And they always look like they're challenging you to one.
And they always win....so weird... *stares at fish* O.o
*fish stare back at you, searching the depths of your soul, gazing in your eyes like they're a window into your soul. They slowly suck your CONsciousness away...*
The girl almost did. I caught a glimpse of their daughter as she flung herself into the room. “Looky there, it’s the hobo.”
August did the introductions. “Nate, this is December.”
I was sensing a trend here. I raised an eyebrow at her. “Like the month?”
“Oh, no, I was named after the planet.” She rolled her eyes. “Gosh, you’re an idiot.” She was wearing a purple t-shirt, tight blue jeans, and tennis shoes. Her scarf almost stole the show, it was an exotic, fluffy thing that was wound around her neck like an affectionate serpent, but in fact, it was her hair that sealed the deal. It was twisted into tight dreadlocks, some of them braided even. The whole mess reached down towards her waist, almost but not quite long enough to sit on. They were died a bright white towards the tips, and were a deep black coming out of her scalp. She definitely didn’t lack personality.
oh, no, the tennies again
Lol, I didn't even realize. I should've done sandals.
So, fun fact, my family participated in foster care a while back. I've got seven foster siblings out there that I haven't seen in at least 4 years or so now...but they still all are a part of my life. I'd love to meet them again one day.
Honestly, the most traumatic day in my life so far was saying good-bye to a little girl we had from birth till a little over a year old. Broke my heart. Miss you, Michelle.
Foster care has always been a theme I've wanted to explore in a story.
I slumped briefly on the bed, and then sprang back up and grabbed my gaming gear. This is what got me through tough times. This was my real home. I belonged in the games.
My rig consisted of a kind of half-helmet that fitted over my head, but didn’t come down over my face. There was a pair of headphones built in. There were also a set of gloves and some rather smelly shoes. The gloves and shoes would help me feel the game, made to contour to the terrain. Not that I felt anything on either my metal arm or leg. While I loved the looks of those sweet immersion goggles, I had never wanted to fully commit like that. Somebody could walk in and steal all your stuff, and you wouldn’t know until you logged off. So, instead, I played off a giant screen projected onto a wall. I had to put up some clips first, though.
The set-up actually took about twenty minutes, but that wasn’t bad, all things considered. I set my gear to charge, and then kind of sat down and watched it charge, because I live an incredibly exciting life.
August’s voice drifted up to me. “Dinnertime, Nathan.”
Now came the conundrum. Did I go down and take my place at the table? My gloves worked well, but they didn’t handle silverware well.
I didn’t need food right now. As a cyborg, I only required about half the normal food intake of a normal teenage guy. Back home I got about a fourth. I was hungry, but I’d last another six hours or so before I reached the critical state. I decided to give it some more time, they weren’t ready for the big reveal. Mrs. Social Worker probably wasn’t even home yet. I wanted to make sure she was cuddled up in front of a nice fire, wearing her pajamas, before they called her up demanding a refund. Maybe her hair would even be in curlers, though it had been straight today.
“I’ll eat a bit later, I’m not hungry right now.” I said, which was true. As a cyborg, I didn’t feel much. It was more like I had a fuel bar, and I sensed it getting low, rather than actually getting sensations of hunger. The same was with sleep. And similar to food, I required about half, tops. I’d be fine on two or three hours.
My stuff clicked, and I pulled it off the charger. I slipped my feet into the special shoes. I yanked the gloves on up to my elbows, and powered on the screen by a set of quick intricate hand gestures.
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.
I saw your signature and thought "I must check if this has something to do with BASICS' sequel.", and now I'm here, ready to spam "moar".
And they always win....so weird... *stares at fish* O.o
*fish stare back at you, searching the depths of your soul, gazing in your eyes like they're a window into your soul. They slowly suck your CONsciousness away...*
*sees as Fish, thinks Fish, behaves Fish, becomes Fish* O..O we are Fish.....
So, fun fact, my family participated in foster care a while back. I've got seven foster siblings out there that I haven't seen in at least 4 years or so now...but they still all are a part of my life. I'd love to meet them again one day.
Honestly, the most traumatic day in my life so far was saying good-bye to a little girl we had from birth till a little over a year old. Broke my heart. Miss you, Michelle.
Foster care has always been a theme I've wanted to explore in a story.
That's so cool! I've always been into the idea of foster care and adopting too so that's an awesome story to hear.
I slumped briefly on the bed, and then sprang back up and grabbed my gaming gear. This is what got me through tough times. This was my real home. I belonged in the games.
My rig consisted of a kind of half-helmet that fitted over my head, but didn’t come down over my face. There was a pair of headphones built in. There were also a set of gloves and some rather smelly shoes. The gloves and shoes would help me feel the game, made to contour to the terrain. Not that I felt anything on either my metal arm or leg. While I loved the looks of those sweet immersion goggles, I had never wanted to fully commit like that. Somebody could walk in and steal all your stuff, and you wouldn’t know until you logged off. So, instead, I played off a giant screen projected onto a wall. I had to put up some clips first, though.
The set-up actually took about twenty minutes, but that wasn’t bad, all things considered. I set my gear to charge, and then kind of sat down and watched it charge, because I live an incredibly exciting life.
August’s voice drifted up to me. “Dinnertime, Nathan.”
Now came the conundrum. Did I go down and take my place at the table? My gloves worked well, but they didn’t handle silverware well.
I didn’t need food right now. As a cyborg, I only required about half the normal food intake of a normal teenage guy. Back home I got about a fourth. I was hungry, but I’d last another six hours or so before I reached the critical state. I decided to give it some more time, they weren’t ready for the big reveal. Mrs. Social Worker probably wasn’t even home yet. I wanted to make sure she was cuddled up in front of a nice fire, wearing her pajamas, before they called her up demanding a refund. Maybe her hair would even be in curlers, though it had been straight today.
“I’ll eat a bit later, I’m not hungry right now.” I said, which was true. As a cyborg, I didn’t feel much. It was more like I had a fuel bar, and I sensed it getting low, rather than actually getting sensations of hunger. The same was with sleep. And similar to food, I required about half, tops. I’d be fine on two or three hours.
My stuff clicked, and I pulled it off the charger. I slipped my feet into the special shoes. I yanked the gloves on up to my elbows, and powered on the screen by a set of quick intricate hand gestures.
You're putting out parts so fast I'm feeling very guilty. XD Sweet stuff! : D
Really? I've heard of seeing the future, but I've never heard of foresight of book chapters. 
It's a horrid problem of mine. 
How long does this project end up being? 
We're just getting started. 
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