-last edited on Jan 30, 2019 3:02:00 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Jan 30, 2019 1:41:45 GMT
Yay, I'm finally doing this.
I dedicate this story to Nexo81.
And now for a lot of disclaimers.
First off, though this is sort of a sequel to BASICS, there's gonna be a lot of changes. I plan to break that story down and start completely over at some point. As such, almost nothing from that story is canon anymore. Just that Con rose up through the ranks, caused a major upset, and then the game broke.
Except this is before most of that happened. Basically, this story happens almost parallel to the events of the other.
I have said that users will be featured, and accepted requests. I plan to live up to that. This story is going to be a loooong project, though, and I don't plan on cramming everybody into the first chapter. So hang tight, I'll get you in. If you were featured in the last one, you likely won't make it in this one. There's already one exception, though, so somebody got lucky. I'm not aiming for accuracy either in physical appearances or actual personality in users. Please just be amused by my depiction of you.
First off, though this is sort of a sequel to BASICS, there's gonna be a lot of changes. I plan to break that story down and start completely over at some point. As such, almost nothing from that story is canon anymore. Just that Con rose up through the ranks, caused a major upset, and then the game broke.
Except this is before most of that happened. Basically, this story happens almost parallel to the events of the other.
I have said that users will be featured, and accepted requests. I plan to live up to that. This story is going to be a loooong project, though, and I don't plan on cramming everybody into the first chapter. So hang tight, I'll get you in. If you were featured in the last one, you likely won't make it in this one. There's already one exception, though, so somebody got lucky. I'm not aiming for accuracy either in physical appearances or actual personality in users. Please just be amused by my depiction of you.
-last edited on Jan 30, 2019 1:51:06 GMT by TheGreatCon: spacing...I've forgotten how to do spacing... O_O
Post by TheGreatCon on Jan 30, 2019 1:49:40 GMT
Chapter 1: Nate
In my humble opinion, I shouldn’t be here. My face was pressed up against the window of a hovercar that was en route to Calgary, sitting across from a complete stranger. I was ignoring her, hoping to delay the inevitable conversation.
“So…Nathan.”
“Nate.” I corrected her.
“Right, Nate.” She sighed. “Let’s start this off on the right foot, shall we?”
“I don’t have a right foot.” I snarled.
She was seated in what would normally be the driver’s seat, but as far as I could tell, she wasn’t doing any driving. Stupid fancy self-driving hovercars. There was nothing to distract her. “Look, kid, you’re only stuck with me for like ten minutes. Hear me out.”
“I don’t have a choice. My earbuds are in the trunk.”
She was getting visibly agitated. “So, you’re going to be staying with the Tremblays.”
“Awesome. I hate them already.”
She flipped through the paperwork. “They have some fish…and a daughter.”
I love how the fish ranked above the daughter.
“They’re like, late forties or something. Not the daughter.” She hurriedly added.
“Oh, the fish.” I nodded my head wisely.
Her fists clenched in her lap. “They have volunteered to take you in.” She put emphasis on the word volunteer.
“Some people make a hobby of bad life choices.” I said in return, turning back to the window. The buildings were getting thicker. Air traffic increased exponentially.
She glared at me. “Look at me, pal.”
“It’s Nate. I never said you could call me pal.” I gave her the satisfaction of eye contact via a hostile glare.
First off, though this is sort of a sequel to BASICS, there's gonna be a lot of changes. I plan to break that story down and start completely over at some point. As such, almost nothing from that story is canon anymore. Just that Con rose up through the ranks, caused a major upset, and then the game broke.
Except this is before most of that happened. Basically, this story happens almost parallel to the events of the other.
I have said that users will be featured, and accepted requests. I plan to live up to that. This story is going to be a loooong project, though, and I don't plan on cramming everybody into the first chapter. So hang tight, I'll get you in. If you were featured in the last one, you likely won't make it in this one. There's already one exception, though, so somebody got lucky. I'm not aiming for accuracy either in physical appearances or actual personality in users. Please just be amused by my depiction of you.
Anyways, here we go.
Yay finally! Ok understand.
Bookmarked and ready!
