0.3 - Launchpad
May 13, 2023 Darrell S.
The competition is still going strong. We’re currently
watching a sniper currently rushing up the stairs of an office building. She’s
winded, not used to getting involved in close combat. Her footsteps echo
through the stairwell as she tries to make it to a safe location. A rooftop
would do her no good right now. She’s being chased by a man in a red helmet
laughing manically as if he’s not even breaking a sweat. A flying dagger hits
her in the ankle and she tumbles as her tormentor chases.
“I told you it’s like a horror movie if we watch Daamin’s
victims instead,” Kai laughs as the woman falls.
“You’re right, but if she stays on the ground we need to
find something else to do.”
The woman doesn’t try to stand up. She’s sliding backwards
with her hand up yelling no. This is too much like every bad horror movie I’ve
ever seen. Daamin stabs her with one of his swords and she lets out a
high-pitched squeal before her voice vanishes as her body shatters into
hundreds of pieces of what looks like glass. Like a mad man he leaps over the
banister and free falls down to the ground floor landing in a kneeling
position.
“So, I guess he’s a super hero today instead of an anime
character,” I point out.
“Either way, he needs therapy,” Kai shrugs.
“How many people left in the competition?”
“Entirely too many.”
“Want to take a job while he cuts down the competition?”
“You,” Kai seems shocked. “Mr. Solo Dolo, Virtual Kid Cudi,
wants to go on a mission, together? As a team? Woah, I feel special,” Kai
feigns surprise.
“We’ve gone on missions together before. Plenty of them.”
“Yeah, but I invite you, and trick you into joining.”
“Alright, if you don’t want to go, we can just watch Daamin
murder people.”
“Nope,” Kai opens a prompt and accepts the first mission on
the list.
“You don’t even know what we’re going to do?”
“That’s part of the fun, right? It’s an Iconic Kai move.”
“You’re not iconic.”
“Not to you, but somebody likes it.”
“Whatever, you’re driving.”
“Hmm,” Kai has a thought.
“What’s wrong?”
“No driving.”
“Because of the competition?”
“No, because this is a big money job and they’re sending a
helicopter to our location. We should head to the roof.”
From the rooftop we can’t make out the chaos in the streets
below as people but the radio in my ear assures there’s plenty of fresh violence
down below. I live pretty high up, and I’ve got a balcony I never use, so I’ve
never been on the roof before. Admittedly it makes me a little queasy. Kai
seems unbothered, conducting two photo drones to get various pictures of him. I
force myself to smile for a few just to please him.
The wind picks up as a golden helicopter inches closer to
the roof. When Kai said big money, he meant big money. The helicopter didn’t
even land, just extended a matching gold ramp for us to walk across. The inside
of the helicopter is a soft leather like material that I probably can’t pronounce
or afford.
I’ve never been on a helicopter in my real life, or an airplane,
or even past the fifth rung on a ladder. Inside a video game is an interesting
way to realize that I’m not height avoidant, but actually terrified of heights.
The pilot is giving us details of the job and Kai is making small talk with the
pilot but I can’t hear them. Occasionally Kai’s voice will pop in as he talks
about how the city looks beautiful up here or the pilot will point out some
landmark. I don’t care about any of that, I’m focusing on my breathing. The second
thing I’ve learned on this flight is what a panic attack feels like.
“Dre, Dre,” I feel a sting on my face, and notice Kai’s eyes
staring directly into mine. “Hey, focus on me, not the flight.”
“What,” I’m trying to make sense of what Kai is saying.
“I didn’t know you were scared of heights.”
“I’m not. I’m not scared,” I argue.
“Oh, you’re scared,” the pilot laughs. “Nothing wrong with
it. I’ve seen bigger and stronger men than you be afraid. I really served in
Iraq, they don’t train you to be this high in the air. You can trust me, it’s a
game, no mechanical issues and we’re well above the folks fighting down there,
so no need to worry.”
The pilot’s words don’t do anything for me. I just focus on
Kai. Usually I would pull away because he likes to touch people, and I don’t
like to be touched. This time I just let him rest his hands on my cheeks and
lead me through some breathing exercises until we get close to a landing.
“Coming in nice and slow,” the pilot’s voice crackles as the
helipad gets closer.
I’m the first one out of the helicopter. I don’t intend to
kiss the ground but I trip, and faceplant. Kai and the pilot stifle laughter,
but I don’t care. This is solid ground, and I missed it.
“Welcome to Herron Hills, where the rich come to live with
their eyes wide closed,” the pilot gives us an introduction.
“Thanks, but spare me the tour for a moment. I need to get
myself together,” I pick myself up from the ground.
“I kind of like the helpless Dre. It’s cute,” Kai laughs.
“Shut up.”
