//Hey, guys! this game is similar to (if you have ever experienced it) a Facebook story, the basic idea is, that one person creates the start of a story, and the next person continues it! I'll start the story and you can add a sentence or two to continue it! Here you go!
The rain was thick and the night was dark as thunder crackled in the streets of Harlem, New York. on these streets walked a man. 'What is this mans name?', you may ask. His name is Lucas Martin. He is a tall African American man who wore a trench coat and a fedora. Under those, he wore a white t-shirt and cargo pants. Strapped to his belt was a silver desert eagle with a laser sight in its holster. On the other side of the belt was a private investigator badge.
The rain was thick and the night was dark as thunder crackled in the streets of Harlem, New York. on these streets walked a man. 'What is this mans name?', you may ask. His name is Lucas Martin. He is a tall African American man who wore a trench coat and a fedora. Under those, he wore a white t-shirt and cargo pants. Strapped to his belt was a silver desert eagle with a laser sight in its holster. On the other side of the belt was a private investigator badge.
Although it was rainy and dark the man could see perfectly well.
He was heading towards his flat he just wanted to get in and sleep he had a hard long day at work
Until a man called jeff came in and shot at him and he is ded now
Ah, but Jeff missed, hitting another man that was strolling by. So Lucas ran from Jeff, making sure that he had a safe distance from Jeff.
All of a sudden, the man, Lucas, sprouted a pair of bright, colorful wings and flew off to bring justice to the faerie folk with that FAPD (Fairies Police Department) badge of his soon as he was finished here.
The son of the pedestrian who'd been shot and killed pointed up and shouted to his mother, "Look, Mummy! It's a butterfly man!" Then Lucas began shooting bright, sparkly balls of rainbows at the killer named Jeff. The sparkly explosions acted as a cloud and gave him as well as the mother and her son to get away from said Jeff, the killer.
The mother's eyes twinkled as she watched the butterfly man Lucas fly out into the night sky. "Forever will he be remembered as a great man, a hero, for saving me and my baby boy."
Around the next corner as she and her son ran off, she was grabbed by a thug and he broke her neck! While the thug was distracted, the boy promptly escaped. Internally he cried, Forever alone!
Lucas flew high, unaware of what happened below and went up into the clouds, so high he couldn't see the ground, or the skyscrapers into what was called Faerien City.
The son of the pedestrian who'd been shot and killed pointed up and shouted to his mother, "Look, Mummy! It's a butterfly man!" Then Lucas began shooting bright, sparkly balls of rainbows at the killer named Jeff. The sparkly explosions acted as a cloud and gave him as well as the mother and her son to get away from said Jeff, the killer.
The mother's eyes twinkled as she watched the butterfly man Lucas fly out into the night sky. "Forever will he be remembered as a great man, a hero, for saving me and my baby boy."
Around the next corner as she and her son ran off, she was grabbed by a thug and he broke her neck! While the thug was distracted, the boy promptly escaped. Internally he cried, Forever alone!
Lucas flew high, unaware of what happened below and went up into the clouds, so high he couldn't see the ground, or the skyscrapers into what was called Faerien City.
Lucas woke up.
He just had one of the strangest dreams.
He'll never touch that foreign whisky again!
Or maybe it was the new cigarettes...
He just had one of the strangest dreams.
He'll never touch that foreign whisky again!
Or maybe it was the new cigarettes...
Lucas got up and fell back over
Laying on his side, he rememered he had to pick up his friend's daughter at the college. She was studying to become a searcher in genetics. He got up and strumbled, ultimately collapsing on a pile of dirty clothes.
He got back up and saw his goldfish in the water. With his hallucinations still active, he thought his poor goldfish was a horse. To get to his daughters collage, he needed a ride. Sticking his hand fish tank, he grabbed it, threw it on the floor, and tried riding it like a horse. "Go Minnie go!!!" he shouted naming his new horse Minnie "We've got no time too loose!!"
and suddenly it was all gone, as the originator of the dream, a pothead who fell asleep, woke up. "Woah dude, trippy" he said
The pothead lay on his mangled couch for a few minutes, reminiscing over his dream, before he threw his lanky legs over the edge and pushed himself upright. He was a gangly man, unkempt and young, and at this moment his dreams vanished in the face of an implacable urge.
Digging a family-sized bag of frooty-o's from his horrendously filthy cupboard, he dispensed with a need for a bowl by shoving a hand through the ripped top to feed himself a rainbow fist of munchy-satisfying flavour. The man settled himself in the worn-out seat of his computer chair, considering with the slow kind of alacrity that his drugs afforded the fact that he wished he hadn't lost his gaudy night shades--both because they were cool and because they toned down his vision when he booted his computer up and the glare threatened to blind him. It wasn't that he needed to wear shades to do his work, it was just that he was an extremely gauche parody of a hacker, and he felt gormlessly satisfied with the fact that he was very self aware of that act.