CONgratulations, you managed to find the story before I managed to post part one. That was insanely prompt.
In my humble opinion, I shouldn’t be here. My face was pressed up against the window of a hovercar that was en route to Calgary, sitting across from a complete stranger. I was ignoring her, hoping to delay the inevitable conversation.
“So…Nathan.”
“Nate.” I corrected her.
“Right, Nate.” She sighed. “Let’s start this off on the right foot, shall we?”
“I don’t have a right foot.” I snarled.
She was seated in what would normally be the driver’s seat, but as far as I could tell, she wasn’t doing any driving. Stupid fancy self-driving hovercars. There was nothing to distract her. “Look, kid, you’re only stuck with me for like ten minutes. Hear me out.”
“I don’t have a choice. My earbuds are in the trunk.”
She was getting visibly agitated. “So, you’re going to be staying with the Tremblays.”
“Awesome. I hate them already.”
She flipped through the paperwork. “They have some fish…and a daughter.”
I love how the fish ranked above the daughter.
“They’re like, late forties or something. Not the daughter.” She hurriedly added.
“Oh, the fish.” I nodded my head wisely.
Her fists clenched in her lap. “They have volunteered to take you in.” She put emphasis on the word volunteer.
“Some people make a hobby of bad life choices.” I said in return, turning back to the window. The buildings were getting thicker. Air traffic increased exponentially.
She glared at me. “Look at me, pal.”
“It’s Nate. I never said you could call me pal.” I gave her the satisfaction of eye contact via a hostile glare.
First off, though this is sort of a sequel to BASICS, there's gonna be a lot of changes. I plan to break that story down and start completely over at some point. As such, almost nothing from that story is canon anymore. Just that Con rose up through the ranks, caused a major upset, and then the game broke.
Except this is before most of that happened. Basically, this story happens almost parallel to the events of the other.
I have said that users will be featured, and accepted requests. I plan to live up to that. This story is going to be a loooong project, though, and I don't plan on cramming everybody into the first chapter. So hang tight, I'll get you in. If you were featured in the last one, you likely won't make it in this one. There's already one exception, though, so somebody got lucky. I'm not aiming for accuracy either in physical appearances or actual personality in users. Please just be amused by my depiction of you.
Anyways, here we go.
Is there a separate topic for character requests, or is this it?
In my humble opinion, I shouldn’t be here. My face was pressed up against the window of a hovercar that was en route to Calgary, sitting across from a complete stranger. I was ignoring her, hoping to delay the inevitable conversation.
“So…Nathan.”
“Nate.” I corrected her.
“Right, Nate.” She sighed. “Let’s start this off on the right foot, shall we?”
“I don’t have a right foot.” I snarled.
She was seated in what would normally be the driver’s seat, but as far as I could tell, she wasn’t doing any driving. Stupid fancy self-driving hovercars. There was nothing to distract her. “Look, kid, you’re only stuck with me for like ten minutes. Hear me out.”
“I don’t have a choice. My earbuds are in the trunk.”
She was getting visibly agitated. “So, you’re going to be staying with the Tremblays.”
“Awesome. I hate them already.”
She flipped through the paperwork. “They have some fish…and a daughter.”
I love how the fish ranked above the daughter.
“They’re like, late forties or something. Not the daughter.” She hurriedly added.
“Oh, the fish.” I nodded my head wisely.
Her fists clenched in her lap. “They have volunteered to take you in.” She put emphasis on the word volunteer.
“Some people make a hobby of bad life choices.” I said in return, turning back to the window. The buildings were getting thicker. Air traffic increased exponentially.
She glared at me. “Look at me, pal.”
“It’s Nate. I never said you could call me pal.” I gave her the satisfaction of eye contact via a hostile glare.
First off, though this is sort of a sequel to BASICS, there's gonna be a lot of changes. I plan to break that story down and start completely over at some point. As such, almost nothing from that story is canon anymore. Just that Con rose up through the ranks, caused a major upset, and then the game broke.
Except this is before most of that happened. Basically, this story happens almost parallel to the events of the other.
