Prompt 4
Video Game - War Wind (PC Game, 5th Gen I believe)


Yavaun, the world of aliens. This is the world where four alien races co-existed, and they are at war. Tha'Roons, the naga-like thinkers who act like the leading elitists. They've enslaved Eaggras the Vine-like Creatures who are builders and engineers, and the Obblinox, three-legged strong reptile-like being the backbones. Then... The Shama'Li, intelligent with mystical wisdom, master of magic and stealth.

It has been so long, and most Slaves opposing Tha'Roons rules rebelled and left, but went on separate ways.

But right now... This is where I come in.

Once a young teenaged human, now an Eaggra with a mind and heart of a human. Armed wit only the stone hammer and a backpack of stuff, I play as the Scrub gathering resources and building stuff just as Prime Maker told me to do. It wasn't 3 months long however until I've been promoted to Artisan, then to the awesomeness of being the 'Super Artisan'. I can also now build Weaponry and Combat Vehicles.

The current mission, fight off the Invasion of Tha'Roon and the Obblinox who's forced to help. The Faction E19 shall not fail this.

With enough resources I by myself built a Machinegun Turret, manually operated. Built on the front side of the trench, inches away so that way I can retreat and take cover. I see the comrades coming to help. Squires, Scouts, Druids. Artisans in their Transport Vehicles. Already building turrets.

Here comes the Obblinoxes! Veterans armed with Guns and Pistols. But Scouts are armed with Rifles to shoot them back. Squires claw at the Obblinox and they are too slow to dodge those attacks. Agents rushing in to my position, only to be pegged by rocky pellet leads shot from the machine gun.

The Tha'Roons then joins in for the fun. Then so does our Ally, the Shama'Lis.

Shamans and Psychics having a Magic Fight. But the Shamans are much powerful. Psychics did not stand a survival chance for even a minute against our Shama'Li allies.

"Derek! DEREK!"

I hear someone calling my name. A Tha'Roon Warrior wielding a Sword coming for me! I aim my Machine Gun Turret and fire! The Tha'Roon Executioner moved out of the way and to behinds of the Boulder.

"Wait Derek! We should talk!" The Executioner who spoke to me talked, but I have my suspicions against them. Tha'Roons cannot be trusted.

"I'm not falling for it!" I replied, before resuming to targeting their Jump Troopers and firing many machine gun pellets. Magic Bolts fired and the Jump Trop falls to explosion.

"No No No No No! You gotta trust me!" The same Executioner said, "COME ON! TRUST ME!" and he repeats that word over and over before turning my head to the Eaggra Knights.

"Can you take care of that one." They salute before moving to where the Executioner was hiding, ambushing and clobbering them. Frag earned for them.

Of course that doesn't stop them. Because text appears in my eyes.

"RickJ: Let's talk about Politics Now!"

I snorted after recognizing that Name who I consider annoying to me and open the Message Window showing the text. I let the Machinegun Cool down while typing on the Holographic Keyboard.

"CharDirk: RickJ, I told you. 'I do not talk Politics'." Then I push the button that is a crossed-out Sound Wave button. Finally muting someone.

There's a Shama'Li bulky but has viking-style hair. Yep, that's one of my Classmate Yona. Three Additional Shama'lis coming as well, the Spike-ridged Defender Smolder, the Pink Shama Scout Silverstream, and the Advanced Templar in green Sandbar. Gallus and Ocellus are Eaggras however. Ocellus being Ranger, and Gallus being Grenadiers because I think Gallus is a fan of making things explode.

Anyways, Smolder noticed the Private Message Window and came to me while using my MachineGun.

"What was that about?" Smolder asked,

"Oh, just an old friend of mine who's trying to get me into being a Man of Politics." I replied,

"Politics? Ugh, that is boooooring." Smolder groaned,

"Wasn't that RickJ?" here is the Light-blue Eaggra Ocellus, "He's trying to recruit us into the army of Politics. It's not my cup of tea."

"Yeah me too." I replied, "Not my can of soda as well." I turn my head to my machine gun, "Anyways..." I continue firing at the random Tha'Roon-Obblinox alliance while others resume.

We're almost close! The invaders are running out of attacking power. It's only a matter of time until-that jerk RickJ is coming to me again! I sighed in frustration.

"Get the message!" I told RickJ as I aim my Machine Gun at him, "I! WILL! NOT! JOIN! THE! ARMY! OF! POLI-! -TICS!" and I shout each word per exclamating mark as I shoot my Machine Gun Turret.

"Invader Power too low! Retreating now!"

I hear it on the enemy side. The Obblinox and Tha'Roons teleporting out. Very few refusing as they try to attack. But they suffer the Miss with headshots, fragging them and sending them to the Tha'Roon/Obblinox spawn point.

It was then after Schoolbell rings for next school period...


...we finally finished the game. My other six classmates, Dragon, Yak, Changeling, Griffon, Pony, and Hippogriff who can become a Seapony, cheered for the victory of the Eaggra/Shama'li Alliance in the OASIS Game 'War Wind RP Realm'. The Tha'Roon/Obblinox Empire has been defeated. Yes, War Wind happens to be my Favorite Game since Childhood, and I'm glad those students in Friendship High School knows about that game too. We take off our OASIS Goggles and Gloves, while I look at the E-Mail. It was from that same 'RickJ' person.

"Someday, you will join the Political Guild."

"Great Job, mares and gentlecolts." our Principal Twilight said, "Remember, Teamwork is Key to Victory. Now off to your Next Period."

Just as I am going to Exit the Door, Twilight asked a word with me.

"Who is this RickJ?" she asked, "He seems to know you. Was he in one of your class?"

"No." I replied, "He's in another Class. And he's been bugging and forcing others to join his Guild of Politics. He did that to me the fifth timed day."

"That seem's bad."

"I know. He's been desperate on forcing me." I said,

Twilight thinked for a bit and said, "Maybe you should let us handle RickJ." she decided, "If he tries to bug you again, I'll see him reported to the Admins.."

"I guess that works." I nodded, "Seeing that RickJ won't leave me alone."

A short talk done, and I head to gym as Smolder wants me to hurry up.

(FINISHED! 9 Minutes and 4 second left)


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