“That’s not what you were saying in the air. You were all
like, thank you Kai, save me Kai,” he laughs.
“I didn’t say any of that,” I argue.
“Maybe, I imagined that part,” Kai continues to laugh.
“You boys are a real hoot,” the pilot leads us towards a mansion that would seem generic if not for the bright red color scheme.
0.2 - Junkyard Dog
March 17, 2023 Darrell S.
Sixteen thousand people were playing for a shot at the
prize. I got to read that much before I was sent hurtling towards the Earth
from thousands of feet above. The sky filled with players all trying to aim
their bodies and select a landing location. A few hold hands, trying to link up
and work as teams. Others tried deploying their parachutes early to have more
control over where and when they land. Personally, I’m trying to win and that
means taking out the competition. Usually, I try to go non-lethal, but seeing
as how nobody loses any progress in this game, I can pull out the big guns.
I equip and assault rifle and go to town. First taking aim
at people who already opened their parachutes. It’s going to be a tough landing
when your chute is torn to shreds. Then I take aim at those teaming up. It’s
not against the rules, but I’m a hater and I don’t like seeing that. Others
start to angle their bodies, trying to float away with the madman who has a
gun. A few people like my idea and start firing their own weapons. When the sky
is full of chaos, that’s my cue to escape.
I nose dive, picking up speed; the wind forces me to close
my eyes. A beeping noise in my ear lets me know I’m close to impact. I
straighten out my body, slowing my fall before pulling the cord for my
parachute. I’m yanked backwards as the chute catches the wind. I’ve never taken
the opportunity to go skydiving in the game before, so I’m not sure how to
guide my parachute. I’m content wherever the wind takes me as long as I land
safely. That shouldn’t be a problem, except I started a gun fight in the air
above me and now I’m a gently floating target.
A junkyard comes into sight below me. Must mean I’m at the
South Side of the city. I can already hear gunshots mixing with the wind as it
passes my ears. The first bullet passes by me as I’m about 5 feet from the ground.
I open fire with my assault rifle; hoping to clear some room for a nice
landing. I ditch the parachute as soon as my feet touch the ground. I dive
behind an old car and land in a puddle of something brown that smells horrible.
I really enjoy how immersive this game can be, but I hate it too. I switch to a
shotgun and prepare some grenades. I wait for a moment of silence as everyone
reloads.
I rush out into the open flinging grenades like a mad man
and firing at anyone I see. I feel bad as fill the chest of a teenager with
lead from my shotgun. He let’s off a string of expletives only a teenager just
learning to curse would as his body vanishes from existence and he’s booted
from the tournament. A shot pierces my shoulder from behind. I turn and return
fire on someone’s grandmother. Maybe someone’s grandmother. Might just be
someone who wants their character to look old. I keep sprinting until I make
the exit, not thinking of anything but survival.
I smash the window of a garbage truck parked outside and
turn the key. For a moment I pause to think what’s wrong with me. Why am I
doing grand theft? Because I want to get rich, there’s no other reason. If I
can get somewhere safe and hide out, I’ll be good. Daamin has a few safehouses
in the badlands I can hide at.
A small group of people armed with guns has made their way
to the junkyard. They’re probably working together and looking for groups of
players to take out, or heard all the gunshots. I duck down and hope they don’t
see me. Glass shatters and falls onto me, letting me know they saw me. They had
a great view of me because they knew exactly where to shoot. I could probably
step out and get shot up with some dignity.
I hold my hands up to surrender and nobody shoots. I slowly
rise up and back into the seat. There’s probably close to twenty people
blocking the exit, all with guns drawn. I slowly open the driver’s side door. Wait,
there’s no permadeath, I’m not going to get a chance to try this again. I take
a deep breath and slam my foot on the gas. The truck shoots forward with more
speed than I expect. I fire my own assault rifle. If this was an action movie
it’s the part where my bullets smash into theirs and nobody gets shot. But it’s
not a movie, and I get hit plenty of times. My health is low but they stop
shooting as the truck turns the first person into a speedbump and follows up
with a few more. I can’t help but laugh like an insane person as I make it
through the gate and onto the road. I can’t believe that worked.
A sudden warmth fills the air around me, my hearing fades
away, replaced only with ringing and slowly my vision turns white.
”Thank you for playing, please enjoy the consolation prize,”
a disembodied voice speaks to me from the white void.
When my vision returns I’m standing in my apartment wearing
a t-shirt that says, “Hunger Pangs Participant.” I don’t even know what that
means. I’m sure it’s a reference to something Daamin could explain.
0.1 - Reunited
March 03, 2023 Darrell S.