I have said that users will be featured, and accepted requests. I plan to live up to that. This story is going to be a loooong project, though, and I don't plan on cramming everybody into the first chapter. So hang tight, I'll get you in. If you were featured in the last one, you likely won't make it in this one. There's already one exception, though, so somebody got lucky. I'm not aiming for accuracy either in physical appearances or actual personality in users. Please just be amused by my depiction of you.
Anyways, here we go.
Is there a separate topic for character requests, or is this it?
I made a post over on the old topic, that was it. You want in? *brain starts formulating ideas*
-last edited on Jan 30, 2019 2:56:39 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Jan 30, 2019 2:56:16 GMT
Okay, I feel like it, so here's moar.
She leaned in. “These wonderful people are offering their home to you. We are a tad bit short on foster parents, and if you ruin these people for us, I will hunt you down.”
Now we were talking. This was words I understood. Threats were practically a language all of their own where I came from. “Could you define ruin?”
“You’re a smart kid, you’ll figure it out.”
“I took an intelligence test and it told me I didn’t have any.”
“You shouldn’t believe everything you read on the internet.”
“I took it on your website.” An awkward little pause interrupted the flow of our conversation, so I filled it in. “So…you told ‘em I’m a cyborg.”
“No.” She shifted uncomfortably.
I raised up my right hand, flexing the metallic fingers, watching as they shifted, just a little stiffly. “Oh, this is gonna be fun. Shall I put on my gloves?”
“Please, yes.” She motioned for me go ahead and sheath my atrocity.
“I’ll wait.” I said, and used a metallic finger to pick at my teeth. She averted her eyes, trying not to watch. “Wouldn’t want to overheat.”
“You have no survival instincts.”
“You have no idea what survival instincts are.” I snarled, and turned away, contemplative now. There were two worlds here, and just because she came from the better one, she assumed I was the one in the dark. I wasn’t fitting into her world, sure, but she’d fare a heck of a lot worse in mine.
I don’t know why Calgary picked me as their yearly charity case. I hadn’t even realized my name was in the hat. I thought they took it out years ago. It wasn’t like my folks had just died. They were cold in the grave. Very cold. In fact, buried beneath like four feet of snow.
The hovercar slowly descended through the atmosphere, almost as if on a track. Other cars whizzed past, all automatic, all of them perfectly coordinated to never collide. Where was the fun in that?
“Anyways.” My caretaker said, finishing the spiel she was paid to deliver. “You’re going to love it here. The people are super nice.”
“Then I probably won’t fit in.” The house we arrived at was in the part of the city where people rich enough to afford a house, but not a good one, went. It was upscale apartments. We set down on a jutting ledge, next to what I assumed was the family hovercar. How sweet.
In my humble opinion, I shouldn’t be here. My face was pressed up against the window of a hovercar that was en route to Calgary, sitting across from a complete stranger. I was ignoring her, hoping to delay the inevitable conversation.
“So…Nathan.”
“Nate.” I corrected her.
“Right, Nate.” She sighed. “Let’s start this off on the right foot, shall we?”
“I don’t have a right foot.” I snarled.
She was seated in what would normally be the driver’s seat, but as far as I could tell, she wasn’t doing any driving. Stupid fancy self-driving hovercars. There was nothing to distract her. “Look, kid, you’re only stuck with me for like ten minutes. Hear me out.”
“I don’t have a choice. My earbuds are in the trunk.”
She was getting visibly agitated. “So, you’re going to be staying with the Tremblays.”
“Awesome. I hate them already.”
She flipped through the paperwork. “They have some fish…and a daughter.”
I love how the fish ranked above the daughter.
“They’re like, late forties or something. Not the daughter.” She hurriedly added.
“Oh, the fish.” I nodded my head wisely.
Her fists clenched in her lap. “They have volunteered to take you in.” She put emphasis on the word volunteer.
“Some people make a hobby of bad life choices.” I said in return, turning back to the window. The buildings were getting thicker. Air traffic increased exponentially.
She glared at me. “Look at me, pal.”
“It’s Nate. I never said you could call me pal.” I gave her the satisfaction of eye contact via a hostile glare.
I love Nate already... but i also like the almost 50 year old fish.
That was insanely prompt. 
