Virtual reality is a roleplay site about, as the name suggests, a virtual universe. In the not to distant future scientists created a high tech video game called The Game. The Game was not originally called the Game, but when the war broke out, everyone forgot what the real name was, and it was referred to as the Game. Not long after they developed another version. They made it for fun, but over time it has become dangerous. The Government has banned the game from being used, except by the military for training, but a resistance has arisen and gotten possession of the game. The Rebellion is fighting the tyrannical Government to regain rights for civilians and to free the world of cruel leaders. Little does anyone know, but the game is still used for fun on another planet colonized by Earth, but has long since been forgotten. A rebellion is in its infant stages on the world of Zeme, will it be able to bring down the Vlad from its remote base, or will it fail to grow? Will the resistance be able to crush the Vlad and help the Rebellion on Earth, and free the people of Zeme of the tyrannical government? Will the people on Zeme discover the war going on in their beloved game or will they remain ignorant? Will the resistance bring down the Vlad, or will the Vlad prevail and punish the rebels and their sympathizers?
Obviously you've noticed the involuntary change pushed on us. Sadly this meant I had to rework all of the coding. That unfortunately led to us restarting out money count. There will be little change until I can figure out more about this new system. I will still manually take the money from your account when you purchase something. As of now you will only receive 1 penny from posting and exalting will give none. There is also a bank with a 1.5% interest that you can deposit money into. It is found at the bottom left of the screen. There is a stock market there temporarily, but I will likely remove it soon. There is also a possibility of us adding jobs soon with wages.
Let slip the dogs of war, thought General Fortis to himself as he watched his men wrap up their mission. Today's victory was bittersweet, since today was the 5th year of emptiness after Amicus's death at the hands of the Resistance. Amicus and Fortis were childhood friends, closer than any brothers. They joined the Vlad together and each showed promise. Fortis was destined to be a General while Amicus was destined to be the Specialist of the Vlad.
In a day, that changed. The Resistance, who had not been taken seriously until that point, planned an assassination of the Leader of the Vlad. As the Leader was getting out of his private limousine after he had talked to two young colonels to discuss their future, the Resistance attacked. They shot the Leader twice, but it was not fatal. Before they could finish him off, Fortis started to shoot back and Amicus picked up the Leader, and like a firefighter, carried the Leader towards his house because the limousine had driven off before the shooting.
Just before safety, however one of the assassins shot Amicus three times in the back, trying to hit the Leader. Amicus managed to get through the safety door, and after lowering the Leader carefully to the ground, he crumpled to the floor. By this time, Fortis had slain three of the five assassins and knocked out another one, who was severely wounded. Only one assassin had escaped, the one who had shot Amicus. Hastily, Fortis ran inside to find his friend on the ground, and kneeling down heard Amicus choke out his last words, which were both of their personal mottos, "All men have fears, but the brave put down their fears and go forward, sometimes to death, but always to victory." With those words, he breathed his last. Fortis cried.
Amicus was given the highest honors and was buried with a great ceremony. That day, Fortis swore revenge that he would kill or capture every member of the Resistance. That revenge took some time, but today, after five years of espionage and raids, the revenge was coming.
The assault that Fortis had just overseen was the capturing of many Resistance members and information. Two more assaults were finishing up elsewhere. With this new information, Fortis will be able to continue his revenge and bring these traitors to justice. Already, he was was creating new plans. Fortis loved it when a plan came together.
Last Edit: Jan 10, 2014 22:45:44 GMT -7 by Dominari
Dyer slammed his hand against the table before him. The young soldier who had just informed him of the attacks by the Vlad backed up.
"Leave," Dyer snapped and the soldier eagerly obeyed. He knew he wasn't being fair, the attacks weren't the soldier's fault, but he couldn't help his anger.
The Resistance was not strong enough to take the blows the Vlad was dealing. Inside the Medieval portion of the Game they were in a good position, but in the real world they were weak and low on supplies. Given where they had started they were doing well, but they were not strong enough to continue the war like this.
Dyer stabbed the map resting on the table with a knife, its blade piercing right through where one of the command posts that had been his stood. He could have used a holographic map that he could manipulate at will, but he preferred to use old school paper that he could touch. He scanned the locations nearest to the post and skimmed the handwritten notes on the map. Fortis, he thought to himself. He knew the general. He had watched the man kill three of his best men and take down another. His biggest regret was not avenging them. Yet.
With a shake of his head he yanked the knife out of the wood. There was no way he could exact his revenge without gaining a better foothold in the war. The best way to do that was to go on the defense in the real world and push in the Game.
He looked at the device on the wall that would let him enter the game. It resembled a cot, but had a glass dome that lowered over it and a headpiece that would alter his brainwaves, allowing him inside the Game.
His shoulders itched where his two swords were strapped on, points sticking up by his ears. There was no doubt in his mind he could kill any other player in the Game, particularly as his medieval assassin persona. If only he had more soldiers that could come even anywhere near his skill. Then he might stand a chance. For now he couldn't hope but to keep his cause alive long enough to get good enough followers.
Lilly rotated her shoulders, her eyes closed as she sat with her legs crossed in front of her. The room she sat in was empty, save for herself, and the silence wrapped the young woman in its welcoming folds. Mentally she shut the rest of the world out, it was time like this that she relished, being alone. Lilly straightened up, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. A smile twitched on her face, relaxation was almost as easy as sleep, and when one was alone-
"Ma'am?"
