Day 1: Initial Contact

We continue our adventure as a group of five headed out unto the unknown. Unravelling the steps towards the mysteries that surround them and perhaps the mystery of the event itself. They were now travelling a considerable distance away from the city, with the help of their pick-up truck, painted red to make it speed faster.

"…take me home! To the place…. I belong…!"

"Your singing sucks man!" the duck-man complained.

"West Virginia…!-"

*punch!*

"AAA-!" Tiko yelled.

*smack!*

He winced as the hooded man, Tiko, rolled towards the other side of the flatbed in the pickup, hitting the back. The duck-man's strength was enough to knock him off his seat. It was still surreal watching him flash red whenever they took damage.

"That fucking hurts!" Tiko yelled.

"All right man…" the scientist guy, Yale, who was driving the pickup turned towards the flatbed. "Don't do that again, we still don't know what'll happen if we die multiple times."

"Aight." the duck-man turned his head, facing away from the group. Mark felt sorry for Milford, having the unfortunate skin of being a duck, though he could speak normally, he felt self-conscious towards his appearance. He also felt sorry for people who had… certain body parts as their faces.

He looked up at the sky again, seeing that the red mist was thinning and the recognizable blue sky was present. The group were following the sunrise, and had already found and called off some groups back to the city to get some comms for their work. Last he heard, they were looking for some bonemeal and some modded ores. This was now an important mission, for their survival, and future existence. Even if they were basically immortal demi-gods, they were very familiar with the concept of the laws of murphy.

More than they liked.

They helped Tiko get back up, though more sullen and less jackassy. Though he perked back right up when they were discussing morbid topics like the collapse of Verod. He shook his head at the irony.

Mark saw something rise out from the distance, realizing that it was smoke. "We got smoke to our right!" he quickly materialized his diamond-tipped steel sword. Feeling the weight and the unease, perhaps quickly realizing that he may have fought in wars before, they all took place behind the screen.

They drove closer and closer, then Yale said. "Take the wheel." he gave it to Farly, dressed as a stereotypical Frenchman, "Yale?" the man in question jumped off the truck and quickly deployed his jet-pack. "Woah!" he roared towards the increasingly distressing sight. "What the hell is he doing!?" Milford stood up, zooming in to see… figures smashing something. Mark gripped his sword tighter.

It all came from nowhere, but it shouldn't be much surprising as they were near the badlands. They never quite knew why their ancestors continued to stay, despite the increasing danger of a magical force that changed the lands that once were fertile. Perhaps, when they prayed to the goddess for their protection that they would've been saved.

So much good that did.

Lily cried out as she tried to brute force one of her legs out from the grasps of her captor. The hulking orc lifted her upside down, covering her dress with her face and exposing her underside to the brutish creature. She really did struggle, kicking the orc's face with her knee, but to no avail. As it grabbed the other leg, essentially leaving only her dangling arms, that couldn't even reach even if she could've. The orc's mouth watered at her sex and went straight into ripping off her panties.

She shivered, and screamed louder than before, as the time had come. The degenerate then began to lick her folds, slobbering it with saliva and musk. She let out a gasped cry, ashamed and disgusted.

"Nooo! Don't lick meee!" she cried again, only serving to excite the orc and sucking her mound of venus more forcefully, her eyes pointed into pinpricks from the pressure in her loins then gritted her teeth as she felt searing pain. Screaming more incoherently as the orc forced his rough tongue to pierce her hymen, eagerly sucking the blood and discharge with his dirty mouth.

"He took my virginity, with his tongue…" she thought, feeling pain and sooner pleasure building up within her-

"WHAT THE FUUUCK!" both of them looked up to see a white-robed man with fire shooting out from behind him. Before the orc could attempt to rationalize, he couldn't do so anymore as his primitive brain had transformed into brain matter. Dropping the girl into the ground. "Ugghh…" she moaned in pain, feeling it everywhere in her body.

