This was suppose to be up last week... Sorry, college has been crazy and so has life. Still, I got it up! That counts, right? /shot
This is actually something frustrating that happened to me in the game! It made me so angry, but still here it is. I don't own anything, well, a copy of the game, but nothing else. Thank you for reading! By the way, if you have a request or something, feel free to ask. I wouldn't mind writing something for anyone. It's fun to try out different characters. Anyway, I'm blabbing again. Enjoy!
Alfred was crouched close to the floor, holding his hand out and telling his two companions to stop. Taking his bow out, the young blond steadied the bow and drew his arrow. He sneaked forward, pausing when he saw a Frost Troll. The bulky beast grunted, walking along the cave toward the area under the edge Alfred was perched on. Alfred took aim, shooting the beast in its head. The armored young man's companions scrambled, trying to find a way down to attack the Troll after the initial sneak attack.
"I swear, they have no brain…," Alfred mumbled, taking out a sword and charging magic in his other hand. He shot an intense blast of fire at the rugged looking monster, hitting it in the chest with a deafening boom. The powerful fire ball released an intense explosion of fire, stunning the Troll and startling his companions. Alfred smirked.
The Frost Troll went down easily enough. Alfred jumped off the ledge, landing gracefully on the floor of the cave. He glanced back, seeing the body of some poor soul who was unlucky enough to run into the creature. The warrior stood up, walking toward the exit of the cave. His companions followed, excited to escape.
"We did it! Now I can finish this quest," Alfred spoke to no-one in particular. The man – who he freed from a cell in the building he had to sneak through during said quest – thanked him and started to walk off. The other man complained and started to run. Alfred sighed and paused, looking at the sky. His eyes narrowed in thought as everyone froze. A roar filled echoed though the area. A dragon flew by, disturbing the snow, wind shaking the trees and everyone around from flying so close. It circled around before landing in from of Alfred and roared, ready to fight.
"A dragon? Fine, I can take it!" Alfred jeered. He drew his sword and slashed at the dragon, before being blow back from a blast of ice. It was a frost dragon. The other dragon spread its wings and took to the sky. Both dragons circled the area.
"Two! The hell!" Alfred yelled, sounding annoyed as he used his shield to block another blast of ice. The regular dragon landed, roaring as it snapped its jaw. When Alfred looked, he saw the two men fighting the dragon, one with a dagger and the other with his fists. The warrior fought off the dragon, dashing toward the two men only to see-
"GOD DAMMIT!"
Alfred threw his controller down on the ground, crossing his arms as his character was attacked by the dragons. Matthew sat on the bed, legs crossed and a laptop on his lap. The Canadian raised his head, looking away from the screen and seeing his brother cursing the game out and reloading the game, again and again.
"Wait happened this time, eh?" Matthew questioned dully, not really caring.
Alfred grunted, staring at the screen. The American gave more attention to the game then he did his family it seemed. The younger twin just watched, growing interested when he saw his brother's character fighting two dragons, before being attacked by some white bear. The American cursed and reloaded the game.
"Mattie! The game's cheating! Every time I reload, two dragons appear and some other creature does as well! I even got a snowy sabre cat once! Then I got an elder dragon with a bandit chief! My guys keep trying to fight and die! It's no fair!"
Matthew watched as Alfred ranted on about how unfair it was and how the NCPs kept dying, so on and so forth. Alfred was getting carried away if the Canadian had any words to describe the situation. Annoying, yes, but Matthew was used to his brother's behavior by now. It grew easier to block him out after a while.
"Yes! Take that, who is the best now!" Alfred cheered and taunted. The older twin laughed haughtily at the game, running down the road and jumping on some rocks. He checked his map and looked around. Matthew closed his laptop and waited for what he knew would happen. The Canadian smirked and counted down in his head. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1….
"What the hell! Why the hell can't I move!" Alfred screamed, yelling at his game in confusion and anger when his character fell between some rocks. He was stuck. Huffing when he realized the fact, Alfred tried several ways to escape. The American whined in annoyance when he slowly ran out of ideas. He tried a shout – which Matthew still didn't understand – then sprinting and jumping. The Canadian started to enjoy this, watching his brother try to move.
"What's wrong? Need a hand, bro?" Matthew snickered, watching his brother turn and glare at him. The Canadian just gave an innocent look, tilting his head to the side. Revenge was sweet, especially since Alfred forgot him and locked the door before Matthew could enter the room.
"Well," Alfred started, giving a smug smile. "Unlike you, I have fast travel. All I have to do is open my map and select a town…and then… Why isn't it working?"
Matthew actually laughed at Alfred's stupefied face. The Canadian moved his laptop – he didn't want a repeat of last time when he was over and visiting Alfred – and laid down on his stomach. He watched, humming softly as his brother finally noticed that the game said there was an enemy nearby. The game was quickly becoming Matthew's best friend.
"Bullshit! I call bullshit," Alfred complained. He growled and summoned a monster to kill whatever was nearby. Sadly, from what Matthew could tell, the creature wondered off and couldn't find the monster. Alfred ended up sitting there for a good half-hour. He chuckled at his brother before rolling over with wide eyes as Alfred threw the game's case at him.
Matthew groaned, rolling right off the bed and landing on the floor with a heavy thumping sound. He turned over, looking as his brother sulked in front of the television, reloading the game. The sad part was that it was at the part he had tried so hard to get past. The Canadian had to admit, it was a bit cruel considering how much time and patience Alfred put into the game.
"Hey," he called. "It's okay Alfred… Let's put the game away and get something to eat, deal?"
"…. Yeah, that sounds awesome actually."
Smiling, Matthew stood, reaching out with his hand and helping his brother up. The two grabbed their coats and put their shoes on, walking out of the hotel room they shared. The younger twin pushed his round glass up, feeling that they slipped a little, as he walked to the elevator. Alfred followed close behind, humming to himself.
"Hey, Mattie?"
"Yes Alfred, what is it?"
"Can we have McDonald's?"
Some things never change, but who was Matthew to complain. Still, it didn't stop him from yelling as Alfred left him behind, running off to find the fast food joint he loved so much.
"Alfred! Wait up, you ass!"
Matthew chased his brother, obnoxious laughter filling the hallway as the two ran, one toward food and the other after his brother. Some things really do never change.