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The world has become a desolate place. Plagues, famines, every sort of disease imaginable, and unimaginable, are raging on the surface, in the air, and under the sea. Man’s greatest escape, man’s greatest accomplishment, is the V Game. V Game, the virtual world that mirrors the original, however, whatever your mind can imagine, is placed onto the world. All lives are different; unique to those who play it.
In the V Game, there are very few rules. Be what you will, do what you will, but always follow the Developer. The Developer is more like the game’s resident God and Master. He, as rumor holds it, is the great Creator of the V Game, and many have begun to worship him as such, much to his disgust. Unfortunately, there are some who do not believe the Developer to be a ‘god’, but a man like everyone else. Those who think this, are often shunned by the fanatics of the game, and have often been seriously injured, or, in some cases, killed. It is because the people, who believe the Developer to be a man, believe that it was created by him, but with greater help.
Outside the game, however, deep within a tall structure in the heart of a nation’s once great capital, many Game Masters are working hard to keep the game running smoothly. Unfortunately, with everyone hooked up to the system, it has begun to strain the system, causing many blackouts which have resulted in the rude awakening of many players who play it. This has caused them great pain, placed them into a comatose state, or, in some rare cases, killed the player.
For the moment, a program is being developed to bring players out of the game safely during the random disconnections. Unfortunately, due to the large scale of players which span over the entire globe, complications are bound to arise.
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A knock at the door reveals a medium sized brown box. As you take it into your home, wonder and curiosity fills your mind, and you begin to ask aloud as to who had sent this package. With hesitant fingers, you strip the tape from the center, and gently open the flaps. Packing peanuts greet you, but your hands dive into the package, eagerly questing for the unknown. Your eyes grow wide, and a smile plays upon your lips; at last, you find your prize. A small, black box appears in your hand, and attached to it, a folded note with a smiley-faced sticker in its center.
As you carefully remove the sticker, you notice that a strange symbol is splayed in the top left corner. To the right of the symbol, the letters RNC can be seen. This reminds you of the international corporation which had released a new game system, which allows everyone to be anything they wish to be. Eagerly, but with more confidence, you open the black box, practically tearing into it. Inside is a pair of headphones with a thick band which arced between them. On one side, a short, thick antenna could be seen protruding from it. While on the other, a long chord, which has been tied into loops, is waiting to be hooked up with the nearest computer software.
Just as you are about to start up the game, you remember the note attached, and gently pick it up. Your eyes briefly scan over the letter, only pausing to read the congratulatory introduction into the V Game and the small warranty which lasts for about a year. The rest of the letter, you throw down, not wanting to read up on the history of how the V game began, and quickly attach it into your computer. A small light can be seen from within the band, and you hasten to put it over your eyes.
A blue sky opens to your eyes, and you can hear the ocean off into the distance. It is then that you realize that there are no controllers with which to move about, nor a microphone to speak into. As panic begins to set in, you hear a small voice, male; appear in your right ear. “Peace,” he says, “Peace. Be still. The product of which you have just received, is a perfected piece of equipment which allows you conscious mind to move, speak, and interact with other people.” A black robed figure appears in front of you, with only his mouth and hands visible to your eyes.
“You may experience a slight numbing behind your eyes, but you must not panic. This is only the device which is currently accessing your mind, and synchronizing with it.” Just as he speaks this, a small numbing pain appears behind your eyes for a few moments, but something strange begins to occur with your body. You cannot move. The robed figure nods slowly, resuming his speech, “Your body should be numb by now, but do not fret. This is only natural, as your mind is currently being transferred into the world known only as V Game.” The robed man vanishes, as does the ocean-side view.
Lights begin to pass you by, just as the opening theme of the V Game drifts into your ears. The lights begin to pick up even more speed, until they become a blur. Towards the end, you are enveloped in a blinding light, and you find yourself high above a strange land. Far below, you can see many players of all shapes, sizes, colors, etc, all battling monsters, each other, or performing various tasks. You pass the large stone-walled city made up of white marble called Tsar No'uul, the City of Pure Song. A large spire can be seen in the center of the city, and atop the spire is an empty thrown that overlooks the city below. This begins to excite you, and you are transported to a strange, open arena, where you will begin your tutorial of the V Game.