Digging a family-sized bag of frooty-o's from his horrendously filthy cupboard, he dispensed with a need for a bowl by shoving a hand through the ripped top to feed himself a rainbow fist of munchy-satisfying flavour. The man settled himself in the worn-out seat of his computer chair, considering with the slow kind of alacrity that his drugs afforded the fact that he wished he hadn't lost his gaudy night shades--both because they were cool and because they toned down his vision when he booted his computer up and the glare threatened to blind him. It wasn't that he needed to wear shades to do his work, it was just that he was an extremely gauche parody of a hacker, and he felt gormlessly satisfied with the fact that he was very self aware of that act.
Seeing he was unable to collect the child, he grabbed the mobile phone and texted his girlfriend, who was having a day off, to pick up the child on his behalf due to feeling indisposed. The reply soon came on screen "alright, leave it with me, you take care, hun" causing the man to smile at the thought of her and that final word that made him smile all the wider.
His gaze returned to the computer monitor now that Windows had finished booting up, and left the mobile a little futher out of reach on the table, staring at that logon screen.
That was of course until things took an edgy turn for the worse, because let's face it, if something can go wrong... Murphy's law states it will go wrong and this virtual reality is no exception.
As the poor sod logged into Windows with his credentials, with some struggle, he opened the web browser to navigate to the RP Repository website, his favourite. All it took was one click, for the username and password were already pre-recorded for lazy easy access, clearly, this man was a security lapsus in his own right.
At this site, he had an opportunity to play Dungeons and Dragons with RedLatern and Robinnrose and the rest of the crew at the exclusively private and elusive RL Campaign W group, where entry is highly restricted and yet, he managed his way in there a little while back.
His blurry eyes struggled to read the text, so he zoomed in the text a little to see better. He had to know what had been said in the IC forum, what had happened to his characters, whether he was or not halting the overall flow of the story. A pang of guilt creeping in that he was delaying everyone else's enjoyment with his undue absence and overdue replies.
He spent some time reading posts to bring himself up to speed with the plot and consider a good action. In the middle of such laborious as it can be to find an appropriate, elaborate reply that adjusts to the circumstances of the setting and interaction with the other characters, he decided music was amiss. It was then, listening to dubious music sites on the other tabs that the spyware infected the computer, seemingly unaware, because, let's face it, roleplaying is extremely engaging if a little attention demanding in itself but roleplaying Dungeons and Dragons is a greater challenge in its own right.
As his computer exchanged bits and bytes of data back and forth from the RPR servers to his web browser and the world at large, more sinister code was also extending into the net, working silently in the background. Through the malware infection the computer was now part of a larger botnet, being used for malicious activities to execute commands the poor sod clearly had no idea of or about. By the time the real black hat hacker had finished his task, all the traces that came from the computer gave clear indication that its user was extremely skilled and a criminal too, who had committed large scale attack upon the FBI servers and manipulated a bank or two in the process, all in the terribly lengthy space of time it took reading replies to catch up to the stories and composing seemingly adecuate but innocent responses.
At last, he was finally finished, it had taken him hours to get that reply just right, or so he thought... more so given his clouded judgment and poor state of mind. He had barely clicked that submit button when he heard sharp knocks on the door.
Agents and police had surrounded his property and the security forces, detectives and others came to knock the door sharply, a few times. "Open up! open up!" barked a growling voice
Our now considered expert hacker came to the door, a dumb deadpan look on his face, holding his mug of tea and sipping it, expecting his girlfriend to turn up concerned.
"Uhmm" muttered puzzled, a quizzical look at the scene that seemed taken out of an action movie, taking a mouthful of tea "Wazaaaap?" asked in a slurred voice wondering if he would be told to stay indoors due to come dangerous man on the loose or some prominent thief or something, perhaps a more sinister murder had taken place at the vicinity.
"Sir, you are under arrest for cyber crime" barked the man in charge lifting up the handcuffs
Our computer user clearly spat the contents of his mouth, half choking with the tea in dismay at the most baffling news ever, the showered liquid splashed upon the men in charge who would certainly take it not kindly at all
"Whoops... burp..." murmured and burped our unfortunate, his mug snatched right out of his hand, arms twisted to the back and wrists painfully handcuffed, a little too tight so they bit into the flesh to repay the showered courtesy.
"Away with him..." barked a voice, figures clad in black storming in to remove the computer and every digital content for inspection
One would have hoped the truth would be uncovered soon, he was given IT equipment he had no clue how to assemble, he was given programming software he had no clue how to code with, his school and college reports were a complete and utter failure where maths and IT was concerned and he even managed to fail the most basic IT test on-site. It was clear to these men had the wrong guy at the holding cell.