She made no attempt to have a better look at the curious man, only holding her everything tight to lessen to torture. She could hear bangs and explosions, but she only closed her eyes, full of tears and just listened while she layed prone on the ground.

It was becoming clearer now, it was a village being attacked by ogres or demons or something, it didn't matter. The moment they heard the earth shrieking scream, served to make them have second thoughts. But Mark changed that, after a moment of hesitation quickly charged into the fray, making them willing to help their comrades-in-arms. Mark saw his target, and quickly equipped his personalized gear, goggles on his face, and stabbed the orc-thing in its back, roaring in pain before he twisted his weapon. Killing it instantly.

When he turned around to look for more enemies to kill, he saw a sight that sickened him to his core. Like a deranged man's theatre, blood and semen were spread out everywhere in the village center, the crushed heads of sons and fathers littered the field, while the women were used as demented accessories for the orcs, parodying a twisted festival of the harvest.

He stood staring at them, like one who'd view a car crash happening in slow motion. Unknowing of the orc chieftain behind raising his war club up his head.

"MARK! LOOK OUT!" Milford yelled.

He realized this too late as he turned around, despair written on his face before being smashed in the face. Blinking red and crushing his nose, forehead, and dislocating his jaw, and bending his neck.

He layed prone on the bloody ground as well.

Before his injuries quickly righted themselves again and he felt a quarter of his hearts disappear. He looked up to see the ugly visage of orc genitals above him and with stride, drove his sword into its balls without hesitation, bloodying his face. The orc chieftain roared in being stabbed in the balls and fell backwards, dead. He realized that an older woman was on the chieftain's crotch, the eyes of emptiness stared at him, saying what he did was of no use. He looked behind him again seeing the surprised faces of the orcs, looking almost comical.

But he knew that his job wasn't done. He heard more explosions and the sound of fighting behind him.

He gripped his sword tighter still.

*SLASH*

*BABABANG*

*VROOOOM*

*SLASLASLASH*

*SMACK*

*BOOM*

*PEW*

*BABABANG*

*PEWPEWPEW*

Lily felt herself being picked up, her eyes still blurry with tears, and her cunt still wet from all kinds of nasty liquids, she shivered. She wiped her tears seeing the visage of herself, two goggles of her face reflected back at her as a man in a dark leather jacket carried her somewhere. She felt something soft touching her back, realizing that she was on a bed, she looked to her side, seeing others like her on beds as well.

She heard glass shattering, and red mist covering them. She felt… more fresh and more vigorous, she felt that she had the strength to stand up. "Were those enough health pots?" she heard a male voice ask.

"They look fine… well as fine as any rape victim anyways." she thought she was seeing things, why is his head a duck? Then she noticed the people before her all arranged. Two young men, the one who carried her, and the other in a dirtied white coat. A hooded figure, she thought, looked like death himself and the duck-man.

"Thank you… strangers for saving our village." An old woman she recognized as the village elder's wife bowed her head to their rescuers. "Uh… you're welcome Miss…?" the white coat said. The elder's expression delated "Mrs. Mathilde… my husband protected me…"

"O-Oh… I'm sorry." he bowed his head, as did his companions. The elder looked around the village, walking past the young men. "I-It's all ruined…" they could hear the tragedy in her voice, looking at the remains of the barn, the bloody and cum-stained well, broken fences and collapsed church. It made the companions feel uncomfortable and ashamed that they didn't come sooner. Each affecting them personally as they looked.

"Um… ma'am?" Mark started. He felt uncomfortable looking at those eyes, the pain and suffering too much to bear. "I-I think you should…" he was about to say…

But the hooded man suddenly spoke up "We could take you to Verod!" he declared. Many looked at him warily, some with curiosity, few… with hope. "Verod?" a small girl questioned, holding hands with a younger boy, or her little brother. "Our town! Over there!" Tiko pointed them north. Now the gazes have become more wary, more suspicious, and most fearful.

"But that's where the orcs come from!" a young boy, almost twelve years. Glared at these audacious strangers. The coated man tried to explain, "Wai-"

"We got this!" Tiko interrupted, pointing a strange black object towards the sky.