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Quickly Seth stood up and hugged his robe around his legs. They both turned into a sandstorm and he flew up to Halo and another slightly familiar aura. "Halo." he shouted over the cry of battle "I am Seth Ayoubi also known as Richard Watson. I can see all of time and the future hangs by but a thread. You are that thread Halo. I can not see why or how but I can see your being consistently through out the future. Look me up in your servers if you must. You will likely see me, considering I am the leading expert in computer defense, but remember one thing. I can be found in my tower always. If you seek answers come to me." He then felt another tug at his skull and the same process began all over again. This time however for a split second he felt Richard's hand feel his chair, and then it was gone. He came back to Seth and the excruciating pain. This time he just pulled his cloak tighter and turned into a full sandstorm. This confused the program long enough for him to fly away in the direction of his tower. He needed to rest.
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He looked down to the bottom floor where all the players were and said with fire in his eyes, "Now this is your last chance. You may either accept the forced log off or burn to death." He pushed a few buttons on his keyboard, creating a ring of fire around the remaining players. The zeros and ones began to travel through the fire prison. Players tried to fight it off or jump through it, but failed to do so. Soon, they were all scrunched around the middle avoiding the flames. Farris' voice boomed towards the remaining players. "If you don't let yourself be logged off right now, then you'll die." The players quickly got offline, even those who have lived their lives in the game got offline at the moment the flames burst at the middle, scorching the frozen landscape into black sut. Farris looked back over to Halo and said, "My job is don-" And Farris' monitor was quickly closed.
Farris was lying on the floor on the other end, coughing up blood and running a high fever. He tried to focus, but failed to do so and passed out, blood covering his face.
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"Leave her be," he said in a breathy voice, "She is in the right to call me an idiot, and to knock some sense into me." He stood up slowly, waving off all assistance to help him, but only asked for his cane. Once standing, he gripped his head in a free hand, and began to sway slowly from side to side. "You OK, Mr. Michaels?" Came a worried tone, "Will you be needing a chair? Maybe some water?" At his nod, several pairs of feet retreated from the room, and, within moments, returned with a chair and a bottled water. Taking several quick gulps from the water, he sat down and peered up at the people around him. "I'm fine, really I am. I just have a headache."
"Well?" Joshua's assistant glared at the two people who held her away from him, "Let me go," and they did so. "Damn apes," she growled, which made him smile, "If your really 'fine', sir, then what are we going to do about this mess, hmm? Are we going to blame it on someone like we did the last time?" She saw him tapping a finger against his lips, and sighed heavily, "I'll file the paperwork, but you really do need to address your subordinates, sir."
"Send them to the conference room," he said slowly, "Have all the heads of staff there, along with my Game Masters." He gripped his head with his hands, then, and squinted his eyes in pain. "Bring aspirin, too. This is going to become a migraine soon, and I'd rather not have that, thank you very much."
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"Effective," Naomi said raising an eyebrow at his crowd control tactics, "sort of violent, but still effective." She couldn't help but wonder slightly why the Citadel never melted even with fire power like that, it was probably in the programming. "Thanks for helpi--Woah! Are you alright?!" Well obviously Farris wasn't but she felt a rush of relief as someone called for a Doctor and the Medical response was immediate. "Your going to be okay, alright?" She said crouching down beside him as the doctor left, "the guy said it was just game stress," a look of worry crossed her face as she considered what the game must be doing to everyone across the world if this was what it was just doing to the staff. There really was a price for everything it seemed.
Looking over as an announcement was made for all leads and Game masters to report to the conference room Halo looked at him, "It looks like we're being called back to the conference room again," she said looking him up and down, "If you're not feeling well you should take a break but I think this one's going to be important so you might want to go." Frowning she could only think of the aftermath this meeting was going to be about. "I'll see you there if your feeling better, okay?" Waving she made her way back to the conference room seating herself with the rest of the Game Masters. Something told her this was going to be a long meeting.
