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Author's note: It lacks a prologue because I couldn't think of one for this story. Besides, I haven't used the old format for weeks.
And Mat49324, we have a lot in common. We really should do a joint project sometime. If you have any ideas, e-mail me.
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Chapter 1: Entry
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THURSDAY 01:31 PM - SPIES' VILLA
The girls and I were watching the newest game show in Beverly Hills, RPGames. It was pretty exciting, believe me.
I called up the RPGames website on my computer. "RPGames is a special reality game show, modeled to imitate what an RPG would be like in real life. Contestants come in groups of three, picked from entrants every Friday. I think I'll do a column on it in the school newsletter."
At that moment, Clover's X-powder rang, signaling a phone call. She answered. "Hello? … Hi, Mom. … Normi? Yeah, I remember him. … You want us to babysit him while he's here? … Well, I'm not too sure about it. … Well, if you're going to use THAT tone of voice. Sure, we'll keep an eye on the guy."
Clover hung up with a frown on her face. "We have to babysit my cousin, Normi. Remember him?"
"All too well," Alex responded. "He's almost as annoying as Mandy is."
Sam shushed us. "This is a good part. The three contestants are about to face off against that big Fire Dragon."
As we watched, one contestant cast an ice spell at the dragon, another hit it with a sword, and the third used some item that bolstered his defense.
The sword and ice spell did minimal damage. The dragon then unleashed a blast of fire that fried all three contestants, even the one with his defense up.
A female voice chimed in. Oh, of all the rotten luck. Too bad for this team, it's GAME OVER for them! One can only speculate how the next team will do. This is Tina D. signing off for RPGames!
Alex glanced at us. "I don't know about you, but I think that Fire Dragon was seriously overpowered. Nobody's ever beaten one of those."
"We just might be the first," I countered. "I say we sign up for the next RPGames match. I've got the entry setup page right here."
"But there are only three contestants per team," Clover countered. "Who doesn't go?"
We drew straws. Clover lost. She was visibly disappointed.
I went first. I had to enter my name, and choose a class from a list. I also had to disperse 60 stat points among four categories: HP, MP, Attack, and Defense.
As the girls watched, I entered my name as Leo, my class as Hunter, and my other stats as 25 HP, 15 MP, 10 Attack, and 10 Defense. I then hit GO, and got my entry form printed out on the nearby printer.
Sam went next. She entered the name Samantha, the class Mage, and the stats 20 HP, 30 MP, 5 Attack, and 5 Defense. She clicked GO with the same result.
Alex's entry went Alexandra, Thief, 25 HP, 20 MP, 10 Attack, and 5 Defense. Her entry form joined mine and Sam's as she clicked GO.
When all three entries were ready, I placed them in an envelope together, sealed it, stamped it, addressed it, and slipped it in the mailbox. "I wonder whether we'll get picked."
"What are the chances of that happening?" Clover shot back. "I mean, there must be at least a hundred teams begging to be picked."
UNDISCLOSED TIME - RPGAMES BACKSTAGE AREA
"Wow, we have a lot of entries here. What's this? Samantha, Leo, and Alexandra? Aren't they those spies from WOOHP? I believe we have our picks for the next show, heh heh heh."
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I like adding a little suspense. A little suspense "in terms of missions," as Mat put it.