Amalgamating Flesh & Pixels
Chapter 1:
My name is Jack Frost
I flew through the dead trees, wooden staff clutched tightly in one hand as I dodged tree limbs, laughing all the while. There was a group of three people chasing me at the moment. Just to get you all up to speed; I took all their items.
Yup, all their hard earned items are now in my possession. Why did I take their stuff, you ask? Because the looks on their faces was completely priceless when they went to take out their weapons to fight off a ward of Abdominal Snowmen, courtesy of moi, and there was nothing to fight with.
I don't think this prank to be a malicious one, but one of hearty humor! And if you think otherwise than clearly you don't know a good prank when you see one.
I took their items and placed them innocently on the ground a good distance away from the group and quickly flew off. Even though I take peoples stuff, I never actually steal it, because I mean, wow, rude much? (Okay fine, I do take some things. But it's usually money so I'm sure they don't mind too much.) The wind carried me off to find my next victim.
My name is Jack Frost.
How did I come up with such a peculiar username?
A player by the name Man in the Moon told me so. I wrote a message back to the same guy, but he never says anything back. The same message is all he ever sends me. I received that message a long time ago.
I decided to entertain the thought and base my character off the name; short white hair that stuck up in odd ends, blue eyes, pale skin, and I got started off with some raggedy old clothes, but later on when I got more money I bought a blue sweatshirt that had frost designs on it to replace the old brown shawl I had. My class choice was a Mage and I have a wooden staff for my weapon of choice. I only ever use ice abilities.
I'm the type of person who is more play and no work. I can be invisible when I want to be and other times I can be pretty hard to ignore.
It wasn't until a little while later did I realize just how much the character resembled me, like in real life me, just I didn't have white hair or blue eyes. And it must be some kind of sick coincidence that my real name just so happens to be Jack.
I spent the next good hour or so freezing, messing, and even occasionally fighting other players. Naturally, however, I don't play fair so I win and they lose all their hard earned items unconditionally. But the fighting thing isn't really my style and I tend to avoid them like the plague. Sorta like how people avoid me.
See, I don't have any friends on this stupid game. In fact, I don't have friends in the real world either. I guess that's kinda what keeps me logging on. There isn't really much to lose.
There was this one kid though, now that I think about it.
His name is Jamie and he's, like, 11. He sends me messages every now and then asking me how I've been or if I'll explore this dungeon with him. Yet, no matter how many times his friends tell him how I'm just nothing but trouble he still says otherwise and continues hanging out with me occasionally. I say occasionally because, like I said, he's 11 he can't be playing this game all the time.
I flew back to my own domain. My 'domain' was just a frozen pond in the middle of some dead forest that no one ever went into. Usually you get your own 'home' that you could decorate any way you like, but there is no way I can afford something like that (although I am pretty sure I could if I actually stole other players' items). I really liked it because it was nice and quiet and isolated. But ya know solitude is nice for only a certain amount of time, and then you just start feeling lonely.
I rested on the branch of a tree. Another thing about this place is that there's always a full moon visible. It only reminded me of that one player, Man in the Moon. He gave me my name, okay, the least he could do is talk to me! A friendly 'hello' would suffice enough.
I took this time to check my inbox. Okay, so due to my happy fun times I've become quite popular when it came to harsh messages.
A transparent window opened in front of me displaying my inbox. A red box with white numbers hung over the white icon of an envelope in the top left corner, showing how many messages I had, which currently was 179. I slid my finger down the screen and glanced at the subject lines, all of them displaying numerous exclamation points and curses. Nothing I haven't seen before. The messages themselves talk about how I treated the player on the other side of the text, all of them complaining about how I was a loser, an attention whore, a newbie, oh, and my favorite; jealous that I'm not as cool as The Guardians.
I laughed out loud and checked the Delete-All box and hit the delete button.
I suppose I should elaborate on the whole "Guardian" thing.
Alright, so there is this small group of players who everyone seemed to deem The Guardians. Quite an appropriate name I think. They are complete goody-two shoes who help out all newbie players and anyone who asks and they never break any of the rules and blah blah blah boring junk. They've been around and playing far longer than I have, but I find it hilarious when I get messages claiming that I'm 'jealous' or trying to get just as much attention as them. Hah! Jealous? Of those guys? Please.
At the same time though, they may be these oh so very great players, but no one ever sees them. They're like those childhood icons. You better be good otherwise Santa Claus won't give you any presents. You better go to bed so the Sandman can give you good dreams. You better put your tooth under your pillow so the Tooth Fairy will come and get it!
Maybe that was the point, who knows. No one's ever seen them. If you go on the board there are always those few people who claim to have spotted them someplace somewhere like they're some kind of extinct mythological creatures, like Bigfoot. Then there are the people who don't think they even exist. Like someone made them up or the Admins just spew out lies just to keep people playing the game.
Jamie believes they're real players and he really wants to see them. He likes to keep me updated on all the recent spottings and on more than a few instances likes to gush about how cool they must be.
But I can't assure you they are in fact real since I have never encountered any of them. The thing is though.
I believe they exist too.