“I could use that cash,” was the text Kai sent me this morning. We had been discussing the upcoming tournament in Liberty and Strife. It’s virtual reality, but it’s still a fight to the death. From time to time, they have these in game events and this is just the latest. Some are cool, but this one I’ve got no interest in. Fighting to the death for money just doesn’t excite me. Still, I log into the game when I get home from work, loading into my virtual loft.
It’s just a game, but the comforts it provides are just
incredible and the things others create are just as good as the real world.
People have filmed entire movies in this world, and I love to watch them. I
head upstairs to lay across my bed and watch movies projected on the ceiling, a
comfort that I just can’t get in the real world. I spot Kai laying in my bed
snoring as some cartoon featuring tigers fighting giant monsters plays on the
ceiling up above. He’s used a trench coat made of some kind of leather like
material and seems unbothered by my appearance.
“Kai, why are you in my bed,” I ask repeatedly poking him in
the cheek.
“Don’t act like it’s the first time,” he groans.
“It is the first time that I know of,” I respond then pause,
“do you just let yourself in and sleep here? You don’t even need to sleep, it’s
a game.”
“You gave me a key, what else would I use it for?”
“Not sleeping in my bed.”
Kai grabs my arm and yanks me onto the bed with him, “we can
share the bed and watch a movie together,” he holds me tight.
“You’re a weird guy,” I manage to fight free of Kai as the
doorbell rings.
“I never go any further than you let me,” he shrugs before
looking away when I make eye contact.
The doorbell rings again, “I’ve got to get that.”
I could have just opened my menu and allowed access but Kai
holding me hostage on a bed isn’t something I find enjoyable. I open the door
to Daamin, the third part of our little crew and the one person who doesn’t
have a character model based on himself. Today Daamin is dark skinned bald man
wearing a checkered scarf around his neck over some kind of military gear with
a brown leather jacket and carrying a red helmet that doesn’t seem to have a
place to see out of.
“What took you so long to answer,” Daamin makes his way in.
No manners on him.
“Kai was being weird,” I respond.
“You could have stopped me if you didn’t like it,” Kai
shouts down from the bedroom loft.
“I did stop you,” I shout back.
“Wow, you bicker like an old married couple. I mean, you’re
both old but did you get married,” Daamin asks with a light shove to my
shoulder.
“You’re in my home, I could kill you right now and you
wouldn’t even be able to fight back,” I stare into his eyes.
“My next avatar, is going to be bigger than you, and then
you won’t be so tough.”
Kai flips down from the loft in dramatic fashion wearing
knee high white boots, baby blue tights complete with cargo pockets and just a
matching blue bulletproof vest. “Why are you dressed like you’re about fight a
war against Smurfs,” I ask.
“Same reason Daamin is dressed like a pirate with a motorcycle
fetish,” Kai responds.
“I’m actually dressed like Red Hood during a mission in,”
Daamin starts but Kai stops him.
“We’ve got a death match to win, and I don’t need your nerd
talk weighing me down.”
“But Red Hood is the best robin.”
“Is Red Hood going to help one of us become an instant
millionaire?”
I cut in, “it’s in game money. You’d just blow it on luxury
game items.”
Kai nods, “yes but I sell those items for real money and
money is as important as breathing or water.”
“I’m not participating,” Daamin makes his way toward my
kitchen.
“Why not? You’re the best fighter by a mile,” Kai asks.
“Three reasons. One, there are currently over ten thousand
people signed up for this. The odds of winning are incredibly low. Especially
for a mele fighter like myself. Two, the gangs and corps are already planning
strategies on how to work together. There’re some rumors about an invincible
duo of momma bear and poppa bear. I’m just not up for getting jumped. Third, I
just don’t feel like it.” Daamin finishes his speech and takes a sandwich from
my fridge.
“You two realize you don’t live here right,” I ask as Daamin
bites down on the sandwich.
“Yeah,” Daamin says taking a seat on the couch. “But you
treat your virtual home like a real home. You buy food, you get the best
furniture, you clean even when you don’t have to.”
Kai nods, “your virtual home is better than my real home.”
“My virtual home is better than my real home I argue.”
“Which is why you should let me move in here and be your
roommate.”
“Sorry, only one bed.”
“It’s a king size and I don’t mind sharing a bed with you.”
“Gross,” Daamin says with a mouth full of my sandwich.
A system notification pops informing us the event is about
to begin and we all wait as Kai and Daamin stare each other down. Daamin thinking
Kai is too afraid and Kai sure that Daamin is lying.
“Bye,” Kai makes a few motions on his menu and vanishes from
the room.
“You going to go get him? You know you’re a dynamic duo; he
can’t survive without you,” Daamin laughs.
I sigh, “yeah, I’m going to get him,” I open up my menu and
join the event.
“Good luck,” Daamin waves goodbye as if he’s not going to
join as soon as I vanish from my apartment.