Lilly opened one eye raising her eyebrow with it, to see a soldier standing before her, she sighed lightly. Unfolding her legs and looking him in the eyes. "Yes?" She couldn't help the icy tone that accompanied the word and for once she didn't regret it.
"There... There were attacks. By the Vlad." The man took a few steps back as Lilly stood.
"Attacks? Does Dyer know?" Lilly stretched slightly, knowing what little break she has was over.
"He does."
"Good. You may go. I should probably go speak with him." Lilly said, waving the man away and rubbed her hand across her face, cursing. She debated going to him, but shook her head. I needed to talk with him, but now may not be the best time. She knew the Resistance wasn't in a good position, save for the medieval aspect of the Game, they needed men and supplies.
Lilly's eyes glanced over at the cot that would let her entire the Game. She debated it for half a second then left the room, she needed to talk to Dyer. Plan their next move. Lilly's fist tightened as she left her room, looking around as she shut the door behind her. There was a slight chill in the air, but she had learned to ignore it by now, that was normal. Even knowing the base like the back of her hand, Lilly still let her mind and eyes wander as she walked slowly forward.
Shaking her head sharply she started toward the room where she knew her leader would be, Lilly thought about what would happen now. Daydream later, this is business. Though she knew, they would launch a counterstrike of sorts, but not the way she wanted. Secretly she desperately wanted a counterstrike outside of the Game, but knew they didn't have the men to do it. "It comes down to the Game now." She muttered the words under her breath to herself as she knocked. "Sir?"
Dyer ran his hands through his hair, thinking about how to get more men to join him. The best chance would be to prove himself in the Game, thus convincing people that he was worth following. However, that required him revealing himself, something he did not want to do. He preferred to stay under the Vlad's radar and strike from nowhere. He knew the Vlad were unaware of his identity and he wanted to keep it that way. Drawing any attention to himself could compromise that.
Still...
His train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. What now? Unless we are being attacked here I don't want to deal with it. He wanted to get into the Game and take out some unsuspecting Vlad agents, then plan a full-scale retaliation.
With a quiet grumble he walked to the door and pulled it open. "Lilly. What is it?"
Lilly eyed Dyer as he opened the door, sighing ever so lightly. "Don't look at me like that. Forgive me if I've interrupted your thoughts, sir, but we need to do something about what happened." She was itching for action of any sort. the Vlad had to pay.
I'll make them pay myself if I have to, Lilly thought to herself, she had known some of the men that had been killed, two of them were friends, not close, but friends nonetheless. Revenge is nice, but the memory of them is what keeps them alive through you. Lilly shoved the voice away, willing to disregard being rational for now.
Dyer stepped aside, motioning her inside. He had to stop taking his frustration out on his people and he knew this, but the most recent defeat brought his simmering anger to a full boil.
After a couple moments of thought he shook his head, "We will do something. Fortis will not get away with this. You can count on that."
The wheels in his head turned. As hard as he tried he couldn't clear his head enough to think of a retaliation plan. One thought dominated his consciousness. He needed to kill something, someone. Once he had done that, maybe then he could decide on a plan of action.
"I'm going into the Game. When I come out we will retaliate," his tone clearly told the general not to argue.
Fortis groaned as finished reading the last of the reports on his tek-pad. The reports were good, but not great. He needed a break. Glancing at the 'Computer Cot' as Amicus had called the Game Controller, Fortis made up his mind. Fortis didn't condone the Game, because he believed it over-glorified wanton violence and Fortis had experienced the real thing, several times. However, the Game was the only way he could rest his mind and nerves. Fortis had tried books, hypnotherapy and meditation, but none of them had succeeded. In order to keep his mind, he had to embrace madness. Flipping a mental coin, Fortis chose the Medieval version of the Game. Just in case, he memorized the known locations of Resistance strongholds in the area he was going to scout. Sighing, Fortis entered the Game.
~~switching threads~~
Last Edit: Jan 12, 2014 23:40:46 GMT -7 by Dominari
Lilly stepped inside, watching Dyer closely, but didn't ask any questions. She nodded a little as he spoke, though she frowned. As much as she wanted to argue, she knew that it wouldn't be wise, it was obvious that he was upset.
"So, we retaliate after you leave the game." She walked to the map and looked it over quickly. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you planning to do in the Game?" She paused, then quickly added, "Sir."
Her eyes went quickly to the device, frowning just a little, she didn't speak though knowing silence was the best thing just then.
Dyer walked to the controller and ran his hand across the dome. He stayed silent for a few moments before answering Lilly's question, "I'm going to do what I do best."
He popped the dome open and pushed it up so that it created a ninety-degree angle with the cot. He placed his hand on the center, "Let's see how much pain I can cause."
The foam on the cot formed around his body as he lay down on it. He fit the headpiece tight over his head He felt electricity pulse through the wires pressing onto his head. The fingers that spread over his head tightened to fit snugly. It felt as though the suctions on the ends of the fingers were drawing the thoughts out of his head, intercepting his brainwaves. The dome closed over him. His eyes fluttered shut and the headpiece pulled him out of his body.
Lilly watched Dyer until he was in the game, then turned back to the map and looked it over once quickly. Revenge will be ours. Lilly turned and left the room shutting the door softly behind her.
As she entered her own room her eyes kept drifting to the cot. At first she forced them away to study the opposite wall or the rest of the room. Still her eyes went to it, sighing heavily Lilly walked over to it and pulled the dome open. She laid down and put the headpiece over her head. Her eyes shut as she was pulled into the Game.