H3ubChapter One/b/u/H3
p The figure of an old man stood over a hillside of Nuremburg, Germany. The the man's eyes were covered by his hands, and his face
p His long gray hair cascaded over his shoulders on either side. With his long bony fingers he traced the engraving of the epitaph of his love's grave.
p EMMA WEILANT
p A tear fell from the corner of his left eye.
"I promise with every fiber of my being," he mumbled to the freshly dug grave, "Your child will become ours, and I will give her life…"
pcenter***** ***** *****/center
p His friends had been telling him about over the past few weeks, and he had finally had the time to actually sit down and download it. He had been watching as the blue bar ever-so-slowly made its way across the downloading window, block by block, pixel by pixel.
pDownload: 1% remainingbr
Approximate Time Remaining: 2 minute(s).
p He eagerly tapped his fingers on his computer desk. He had been waiting over three hours for his download to complete, and he was not entirely sure if he could bear the next two minutes and maintain his sanity.
pApproximate Time Remaining: 1 minute(s).
p How could "Fragment" be such a large program that it would take over three hours to download on his new direct satellite internet? He knew that since its release one year ago, that it had gained huge popularity, but why on earth did it have to have so many files to download?
p His friends had told him about "Fragment," but they didn't give him very many details. Every time he would ask they would simply reply, "You'll just have to download it and see!" He grumbled to himself. This had better be worth it.
pDownload Completed! Click Here to run file.
p Tears welled up in the lower part of his eyes. After three gruesome hours, and about 4 boxes of Hot Pockets, the agonizing download had completed. It was all he could to not dance around his computer.
p He ran the file and watched as the seemingly random digits flew across the screen.
p Welcome to Fragment! An online gaming community.
p He answered each one of the seemingly endless "personal" questions such as name, address, phone number, etc. He clicked the button that led to the next screen titled "Time and Date". He inputted the date: July 18, 2006, and the time: 4:27 pm. He then proceeded to the next screen.
pDesired Username?:_____________
p The cursor blinked within the text box for nearly five minutes before he was even able to process the question. He wondered to himself whether or not the username was what his character's name would be. He keyed "Apollo" into the keyboard. Apollo had been a name that his friends had called him a few years before, and it had a decent sound to it, though he still wanted to know if that would actually be his character's name. He clicked the Next button and moved onto the next page of the registration process.
p He glared at the next question with a growing hate. He knew this would happen… he just knew it.
pDesired Character Name?:_____________
p Once again he watched the dreaded cursor with a look of utter disgust. He was sick of all of the pointless questions! All he wanted to do was design his character and play the game that he had read previews for in top-notch gaming magazines! What had he done to deserve this?
p The cursor continued to blink at a steady pace.
p He knew that he needed to think of something, but all he could think of was the gleeful death of his computer. He wanted nothing more than to shove a long pointy object through the screen.
"Anagrams!" He yelled. He loved to do anagram puzzles sometimes when he was bored. Maybe an anagram could help him think of his character's name. He wrote the letters D-E-A-T-H on a nearby receipt from a computer game he had purchased days before.
p "…Hated, Thead, Detha, Athed…" He mumbled the names out loud hoping one of them would have a ring to it, but none of those had the sound he was looking for
p "…Theda, Ethad, Thade… THADE!"
p His eyes sparkled with excitement. It may not have been the best thing he had ever thought of, but it worked, and it sounded decent.
p He continued to the next page labeled "Final Step: Character Design". He had been looking forward to this part.
p A picture of a large, shirtless bulky man appeared in the center of the screen with arrows surrounding different features such as body type, hair style, eye color, etc. He went through each of the options and chose what he thought looked best, and he was rather satisfied with the results.
p Thade's somewhat short, spiked hair was the perfect length for a guy of his build, and the way his hair laid on his head, it was almost as if you could see the wind blowing. He had the markings of a blue crescent moon on both his left cheek and the left side of his chest, the one on his chest having triangular rays seeming to jump from the outer curved section of the moon. Thade also had symmetric markings on both of his arms, one on his biceps and the other on each of his wrists. In both of his hands he held an average sized sickle with black wrappings around the base where he held them.
p His left pant leg came all the way down to his ankle, but the right ended slightly above his knee leaving enough room for a yellow band of cloth around his ankle. There was a small yellow pocket, outlined in red, on the left side of his pants, and a red band encircled the pant leg just before the end on either side. Tucked inside the front of the pants was a small chain that entangled itself around his body in a twisted fashion. Also, he wore a tilted black belt that loosely rode on his hips, not supporting anything at all.
p On both of his feet were sort of a "wave" that engulfed his toes, and went about halfway up his foot, only to be coved by his samurai-style sandals that he wore.
p After confirming for the last time that he was satisfied with his results both with himself, and the system, he clicked the next button with a sigh of relief.
p He had finally completed the registration process!
p The figure of an old man stood over a hillside of Nuremburg, Germany. The the man's eyes were covered by his hands, and his face
p His long gray hair cascaded over his shoulders on either side. With his long bony fingers he traced the engraving of the epitaph of his love's grave.
p EMMA WEILANT
p A tear fell from the corner of his left eye.