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"Lets blame it on a radical group," came one suggestion, which was immediately followed with the comment of, "What 'radical group' would that be? Mr. Michaels' fanatics killed all the ones that didn't go into hiding." Chuckles and out right laughter followed the comment, as many recalled the horrific war in the streets outside between the Developers' "Holy" fanatics, and several groups which tried to keep people from entering the game. They had said that it caused more harm than any weapon on the planet, but were ultimately wiped out when they claimed responsibility for a bomb planted on several trucks carrying millions of dollars in V Game appliances. "Oh yes, let us blame some imaginary radical group that just happened to be there when the system crashed." Eyes were rolling, and the arguments continued.
"What of a viral time bomb that was to be set off at an unknown time?" This caught Joshua's attention, which also caught his assistant's attention. She sighed heavily, knowing it was futile to try and keep him from expanding upon the idea. "Oh? And who are we going to blame it on? Another radical group?" The sound of a hand meeting the back of a skull could be heard through out the room, which caused the speaker to wince and rub the back of his head. "We could always blame it on an employee that was fired," the speaker became nervous as most of the arguments stilled, and many pairs of eyes turned to him, "There's Jones from the IT department. He was fired recently after using company equipment to look up things he wasn't supposed to."
"Where is he now?" Came the Developer's voice, "Where is Jones now?" The room stilled, as nearly all eyes turned towards him. He stared at the speaker, who seemed to shrink in size under the gaze of his boss. In a small voice, he said, "At his home two states away, but sir, he is one of the ones that were reported as deceased." His boss's expression was blank, but a slow smile crawled across his face, turning his visage to something more sinister. A sigh came from behind him, as his assistant stood up. "I know that expression. You're going to blame it on a dead ex-employee," another sigh, "I'll start on the paperwork."
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Closing her eyes Naomi leaned back in her chair and let the conversation wash over her as she thought back to everything that had happened and was now going on. Thinking about the previous events of the past few months it seemed like the world that had made her who she was, was beginning to fall apart. Frowning she decided she couldn't let that happen, she wasn't content with the thought of going back to live with her mother and father and most of all she didn't want to go back to living like she was trapped in a cage. Cringing at the thought of never playing a live show again and resigning back into the position of publishing her music back on the nets like she used to she decided that she couldn't let that happen.
Sitting up in her chair she looked around at all the other Leads and Game Masters gathered around the table, "So," she said looking at Joshua, "now that we've decided who we're pointing the finger at can we get to the heart of the situation? What are we going to do about the system and how are we going to stop it from croaking?"
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"Sir?" His eyes drifted up to a young man, whose expression was full of concern, "The system is about to shut down, and several broadcasts have been sent throughout the world, telling everyone to log off now, or risk certain death. Sir," he seemed to hesitate, "There are still those who refuse to leave. Refuse to even budge, claiming that they wont log off until the game is fixed." The man twitched several times, before going quite, and his eyes darted in every direction, save for his boss. Another person placed his hand on the young man's shoulder, and said, "We'll increase the strength of the program, save and copy it onto an external hard drive, then let it run loose in the game. That will log everyone off, whether they like it or not."
Joshua stared up at the new speaker, smiling as he said, "Make it so. And when this mess is finally over, everyone will be getting a raise." A small cheer erupted from this, as many were already beginning to tire, "Then we shall rest, and throw a party," his hand came down on Naomi's shoulder, "You," he said emphasizing the word, "Will be in charge of that, Naomi," and chuckled lightly.
