I found my USB, which was luckily not spilled out of my backpack up on the college campus, as I thought, but sitting atop the piano. Moar story now.
The whole city is a hazmat of humanity. We’ve built buildings on top of buildings so many times that the place looks like a stack of building blocks. The building I’m on top of sits atop a bunker. Atop it is an apartment complex.
It is a mattress store, which went out of business years ago. It is now home to a family of eight and about a million spiders.
My laptop finished firing up, and I zipped in my password with nimble fingers. Twenty two characters long. Why? Because I like a challenge. Oh, and security. My bank account totally reeks of rich.
I ripped off the casing, and inserted the disk into my computer. Most people download games. Not down here. #Hardcopies.
The loading bar was insanely long. I sighed, and pulled up a chat pod on the side, and messaged my one and only friend, Mateo.
TheGreatCon: I got LEGO Multiplayer Battles.
Legosandmore13: bout time.
TheGreatCon: I think I’ll die of old age before it finishes installing.
Legosandmore13: It’s worth it.
TheGreatCon: Tell ‘em that at my funeral.
Legosandmore13: tell ‘em yourself, I don’t plan on coming. Think I’ll stay home and eat pizza.
I dropped back off to press “next” a bunch of times. Just when I was about to go back, it finished, and booted up. The screen filled with a bright flash of light, and then a tumble of bricks obscured it. The rainfall of bricks continued as the “play” button appeared.
I took a deep breath, and then clicked.
Is this story inspired by what I’m thinking it’s inspired by?
It is inspired by a mixture of the books "Ready Player One" and "Eye of Minds," the first of which I don't particularly advise reading. What did you think it was inspired by?
Never heard of them, but they sound oddly menacing.
Um a little bit I'll admit. But the main reason is because I do that Irl and it bleeds through into here. XD Habits are hard to break.
They are incredibly menacing. Pick any horrid old biddy that is ridiculously old fashioned and you probably have encoutered an Elder Lady of the South.
Haven't you heard the saying of putting your foot in your mouth? Or maybe the one about crow pie? No? Well, the main point is I said something and then realized it's result was counterproductive and I had painted myself into a corner.
Kind of a “I should’ve kept my big mouth shut” thing? Imma have to look this up...
I pulled myself out of my deep blue funk the next day, when I decided to test my new moves out. I simultaneously discovered that there was a totally new level this week that I had yet to even peek at.
It was a giant middle-earth battle recreation, a weeklong event, a thousand-user fight of elves and men against humans, whilst Sauron walked around swiping at people with a giant mace. Yeah, that battle.
I had a spur of the moment insane inspiration, and did a group-post to the Jurassic hub users.
TheGreatCon: Going 12 hours straight on the big battle. Join me when you can.
And I portaled in.
For this level there was an entirely separate leaderboard chart, just for the week. It had orcs killed, and also one for orcs killed CONpared against spawns. I didn’t figure I’d top either, but this was a good way to finally do some good ol’ grinding, trying to build up my skill set.
My first couple spawns I didn’t do too great. I had a few good moves up my sleeve, but I still was slower than the fluid figures of the orcs who streamed at me.
But with the arrival of z-whales and waffleboy, things got better. Most of the gang came and went throughout the day, dropping in to play with the group. I picked up a bow early on, and switched to sniping, which I discovered I wasn’t half bad at. I found I could “zoom” with my elf eyes, and that helped immensely.
Okay, did nobody notice my glaring mistake up there? Cause I finally did reading these parts to my bros.
Um a little bit I'll admit. But the main reason is because I do that Irl and it bleeds through into here. XD Habits are hard to break.
They are incredibly menacing. Pick any horrid old biddy that is ridiculously old fashioned and you probably have encoutered an Elder Lady of the South.
Well, let's start here, shall we?
Oh. *shudders*
I can't break this one. I'll work on an easier one.
Moar story now. 
What did you think it was inspired by? 
You'd think they'd learn to make it a bit thicker eventually. 
Fine! I'll just go and change it!! 
But he's fighting a losing battle with himself. I do feel some pity. XD 