"I promise with every fiber of my being," he mumbled to the freshly dug grave, "Your child will become ours, and I will give her life…"
pcenter***** ***** *****/center
p His friends had been telling him about over the past few weeks, and he had finally had the time to actually sit down and download it. He had been watching as the blue bar ever-so-slowly made its way across the downloading window, block by block, pixel by pixel.
pDownload: 1% remainingbr
Approximate Time Remaining: 2 minute(s).
p He eagerly tapped his fingers on his computer desk. He had been waiting over three hours for his download to complete, and he was not entirely sure if he could bear the next two minutes and maintain his sanity.
pApproximate Time Remaining: 1 minute(s).
p How could "Fragment" be such a large program that it would take over three hours to download on his new direct satellite internet? He knew that since its release one year ago, that it had gained huge popularity, but why on earth did it have to have so many files to download?
p His friends had told him about "Fragment," but they didn't give him very many details. Every time he would ask they would simply reply, "You'll just have to download it and see!" He grumbled to himself. This had better be worth it.
pDownload Completed! Click Here to run file.
p Tears welled up in the lower part of his eyes. After three gruesome hours, and about 4 boxes of Hot Pockets, the agonizing download had completed. It was all he could to not dance around his computer.
p He ran the file and watched as the seemingly random digits flew across the screen.
p Welcome to Fragment! An online gaming community.
p He answered each one of the seemingly endless "personal" questions such as name, address, phone number, etc. He clicked the button that led to the next screen titled "Time and Date". He inputted the date: July 18, 2006, and the time: 4:27 pm. He then proceeded to the next screen.
pDesired Username?:_____________
p The cursor blinked within the text box for nearly five minutes before he was even able to process the question. He wondered to himself whether or not the username was what his character's name would be. He keyed "Apollo" into the keyboard. Apollo had been a name that his friends had called him a few years before, and it had a decent sound to it, though he still wanted to know if that would actually be his character's name. He clicked the Next button and moved onto the next page of the registration process.
p He glared at the next question with a growing hate. He knew this would happen… he just knew it.
pDesired Character Name?:_____________
p Once again he watched the dreaded cursor with a look of utter disgust. He was sick of all of the pointless questions! All he wanted to do was design his character and play the game that he had read previews for in top-notch gaming magazines! What had he done to deserve this?
p The cursor continued to blink at a steady pace.
p He knew that he needed to think of something, but all he could think of was the gleeful death of his computer. He wanted nothing more than to shove a long pointy object through the screen.
"Anagrams!" He yelled. He loved to do anagram puzzles sometimes when he was bored. Maybe an anagram could help him think of his character's name. He wrote the letters D-E-A-T-H on a nearby receipt from a computer game he had purchased days before.
p "…Hated, Thead, Detha, Athed…" He mumbled the names out loud hoping one of them would have a ring to it, but none of those had the sound he was looking for
p "…Theda, Ethad, Thade… THADE!"
p His eyes sparkled with excitement. It may not have been the best thing he had ever thought of, but it worked, and it sounded decent.
p He continued to the next page labeled "Final Step: Character Design". He had been looking forward to this part.
p A picture of a large, shirtless bulky man appeared in the center of the screen with arrows surrounding different features such as body type, hair style, eye color, etc. He went through each of the options and chose what he thought looked best, and he was rather satisfied with the results.
p Thade's somewhat short, spiked hair was the perfect length for a guy of his build, and the way his hair laid on his head, it was almost as if you could see the wind blowing. He had the markings of a blue crescent moon on both his left cheek and the left side of his chest, the one on his chest having triangular rays seeming to jump from the outer curved section of the moon. Thade also had symmetric markings on both of his arms, one on his biceps and the other on each of his wrists. In both of his hands he held an average sized sickle with black wrappings around the base where he held them.
p His left pant leg came all the way down to his ankle, but the right ended slightly above his knee leaving enough room for a yellow band of cloth around his ankle. There was a small yellow pocket, outlined in red, on the left side of his pants, and a red band encircled the pant leg just before the end on either side. Tucked inside the front of the pants was a small chain that entangled itself around his body in a twisted fashion. Also, he wore a tilted black belt that loosely rode on his hips, not supporting anything at all.
p On both of his feet were sort of a "wave" that engulfed his toes, and went about halfway up his foot, only to be coved by his samurai-style sandals that he wore.
p After confirming for the last time that he was satisfied with his results both with himself, and the system, he clicked the next button with a sigh of relief.
p He had finally completed the registration process!