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Richard sat up and looked around. His cleaning lady had come around and tidied up and apparently had restocked the fridge.He grabbed a box of turkey and a bag of bread and then walked out to his car. He drove for half a hour. All the while thinking about his next move, and then the move after that. That's just how his brain worked. Life was just one big chess game to him. He finally came to a GIANT gate with three guard towers surrounding it. He pulled up in front of one of them and as the guard came out he pulled his drivers license out. "Sir no one can enter the V Game HQ without permission from Mr. Michaels himself." Richard showed him his ID and said "I am Richard Watson. Mr. Michaels called me here because of the crash. I am just late." The guard went back to his tower and Richard saw him typing on a computer. He then came back out "Sir you are not on any list I have." Richard threw his hands up in fake disbelief "Of course I'm not numb nuts! Do you think Mr. Michaels would want the entire world to know he was calling in the leading security man? Look me up I have 10 degrees in Cyber Criminology. I was called because there was a hack!" The guard stood there for a couple seconds and then said "Would you mind if I called Mr. Michaels sir?" Richard looked the guard dead in the eyes "No. Go ahead! But if this hacker gets to the main database while your standing here shootin' the wind it's on YOUR ass. NOT mine!" The guard looked slightly bewildered at the sudden outbreak and then waved his hand in the air. The gate opened up and Richard drove through. He came to the front door and went up to it and walked through it without so much as a glance back. He walked past a bunch of people, most of whom told him he couldn't pass, but he ignored them. He walked into a room full of people and he saw a man sitting in the middle of them. He walked up to him and nodded his head slightly. "Mr. Michaels, I am Ricahrd Watson, I have a solution to your problem.
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Tuning out again as she heard more players were refusing to log off she took her hair out of the ponytail it was in and began playing with the elastic bands. Wait, did someone say party? "Now you're speaking my language boss!" She said a grin spreading across her face, it would be nice to be able to just relax and let loose once this was all over. Her opinion on the raise was one of indifferent though, after all when your family owned one of the biggest synthetic food manufacturing corps in the business who really cared about a slight increase? Maybe it was time she stopped relying on her families money so much? It was a thought.
Who was the person claiming to be able to solve their problems that had suddenly appeared in the conference room though? and why did his name sound so familiar? "Wait a second!" She said pointing at Richard, "Your that guy that appeared earlier wanting to talk with me. What's up and what's with you and your thing for crashing corp meetings?"
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"Mr. Michaels will be just fine," came a small voice from the door of the conference room, "He just suffered a concussion, and will be awake within a few hours, at least. In the mean time," the door was instantly filled with three burly men in security uniforms, which made the staff members move up against the opposite wall, revealing the new person in the building. The burly security guards dashed into the room, and surrounded the young man, "You will be coming with us until Mr. Michaels, or his assistant is ready to see you. We do not enjoy having our systems hacked, especially when dozens of firewalls have been in place during a meeting for GMs in game." One of the guards began to push him towards the door, and the voice continued, "It is within our rights to contain you until we know what the nature of your presence will bring. You will not be given a phone, and you will be searched upon arrival of our holding cell. If you attempt to run, the men around you are given permission to use deadly force if needs be to detain you." The voice moved out of the doorway, and into the room, revealing the speaker to be Mr. Michaels' assistant.
"Oh, and one more thing," she leaned in towards the young man, "Any attempts to see Mr. Michaels without a proper appointment is frowned upon." Her voice became a harsh whisper, "The fanatics of Mr. Michaels are everywhere. Do you remember what happened to the last idiot to try and get to see Mr. Michaels by force?" A grin spread across her features, making her appearance to be devilish, "They never did find the body, only a large red stain on the front porch of the person's house. Its a good thing we caught you when we did, or else you'd be another red smear on concrete." Her voice grew to her normal pitch, and she straightened up, "Alright boys, first detainment cell. I'll tell the boss when he wakes up." She turned around, and walked out, heading in the direction of Mr. Michaels' room.
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Slumping back into her chair Naomi sighed, they just couldn't do anything the easy way could they? The guy didn't look like he meant any serious harm anyways. On the other hand there had been some serious v-game fiascos involving uknown people being thrown into the equation so she couldn't argue. "Soooo," she said looking from one end to the other of the conference room table as she got up and began to edge towards the door, "I'm just gonna do some party planning and go and check out whatever the heck that was, okay?"
Leaving before she could hear a response Naomi quickly made her way down to the Detainment Cells curiosity fueling her to get to the bottom of what was going on. Wait, did they even have Detainment Cells? That was right, they had them installed after the v-fanatics blow up didn't they? Entering the Cells and flashing her ID to the security guards she found Richard in the only one occupied which was closest to the door. "What's up?" She said with a wave as she made her way over to him, "Sorry about the whole locking you away thing. So, what were you trying to talk to Mr. Michael's about and what's up with what you were saying about me earlier in game?"
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