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Op - It’s not that I don’t appreciate the other themes’ quality, I just don’t care about their subjects as much. 😉
Wiz: Ah, I gotcha 👍
Goood. . . . . . . . . . . . . checks watch AFTERNOON.
So. . . I've decided to write a short story, and I'm wondering what y'all think? it isn't completely finished but its a start.
without further ado, here's chapter 1 of* The Last Chance*
Cody slipped into the line, this was the last of the enhanced warfare simulators. He needed to win if he was to escape this dystopian nightmare. Once the line had moved on into the mile high building complex he removed his backpack. An odd assortment of stuff lay inside his bag. A L.E.D torch, a Nerf sniper and Firestrike gun, a small pocket knife, sunglasses, and several bandaids. Quickly he pulled his baseball cap down, the guards had returned to their stations. Once they had moved on he took the pocket knife out of the bag and slid it into his pocket. If everything went to plan, he’d be reunited with his family in Jeoul. All he had to do was hold up his end of the bargain and Derick would get the flag, thus ending the simulation, and they’d be off world. He clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails dug into his skin. He had to be calm.
“You lot move to line 12” commanded an Enforcer
The five people ahead of him took the remaining spaces in line 12. Pretending to tie his shoelaces he ducked down. His sneakers were weathered and getting tighter. The doors in front of the lines opened the 8 people in each line hurried into the doors, it was hard to see the environment that the Game-Masters had chosen, it looked like a safari. Good. That meant it was a cityscape next.
“You, boy!”
His head snapped up, swallowing hard he looked into the grizzly bearded man's cold eyes. “Yes sir?”
“Stay focussed. You're gonna wanna win right? Stay focussed I tell ya, nothing can beat being focused. . . hmm. . . eah, what was we talking about now? don’t remember.” Burped the fat Guard
“You were telling me. . . um. . . that you were going to make sure the next simulation was Cityscape.”
“Right of course.” then walked away.
He sighed, that was close, too close.
“You lot, move to line 2”
Cody and the seven people behind him walked toward the designated section. His heart raced, grabbing the sunglasses he put them on. The sound of the Enforcer yelling out orders was barely audible now.
“Commencing Simulation. Make sure all belongings that are not designed for upgrade are stowed in the compartments. The simulation will begin momentarily.” rang out the female Gamemaster’s voice through the speakers.
He looked around, the only person who really looked determined was a girl, possibly 13, about a year younger than him. Slung around her back was a pack similar to the one that came from his sector in the city. 15 mechanical pencils were fastened to a belt slug around her shoulder, a very interesting choice of weapons. Ages ago his father had shown up with a sword. Back then there were less landscapes, once he won the simulation. The Game-Masters wanted to keep him, but he stood firm. He's off-world now. The rules work that he’s able to take one other person, so of course, he took mom. She wasn’t able to compete in the games so it was him and his 4 older siblings. It would’ve taken ages for him to win alone. It had been 3 years since Simon, his last sibling, left. All except 1 Enhanced Warfare Simulator, remains, all the rest have taken off. The humans who are able to win, have earned the right to survive. Derick showed up from a far off city, and they were practically unstoppable in the last simulation; they were just gathering info. This one was the real deal. If he could not win, they’d be stuck for another 3 years until the disease spread thickly enough for complete annihilation.
“Simulation in progress.” Then the doors opened.
Awesome! Sounds exciting!
Thanks, I just edited a few mistakes 😓
(And “sunglasses” is one word, JSYK. 😉)
Editing noises intensifies.
It’s still not spelled right… 😆
Curse my dyslexic hands!!
Oof
Nice new shiny PFP!
FB - 😂 My sister has semi-dyslexia.
EDIT: Agreed—that PFP is dope!
@Chuck + Wiz, Thanks KoA made it and after a month of Guitarman's one I decided to change 😂
@Wiz, yeah I think I have that as well. I mean, dyslexic people can draw better then other people. . . 😂 something about us being able to see in 3d
😂 My sister isn’t much of an artist, but she is really smart, academically.
(She’s studying to become a vet—we’re all proud. 😏) Whereas I’ll spend the rest of my days in our apartment’s storage locker, building MOCs on MB. 😂
Anyway, do y'all think I should make a model for every chapter of this story?
Sure! That’s the update I’m going to make, after I complete JttEM.
its probably just going to be a small moc like the stuff Greenie does.
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