But the hours passed and nothing was progressing, making our unfortunate grow all the more restless and nervous, more so now that the effects were wearing off and his mind taking some clarity.
What was taking them so long? Why was nobody talking to him? that was of course until he strained his neck to see what were these agents doing and it was now clear to him.
They had assembled the computer, they had logged in and they had found... what they were not looking for... the RP repository website with RL Campaign W waiting for a response yet again.
These were security experts, were geeks and geeks have the terrible flaw of being Dungeons and Dragons experts in their own right. They had taken it into his hands to rectify the character profiles, adjust the stats, improve the responses and the ongoing battle was nowhere near over.
"That's wrong, account sharing is against the terms and conditions of the site usage!" protested and cringed the prisoner only to see a sly smile drift along the men's face
"Only if it could be proven..." trailed off the guy in dark glasses
"and we are the IT experts, there will be no such proof" assured another looking over the shoulder
"besides a way better game experience for us all, of course, well... maybe not for you" muttered one of the men at random looming over the rest, noses stuck by the screen.
"How could you do this?!" snapped disgusted "how could you wait a whole three days to respond with such a short sloppy reply" gasped the first glasses wearing man shuddering horrified
"You cannot use a palladin for such evil deed, that's against the rules. Palladins are definitely lawfully right at worse neutral, but not evil... ever!" growled the second immediately updating the latest reply the misfortunate had typed in
"Better teach the newbie before he murders DnD again..." murmured the glasses wearing man in control of the keyboard, typing faster than words could come out of his mouth, not even looking at the keys that he stroke quickly
"It was weekend, the boss would not return till Monday morning, this meant a whole weekend binging on .. of course... roleplay at the RP Repository with a proper Dungeons and Dragons game.
The men brought sandwiches, coffee and biscuits, sitting the handcuffed captive by them and pulling out books to actually teach him how to roleplay properly slowly but gradually building up on the ins and outs of the Dungeons and Dragons game, the dungeons master and the effect of the dice, as patient as Robinnrose and Red Latern did with the group RL Campaign W newcommers.
Monday morning came all too soon for the now not so misfortunate miscreant, cleared from all charges, except the all horrible crime of misusing a palladin; he was returned to his house with his computer, a sigh of relief to find a sense of normality.
He hesitantly booted the computer and yes, there it was, this time, music from youtube for safety reasons and of course, the RP Repository site, still with his characters there, albeit improved, and the RL Campaign W waiting for his post yet again. A mail came in, from an anonymous player in the RP Repository website, the content was the startling one.
"We're watching... see you at the battlefield... rookie" our misfortunate looked wide eyed if miffed and quickly deleted the email and emptied the trash just in case.
He may not be a hacker, after all, or a geek, after all, but he was a writer. From then on he was taking care to post appropriate replies, promptly, just in case... Now that he knew how to roleplay, how to play Dungeons and Dragons, and had the RP Repository account still active... the world was his oyster.
His gaze returned to the computer monitor now that Windows had finished booting up, and left the mobile a little futher out of reach on the table, staring at that logon screen.
That was of course until things took an edgy turn for the worse, because let's face it, if something can go wrong... Murphy's law states it will go wrong and this virtual reality is no exception.
As the poor sod logged into Windows with his credentials, with some struggle, he opened the web browser to navigate to the RP Repository website, his favourite. All it took was one click, for the username and password were already pre-recorded for lazy easy access, clearly, this man was a security lapsus in his own right.
At this site, he had an opportunity to play Dungeons and Dragons with RedLatern and Robinnrose and the rest of the crew at the exclusively private and elusive RL Campaign W group, where entry is highly restricted and yet, he managed his way in there a little while back.
His blurry eyes struggled to read the text, so he zoomed in the text a little to see better. He had to know what had been said in the IC forum, what had happened to his characters, whether he was or not halting the overall flow of the story. A pang of guilt creeping in that he was delaying everyone else's enjoyment with his undue absence and overdue replies.
He spent some time reading posts to bring himself up to speed with the plot and consider a good action. In the middle of such laborious as it can be to find an appropriate, elaborate reply that adjusts to the circumstances of the setting and interaction with the other characters, he decided music was amiss. It was then, listening to dubious music sites on the other tabs that the spyware infected the computer, seemingly unaware, because, let's face it, roleplaying is extremely engaging if a little attention demanding in itself but roleplaying Dungeons and Dragons is a greater challenge in its own right.
As his computer exchanged bits and bytes of data back and forth from the RPR servers to his web browser and the world at large, more sinister code was also extending into the net, working silently in the background. Through the malware infection the computer was now part of a larger botnet, being used for malicious activities to execute commands the poor sod clearly had no idea of or about. By the time the real black hat hacker had finished his task, all the traces that came from the computer gave clear indication that its user was extremely skilled and a criminal too, who had committed large scale attack upon the FBI servers and manipulated a bank or two in the process, all in the terribly lengthy space of time it took reading replies to catch up to the stories and composing seemingly adecuate but innocent responses.
