And then today somebody told me I looked like 12. *sets fan on head*
It's the t-shirt. Again, not what I meant. XD
It was the lack of my customary backwards ballcap, I do believe. But then again, the shirt I was wearing was too big on me, so maybe. Well, be more specific.
I reached the bottom in what felt like no time. I didn’t dare glance at my oxygen meter, though, for fear of jinxing it. I grabbed the weapon, and started for the surface. Twenty feet away. Fifteen. Ten. Only five more! This was the closest I had ever come.
My minifigure practically flew out the water by the impetus. I had done it! I was above water with an rpg in my hands!
A number lit up above my head. My eyes bugged. 40000 XP. I had never received even a fourth that much in a single dump.
I took a quick screen shot. VICTORY!
And then somebody shot me from behind, and I dropped out of the game.
lol Like a pro! Love this story! Pls write moar!
Heyo, I noticed you were reading! Thanks, I have way too much MOAR all backed up on my USB, I've got a long way to go.
It is an accepted fact on pvp arenas that alliances will happen, and pretty much everybody hates it, except, of course, when they’re the ones teaming.
Me and Mateo struck a truce, and dropped into a round. Our stated goal was to survive. It was about all we had a shot at doing. Except now I had a trick up my sleeve.
You should’ve seen Mateo’s face when I tossed him an rpg.
“You…wha….how….?” His mouth flapped around, and he tore off his goggles to stare at me.
“Hey, don’t waste it, man!” I said. He quickly ducked back into the game, and started blasting away. We finished the round with me going down as thirtieth, and he got third.
He tore his goggles off and tossed them on the couch. “Explain!”
“Well, you see, I hopped in this immersion rig when you weren’t looking, and swam my way down…you see, I used to do Olympic races…” I grinned.
“Cut it out.” He glared at me. “Just tell me you didn’t hack.”
“I didn’t hack.”
“Okay, now I’m speechless.” Mateo shook his head. “I feel like I should worship you or something now.”
I frowned. “I’d rather that you didn’t.”
He dropped onto his knees. “I hailest thee, god of the rpg. Send your guns to me that we shall be victorious in combat.”
“Shut up.” I clobbered him with a pillow. “So, you wanna know how I got it?”
“Heck, yeah.” He said. “But no, don’t tell me.”
I raised an eyebrow, CONfused.
“I don’t wanna steal your trick.” He said, grabbing his goggles. “That’s your find, you deserve to keep it secret. Let’s go mine this thing.”
It is an accepted fact on pvp arenas that alliances will happen, and pretty much everybody hates it, except, of course, when they’re the ones teaming.
Me and Mateo struck a truce, and dropped into a round. Our stated goal was to survive. It was about all we had a shot at doing. Except now I had a trick up my sleeve.
You should’ve seen Mateo’s face when I tossed him an rpg.
“You…wha….how….?” His mouth flapped around, and he tore off his goggles to stare at me.
“Hey, don’t waste it, man!” I said. He quickly ducked back into the game, and started blasting away. We finished the round with me going down as thirtieth, and he got third.
He tore his goggles off and tossed them on the couch. “Explain!”
“Well, you see, I hopped in this immersion rig when you weren’t looking, and swam my way down…you see, I used to do Olympic races…” I grinned.
“Cut it out.” He glared at me. “Just tell me you didn’t hack.”
“I didn’t hack.”
“Okay, now I’m speechless.” Mateo shook his head. “I feel like I should worship you or something now.”
I frowned. “I’d rather that you didn’t.”
He dropped onto his knees. “I hailest thee, god of the rpg. Send your guns to me that we shall be victorious in combat.”
“Shut up.” I clobbered him with a pillow. “So, you wanna know how I got it?”
“Heck, yeah.” He said. “But no, don’t tell me.”
I raised an eyebrow, CONfused.
“I don’t wanna steal your trick.” He said, grabbing his goggles. “That’s your find, you deserve to keep it secret. Let’s go mine this thing.”
We queued up again.
lol Love the new parts!!! I think we all know a Mateo.
But I only have one friend that's a girl and like five at least that are bois IRL! I can't speak for others though, maybe. XD
I though prefixes would be pretty key…..but who am I to say.
Maybe there's just a shortage of girls wherever you live.
Sure, they CON be important too.
Well, rn there is a shortage of anybody under the age of about 60,000. But when we move back nope. I just don't really get along with/like most teenage girls that are around these days.
It was the lack of my customary backwards ballcap, I do believe. But then again, the shirt I was wearing was too big on me, so maybe. Well, be more specific.