*BABABABABANG!*

The survivors went from uncertain to outright terrified. A reasonable amount screeched and got away from the strange and dangerous men. This time, pandemonium struck here.

"Oh good fucking job, you've pissed them off!" Milford yelled at Tiko.

"I'm sorry!" he quickly unequipped the AK-47 to clasp his hands in forgiveness.

"Sorry won't fucking cut it! We've got a fucking situation now! And if we don't fucking explain ourselves we'll all fucking get it I'll tell you!" The duck-man pulling his feathers from his head in frustration.

Yale gritted his teeth as he looked between his arguing friends and the panicking village peoples. "Wait! We meant no harm please!" he raised his hands in the surrender position, quite ironic in their position. The only ones who stayed near them were few, including the boy, the elder's widow, and a few bedridden girls, staring at the scene before them.

Few looked out from the ruins, some were on the ground slipping from the red and white goo, though almost all of them ran off to nowhere. Now, silence greeted them and nobody made a move at that moment.

The four-man crew stood in the faces of judgement, but the older boy spoke to them. "So, there are no orcs where you come from? No…demons?" making a hard face. "Y-Yeah, we don't." the scientist said, though he knew it wasn't entirely true as there were players who wore demon skins, and an orc girl, he heard about some time ago. "It's fortified with walls, and cannons."

"Cannons?"

"Artillery…?" Yale answered, unsure if he understood. "They are… tubes that shoot out metal." Some of the townsfolk were still undecided whether to trust them, but they did save their lives. So few began to trust them bit by bit.

"My name's… Yale, Doctor Yale." he stretched his hand towards the boy, looking him in the eye. "Albert." the almost-teenager answered curtly. "That's my grandmother." he pointed at the old woman still silently staring at the wrecked village. "Huh, well… these are my compatriots, Tiko, Milford, and Mark." he pointed at each of them. "Farly is probably in the truck, somewhere." he mulled out loud.

"How are we gonna carry them back?" The three men looked at Mark, looking grim. "Well… duh, we craft wagons, it'll just take… basically wood!" Tiko punched a ruin, and did it again, until it became a block, burnt oak. "I don't think we can craft with that." the duck-man began to move towards the trees. Punching the tree and felling, then ate it whole. The surviving villagers' eyes bulged as it looked like Milford ate the tree.

"Wh-"

Then spitted out a table from his face. "Looks freaky when it's real." The survivors looked at Tiko, bewildered. It wasn't really spitting from his mouth, more like it materializing instantly with no further effects, just like the game. "Is… everyone like you?" A girl on the bed asked nervously.

Then the duck man suddenly held a small thing… a model? And placed them on the ground, creating five wagons from his hands. "Everyone of us." Mark answered the girl, softly. Then the four of them began to converse closely near the wagons.

"So how are we gonna tie this?"

"Do we even have enough fuel?"

"I hoped that they had horses with them."

"Can they even go in?"

"Hmm, we'll have to test whether their physics or our physics can work."

"I guess so…"

"But, they are live test subjects… but we don't have enough time." the doctor pointed at the sky, slowly turning into twilight. They conversed more before a morbid thought took the doctor. He went to one of the orc corpses and placed it in one of the wagons. "Hmm, it didn't become blocky or glitch out. Oh especially if it glitches out." he sweat-dropped at his moment of near-recklessness.

Mark looked at the villagers, their mood considerably less fearful. A small smile formed on his face as he turned to call for Farly.

The doctor turned to them, with a gloved hand outstretched.

"So… off we go?"

AN:

24/09/21: Here's second chapter, made this while listening to Kitchen Nightmares while watching the Kuroinu hanime muted. It was… an intersting experience…

24/09/21: Made minor tweaks to make me sleep peacefully at night.

25/09/21: Dusted off grammar error, thanks Nightwatch 7.

26/09/21: Overhaul along with the release of Day 1: Lights in The Darkness