At last, he was finally finished, it had taken him hours to get that reply just right, or so he thought... more so given his clouded judgment and poor state of mind. He had barely clicked that submit button when he heard sharp knocks on the door.
Agents and police had surrounded his property and the security forces, detectives and others came to knock the door sharply, a few times. "Open up! open up!" barked a growling voice
Our now considered expert hacker came to the door, a dumb deadpan look on his face, holding his mug of tea and sipping it, expecting his girlfriend to turn up concerned.
"Uhmm" muttered puzzled, a quizzical look at the scene that seemed taken out of an action movie, taking a mouthful of tea "Wazaaaap?" asked in a slurred voice wondering if he would be told to stay indoors due to come dangerous man on the loose or some prominent thief or something, perhaps a more sinister murder had taken place at the vicinity.
"Sir, you are under arrest for cyber crime" barked the man in charge lifting up the handcuffs
Our computer user clearly spat the contents of his mouth, half choking with the tea in dismay at the most baffling news ever, the showered liquid splashed upon the men in charge who would certainly take it not kindly at all
"Whoops... burp..." murmured and burped our unfortunate, his mug snatched right out of his hand, arms twisted to the back and wrists painfully handcuffed, a little too tight so they bit into the flesh to repay the showered courtesy.
"Away with him..." barked a voice, figures clad in black storming in to remove the computer and every digital content for inspection
One would have hoped the truth would be uncovered soon, he was given IT equipment he had no clue how to assemble, he was given programming software he had no clue how to code with, his school and college reports were a complete and utter failure where maths and IT was concerned and he even managed to fail the most basic IT test on-site. It was clear to these men had the wrong guy at the holding cell.
But the hours passed and nothing was progressing, making our unfortunate grow all the more restless and nervous, more so now that the effects were wearing off and his mind taking some clarity.
What was taking them so long? Why was nobody talking to him? that was of course until he strained his neck to see what were these agents doing and it was now clear to him.
They had assembled the computer, they had logged in and they had found... what they were not looking for... the RP repository website with RL Campaign W waiting for a response yet again.
These were security experts, were geeks and geeks have the terrible flaw of being Dungeons and Dragons experts in their own right. They had taken it into his hands to rectify the character profiles, adjust the stats, improve the responses and the ongoing battle was nowhere near over.
"That's wrong, account sharing is against the terms and conditions of the site usage!" protested and cringed the prisoner only to see a sly smile drift along the men's face
"Only if it could be proven..." trailed off the guy in dark glasses
"and we are the IT experts, there will be no such proof" assured another looking over the shoulder
"besides a way better game experience for us all, of course, well... maybe not for you" muttered one of the men at random looming over the rest, noses stuck by the screen.
"How could you do this?!" snapped disgusted "how could you wait a whole three days to respond with such a short sloppy reply" gasped the first glasses wearing man shuddering horrified
"You cannot use a palladin for such evil deed, that's against the rules. Palladins are definitely lawfully right at worse neutral, but not evil... ever!" growled the second immediately updating the latest reply the misfortunate had typed in
"Better teach the newbie before he murders DnD again..." murmured the glasses wearing man in control of the keyboard, typing faster than words could come out of his mouth, not even looking at the keys that he stroke quickly
"It was weekend, the boss would not return till Monday morning, this meant a whole weekend binging on .. of course... roleplay at the RP Repository with a proper Dungeons and Dragons game.
The men brought sandwiches, coffee and biscuits, sitting the handcuffed captive by them and pulling out books to actually teach him how to roleplay properly slowly but gradually building up on the ins and outs of the Dungeons and Dragons game, the dungeons master and the effect of the dice, as patient as Robinnrose and Red Latern did with the group RL Campaign W newcommers.
Monday morning came all too soon for the now not so misfortunate miscreant, cleared from all charges, except the all horrible crime of misusing a palladin; he was returned to his house with his computer, a sigh of relief to find a sense of normality.
He hesitantly booted the computer and yes, there it was, this time, music from youtube for safety reasons and of course, the RP Repository site, still with his characters there, albeit improved, and the RL Campaign W waiting for his post yet again. A mail came in, from an anonymous player in the RP Repository website, the content was the startling one.
"We're watching... see you at the battlefield... rookie" our misfortunate looked wide eyed if miffed and quickly deleted the email and emptied the trash just in case.
He may not be a hacker, after all, or a geek, after all, but he was a writer. From then on he was taking care to post appropriate replies, promptly, just in case... Now that he knew how to roleplay, how to play Dungeons and Dragons, and had the RP Repository account still active... the world was his oyster.
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