I walked through the double doors into the coffee shop. "Hey...Hey Judy! Yeah, can I just have black coffee today?" I asked. "Sure thing hun. Cuttin' back lately?" she replied. "Nope, just wanted something different today." I walked to one of the many desks with the macs on them. I opened one up and saw a familiar websites name in the little box. "No way." I said as I was sucked into the internet for the second time in my life.
Enjoy.
P.S. Yes, I will be featuring certain users in the chronicles of Phil.
That reminds me of a RPG I once participated in~ Anyway, that looks good? Maybe a little more structure and descriptions, though it is not a part of your writing style?
That reminds me of a RPG I once participated in~ Anyway, that looks good? Maybe a little more structure and descriptions, though it is not a part of your writing style?
What RPG was that? Yeah, That was kinda just thrown up there because I needed an intro to start me off. Normally I would have gone back and edited. Would've made it a bit longer, described things better, used better word choice, and improve the dialogue.
The last sentence holds a lot of suspense.
Lol. Really? All I thought was that it was revealing. Ah well.
Zophia was the GM, she started out with me and the rest of our friends being sucked into a computer monitor, and ended up on this strange island. I became a nice little water elemental, as I recall.
Part 1: Zombies. Tons of them. Mouths hanging open, and that horrible moan coming out. This was not a good area to fight zombies. It was A city, much like New york, New york, and had an average population of 100 online at a time. The site was haunted as well. Thousands of ghost accounts roaming around the land. They never made a sound. Ever. I ran up a rocky wall to a perch about 60 feet up in the air. I looked down and saw some rebels fighting alongside the ZPCI. They were decapitating zombies all over the place. Of course, all the rebels and ZPCI were just games in real life, but when you were sucked in to AG, they became as real as could be. Zombies seemed to be the big thing these days, and I knew who the experts were on killing them. I took out my BlueBerry and called up their leader. Seven rings and no one picked up. "Hey this is thoad...So yeah I'm on hiatus for he ZSC right now, contact Skater or Mudpuddle for info...Leave a message after the roar. Roar."
Just the capital A confusing me, and well, I am not use to thinking both city and state; when seeing the name "New York" I just think "Oh, it is right there, by Ellis Island"... But good job.
Great. Just great. I didn't have skater's number or Mud's number. I was gonna have to go to The Forum District to find them. The reason I was so bummed about this is because it's the least populated part of AG. This made it easier for people to see me. If people saw me... Well... Lets just say they would alert the authorities. I scaled the 10 story building to the very top and front flipped over the edge to the smooth roof. The next building was only a five feet jump, so I jumped the gap. I looked under me for just a second and saw a gamer staring up at me. I need to find a quieter way to get around I thought. I summoned my 65' GTO. Or not as I jumped into my car from 10 stories up. I revved up the engine and put the pedal to the metal.
I pulled my hat down over my eyes as I ran a red light. I saw a figure dressed in black come out from behind a building. "Strop." I said out loud. Strop was an anthropic pony ninja. Yeah, I don't know. Anyways, he jetted up into the air and summoned his bow. I knew he couldn't directly hit me because of some dumb pact he'd made. *Pop* "Nononononononononononononono. No." I said. I was ejected out of the front of the front window and landed on the pavement. Before the car could hit me, I rolled out of the way. Unfortunately I rolled right to Strop's feet. "Hello." I said awkwardly.
