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------[Adventures in Fake World]
------[Adventure Day One]
------[A Demon Named Zim]
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------Dib couldn't believe it. Him, grounded.
All for a little accident like causing a chain reaction
that destroyed decades of dedicated research. The
paranormal-investigator, who was now about 16, reached
under his bed and pulled out a box that said "Fake World; the
VR-RPG," pulling out a shaded visor, some gloves and several
other things before turning a switch on at the Visor.
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-----Fake World was the newest craze that had swept the Earth.
And it was the one thing that kept Dib from slipping into insanity while
Zim was likely plotting world domination behind his back..
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-----"Input Username," an automated voice called from
the visor. "Dib."
-----"Verify password."
-----"Aliens."
-----"Password accepted. Logging in....."
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-----Elevator music played for a while.
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-----".. Welcome to Fake World."
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------In Fake World, Dib's Avatar took form,
which looked like a mature, more menacing
and more muscular Dib, trenchcoat, cowlick
and all.
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------And, the first place he went to was, of coarse, the
Alien Arena where you fought monsters to gain exp, and
sometimes other players. It looked like a Greek colliseum,
with stands of other Users watching the fight. Dib walked into
one of the many doors that lead to the arena and stood in line.
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------After thirty minutes or so, he was at the door and could see
everything going on in the arena. The announcers had continuously
talked about a "fierce, demonic warrior" the past half hour; this must
be him.
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-------In the arena, two men stood facing eachother. The first, the
normal looking one, had tan skin, long black hair and red, spiked
armor, swinging a battle-axe to and fro. His foe merely stood confidently,
crossing his arms; He was atleast six and a half feet tall, and was enshrouded
in shadow; his skin was shadow-covered, all his clothes were black, and he
wielded a long sword that emitted black flames. "Pch, he's not so tough looking."
Dib said outloud. That was before the idiot warrior in red decided to start
the assault.
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--------The shaded warrior sprouted eight long slender black legs, resembling
a spider now as he sidestepped away, using one of his now ten legs to trip the
fighter. "Filthy stinkin' human.." the shadowy creature said with a cackle. Dib
blinked. "That sounded awefully familiar.."
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-------Before the fighter could get up, the shadowy warrior jabbed his sword
down into the fighter, the avatar shattering into pixels as the crowd burst into
applause. "Alright, kid, you're up next." a soldier said, shoving Dib through a
doorway into a fighter's lounge, of sorts.
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-------Dib looked around and sat down at a table. A low-level ten year old
Squire ran up to him. "Milord, can I announce ye? This place pays gold for
it, you know." said the child.
------"Yeah sure. Announce me as 'The Deliverer.'"
------The boy looked at him with an odd look, before he realized who he
stood before. "Oh, you're THAT guy." he said with a chuckle as he walked off.
Dib looked at him, annoyed. "And what's THAT supposed to mean!?"
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-------Then, the shadowy figure walked in, his aura fading into green
skin with a torn black trenchcoat with the sleeves ripped off, making
it more of a cape than anything, with black clothes underneat. He stared
at Dib with menacing red eyes. "You look familiar." they both said at once,
before both shot glares at eachother. "Dib."
-------"Zim!" Dib shouted out. "Argh, can't I go anywhere without
having to see your ugly green face?"
-------"I'd think this would be good sport for you, Dib. But don't
take it too hard when I pulverize you." Zim said with a smirk as
he dashed into a hallway, an odd looking figure following close behind;
Dib couldn't make out any features of it, but before he could ponder
any longer some guards came in and shoved him into the ring.
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-------"My lords, my ladies, and everyone else, I have the pleasure
to announce to you, the brave knight who shall rid this colleseum of
the wretched demon Zim, The Deliverer!"
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------Dib walked into the ring. Boos called out, and he was hit
with a virtual tomato. The warrior growled as he pulled out a long
lance-like weapon and stepped towards the center.
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------Then, an odd-looking robotic squire walked in, with glowing
red eyes and a menacing voice. "Let me announce once again,
human slaves," it said in a deep booming voice, before it's eyes
turned turquoise and it's voice to that of an imbecile's, "Master
Demon Invader Person Zimmie, who will... uh...
Beat up the guy with the really big head!" The little robot then
began shaking it's tin hiney and dancing oddly while going
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-do-doo-doom!" over and over again.
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------Dib growled as everyone roared in laughter. Zim walked into
the ring, his shadowy aura regained. "Any last words before
I inflict DOOM upon your pitiful human self?"
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------"Yeah, duck." Dib said, swiping low at Zim's feet and tripping
him with a smirk. "You talk too much."
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-------Zim growled, sprouting his virtual shadow spiderlike legs
as he pulled out a twin-bladed shadowsword. Dib blinked.
