect?
Arya mechanically made a right-angle turn to face the doorway of Atrus and Catherine's chamber. Then, very carefully, as though testing out her muscles, she turned more smoothly to face the wide ocean that surrounded the island. Again she turned until she was in the same spot she had arrived in.
"I...can...move!" she cried, and began laughing hysterically. Arya began to spin in a full circle, slowly at first, then faster and faster until even I became dizzy. "Ha-ha! Three-hundred-sixty degrees of motion! Just like real life!" She started to walk forward on the creaking dock, but stopped just short of the stone stairs. "I wonder..." and Arya quickly ran up the grass-covered hill that I had been sitting on. At the top, she stood stock still, mouth gaping open. "I am no longer confined to the simple boundaries of steps and paths! I have free range of motion!" Her voice suddenly changed from the giddiness of a young girl to a mock all-powerful God-like tone. "BOW DOWN TO ME, MERE MORTALS WITH ONLY FOUR DIRECTIONS OF MOVEMENT! MUAHahahahaha! I now OWN Myst island! I OWN IT!"
This teenager's arrogance annoyed me, and perplexed me at the same time. Who was this visitor to think she could own something as intangible as the creation of Myst island? And why was she so excited about the freedom to move about as she pleased, if she "owned" the island? This is not the stranger I was expecting to come to Atrus's rescue. In fact, I believe such an insane girl will be of more harm than help. Until tomorrow I will leave this scene of a wild girl running amok by the sea. How long can one person spend near the dock? Is it really that interesting?
~Author's P.S.:~ Did that drag on as much as it seemed to while I was writing it? I sure hope not. Honest, it was a lot funnier to actually watch me playing the game. I also got the feeling that I switched back and forth between past and present tense. Let me know if it was very distracting to the story. I have several more chapters brewing up in here (points to head), and I promise they get better as they go. I just kept being more and more amazed with the new advancements of realMYST! Please review; I need to know if this is an embarrassment to all writers everywhere or the greatest work ever written. We'll hope it's somewhere in between, eh?
~Author's Note~ I was already halfway through the original MYST when my brother came home with a copy of realMYST. He's a very nice older brother, and he let me play it, on his computer no less! We were both astonished at all of the new features. I'll tell you, it's hilarious to see a (nearly) grown man giggling as he chases butterflies through the woods on Myst Island. I hope you enjoy the first chapter of my realMYST experience!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I had been waiting on the grassy knoll by the dock for what seemed like forever. Beautiful as it was, Myst island got lonely after a while. At long last, the wooden dock was empty no more. A young teenager appeared, looking slightly disoriented but otherwise not as confused as I expected the stranger to look. Wouldn't you be frightened, if you found a wayward book and, upon touching a page, been transported to another world entirely? It baffled me to look upon the girl, as she seemed to know exactly what was happening to her.
The girl's eyes did, though, get very wide as she took in her surroundings. "Arya, this is by far the coolest thing you've ever seen." Assuming she was speaking to herself in the third person, I now knew what to call her. "Check out the water. It's moving! It looks so real..." she murmured. The water looks real? What did she expect?
Arya mechanically made a right-angle turn to face the doorway of Atrus and Catherine's chamber. Then, very carefully, as though testing out her muscles, she turned more smoothly to face the wide ocean that surrounded the island. Again she turned until she was in the same spot she had arrived in.
"I...can...move!" she cried, and began laughing hysterically. Arya began to spin in a full circle, slowly at first, then faster and faster until even I became dizzy. "Ha-ha! Three-hundred-sixty degrees of motion! Just like real life!" She started to walk forward on the creaking dock, but stopped just short of the stone stairs. "I wonder..." and Arya quickly ran up the grass-covered hill that I had been sitting on. At the top, she stood stock still, mouth gaping open. "I am no longer confined to the simple boundaries of steps and paths! I have free range of motion!" Her voice suddenly changed from the giddiness of a young girl to a mock all-powerful God-like tone. "BOW DOWN TO ME, MERE MORTALS WITH ONLY FOUR DIRECTIONS OF MOVEMENT! MUAHahahahaha! I now OWN Myst island! I OWN IT!"
This teenager's arrogance annoyed me, and perplexed me at the same time. Who was this visitor to think she could own something as intangible as the creation of Myst island? And why was she so excited about the freedom to move about as she pleased, if she "owned" the island? This is not the stranger I was expecting to come to Atrus's rescue. In fact, I believe such an insane girl will be of more harm than help. Until tomorrow I will leave this scene of a wild girl running amok by the sea. How long can one person spend near the dock? Is it really that interesting?
~Author's P.S.:~ Did that drag on as much as it seemed to while I was writing it? I sure hope not. Honest, it was a lot funnier to actually watch me playing the game. I also got the feeling that I switched back and forth between past and present tense. Let me know if it was very distracting to the story. I have several more chapters brewing up in here (points to head), and I promise they get better as they go. I just kept being more and more amazed with the new advancements of realMYST! Please review; I need to know if this is an embarrassment to all writers everywhere or the greatest work ever written. We'll hope it's somewhere in between, eh?