Ah, yep that combo would do it. (I say as if I would actually know XD) Set. That fan. Down on the desk. Exactly four feet from you. Leave it on and then go sit in the swively wheely chair in front of your desk. Better?
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Post by TheGreatCon on Jun 15, 2018 18:57:23 GMT
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By the time we shut down that evening, I had lost track of just how many rpgs I had dragged up.
I quickly logged on the internet, and hopped onto the weekly challenge forum. It had exploded.
There were screenshots all over of legosandmore13 carrying an rpg, with screaming captions.
Of course, people were CONvinced he was a hacker.
But the staff there had gotten things right. Under the stats, I was listed as the finder with 37 rounds of retrieval. Next to it was the XP I had received. My eyes bugged.
Mateo, meanwhile, had stopped looking over my shoulder to check back on the game. “Uh, bruh, check the standings.”
I quickly dropped back into the game.
I, of course, was nowhere in sight in the all-time standings. But switching over to the one for the current week, I spotted my name. I was kind of hard to miss, actually. Seeing as I was in third.
I gulped. I screen-shotted. I almost cried, but didn’t.
I turned to Mateo. “We did it.”
“Huh?”
“I’m in the top ten. We accomplished our goal.” I paused. “You owe me a five.”
“What? No!” He protested. “We were talking about the all-time board!”
I sighed. “Way to set the bar high.”
“Hey, you’re the one who suggested the bet.” Mateo grinned. He glanced at his watch. “I better get a move-on.”
“Yeah. Hey, send me a text when you get in. It’s a bad part of town to be walking through this late at night.”
“Night?” Mateo looked up from packing away his gear. “Good morning to you too.”
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Post by TheGreatCon on Jun 15, 2018 18:58:16 GMT
I logged back on, stared at my stats for a while, and found Mateo’s name further down the list. 317th, but still, findable. A sight better than he had ever been before.
I played a couple more rounds of pvp, but it wasn’t the same, playing with the gun myself. I wasn’t good enough to do much with it. So the next time I emerged dripping wet from a pond, gun in hand, I tossed it to the first guy I came across. He practically dove for it. We trotted around for a while, him making all the kills. I eventually got gunned down.
He found me in the game lobby, and shot me a thank-you and a friend request. I accepted, and me and Shamrock7203 became friends. I CONtinued playing, always shoving the rpg off on some low-rank user and letting him be a boss for a while.
I CON’t deny, it made me feel good about myself. Except for the couple times the first thing the guy did with it was shoot me.
When I checked on the weekly challenge site later, I realized just how closely they were watching me by finding a CONplete list of users I had bequeathed an rpg to. Theories were flying. Hacking was mentioned less, though, and people were starting to defend me against the accusations.
It was weird. I was sitting in a warehouse with a bum leg sipping water out of an old Gatorade bottle, laptop purring in my lap, playing by the light of the lamp on the street corner. And I was an internet sensation. Life is bizarre.
Mateo texted me. “I’m home safe and sound, due to your protection, oh divine giver of rpgs.”
It is an accepted fact on pvp arenas that alliances will happen, and pretty much everybody hates it, except, of course, when they’re the ones teaming.
Me and Mateo struck a truce, and dropped into a round. Our stated goal was to survive. It was about all we had a shot at doing. Except now I had a trick up my sleeve.
You should’ve seen Mateo’s face when I tossed him an rpg.
“You…wha….how….?” His mouth flapped around, and he tore off his goggles to stare at me.
“Hey, don’t waste it, man!” I said. He quickly ducked back into the game, and started blasting away. We finished the round with me going down as thirtieth, and he got third.
He tore his goggles off and tossed them on the couch. “Explain!”
“Well, you see, I hopped in this immersion rig when you weren’t looking, and swam my way down…you see, I used to do Olympic races…” I grinned.
“Cut it out.” He glared at me. “Just tell me you didn’t hack.”
“I didn’t hack.”
“Okay, now I’m speechless.” Mateo shook his head. “I feel like I should worship you or something now.”
I frowned. “I’d rather that you didn’t.”
He dropped onto his knees. “I hailest thee, god of the rpg. Send your guns to me that we shall be victorious in combat.”
“Shut up.” I clobbered him with a pillow. “So, you wanna know how I got it?”
“Heck, yeah.” He said. “But no, don’t tell me.”
I raised an eyebrow, CONfused.
“I don’t wanna steal your trick.” He said, grabbing his goggles. “That’s your find, you deserve to keep it secret. Let’s go mine this thing.”
We queued up again.
lol Love the new parts!!! I think we all know a Mateo.
Most people bite back with dripping sarcasm. 
Thanks, I have way too much MOAR all backed up on my USB, I've got a long way to go. 
(I say as if I would actually know XD) 