"Hey, where'd you get that? Those are supposed to be
rare one-of-a-kind weapons only acquirable by--"
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------Before he could finish, Zim slammed him over the head twice
with the flats of his twinsword and crouched down low with
a cackle. "I've been on this game longer than you think,
pitiful Earth worm."
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------Then, Zim began twirling his twinsword around like a
buzzsaw as he leapt up into the air, his shadowy form eclipsing
the simulated sun. Dib stared up at him. "Computer, status of
user Zim!" Dib said, knowing - well, hoping - that Zim would
be uncreative enough to use his own name.
------"Match found."
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------Red transluscent letters filled his eyes, showing a picture
of Zim and his current statistics..
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Username: Zim
Level: 192
Weaopn: Eternus Delitio
Detailed statistic unaccessable due to
"scan blocking" unit.
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--------"Aahh!" Dib yelled, rolling to the side as the blades,
and Zim, slammed into the ground. Zim took stance once
more, a cruel smirk crossing his face as Dib jumped up,
a look of horror in the young paranormal investigator's face.
"I see you've read my work." Zim said, holding his blade up
above his head and spinning it around. "Allow me to
show you how I acquired my ranking."
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----(Insert dramatic orchistral strings music with
gothic chanting and a bit of hard rock essense)
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------The entire arena quaked as Zim began his
spell, chanting words in an odd language, hundreds of
other voices harmonizing with his chants seemingly though
no source of the other voices could be found.
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------"Wh.. What the heck is that!?"
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-----Zim slowly rose into the air, a pillar of pure shadow
enveloping his form and growing wider. Dib yelled in
panic and ran towards the outer edges of the arena as
the pillar of darkness extended to fill half the middle of the
battle grounds. Then, as quickly as it came, everything
stopped. The chanting. The quaking. The vortex of pure
evil. And Zim.
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------Dib staggared over to where Zim's sword
stood, half-buried into the ground. He reached to
pick it up, but it fell over with a gust of wind,
revealing half a sword. "Oh, crap."
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------As soon as the words had left his mouth,
he felt a sharp blow to the back of his neck,
sending him slamming into the wall of the arena
as Zim held up his sword, the other half changing
into shadowy smoke and enveloping the other half,
forming the whole twin-sword once more.
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-------"Stupid, pathetic, filthy stinkbeast." Zim said
with a chuckle; the spiderlike legs had been replaced
by demonic wings, his hands and feet replaced by
claws, his legs reverse-joined as a raptor's. He was
twice as big and each step he took shook the ground a
bit and stirred up the dust below him. Dib sat up.
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-----"I may be new here but I can still hold my own!
For it is true skill that matters, not levels or ranks!" Dib
said heroically as he took stance. Dib smirked. "Yes,
you are right, Dib. But sadly for you, Human, I excell
in all of these categories." And in an instant, Zim disappeared,
reappearing behind Dib at lightning speed, grabbing him and
leaping into the air, before coming down and piledriving him into
the dirt. Dib gasped, the air being slammed out of him as
Zim cackled merrily. "What's wrong, Dib? Where's that
Skill you were talking about, hmm?"
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------Zim swiftly slid his foot under Dib and tossed him up
into the air, then did a roundhouse kick into Dib's head,
slamming him into the opposite wall. Then before "the dib"
could react, or even catch his breath, Zim smashed his feet
into Dib, slamming him into the wall and finishing the combo,
depleting all but a tiny fragment of Dib's Hp.
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------"Would you like me to stop being easy on you?" Zim
said with a sadistic grin. Dib panted, hardly able to stand. He
pulled out an herb and ate it quickly as his health was restored,
and a boost of energy coarsed through his veins. Then without
hesitation Dib thrust his lance at Zim's stomache. Zim cackled as
he grabbed the tip of the lance, holding it hard while thrusting his
foot into the center of it. The lance shattered, showering splinters
of steel every which way. "Guess they just don't make lances
like they used to." Zim said casually. Dib growled and pulled up
a gun, which Zim merely glared at, causing it to explode with telekenetic
force.
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-----"As much as I like humiliating you, Dib, I'm bored." Zim said.
He snapped his fingers as a swirling vortex of darkness rose around
Dib, blasting him into the air, his avatar shattering into pixels as the
crowd uproared in applause.
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------"Curses!" Dib yelled in his room, yanking the visor off and
tossing it to the ground in frustration.
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-----A/N: More than just Dib/Zim rivalry coming
in the next chapter! = ) Romance will come! Expect it!
And, well, what can I say? If you like it, REVIEW FOR
THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS CHEESEY AND GOOD!
Or I'll sick GIR on you. His stupidity will destroy you all!