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.
Dyer blinked open his eyes. His head was scrambled, like it usually was after being transferred into his virtual body. It took a couple of minutes for him to make out the ceiling over his head. Wood supports kept up the thatch roof above him. The thin mattress beneath him did little to pad him from the hard wooden frame of the cot he lay on.
He groaned as he rolled off the cot. Sometimes he wished he wasn't so immersed in the character when he entered the Games. It was helpful during fights, but it also meant he felt the soreness in his muscles after the fights.
His vision finally cleared and he looked around the room he was in. There were two sets of bunks in the small room and a chest between them. Dyer knew the chest was insurance incase somebody died out in the Game. They could store extra supplies in the chest where nobody else could reach it, then take it out when they lose their weapons and armor when they die. He had never needed to use it, but just in case he had a large cache hidden inside.
The other bunks were empty, so Dyer stood up and pushed through the door. Outside the door was a long hallway lined with other bunkrooms, each identical to the one he had exited. Down the hallway was a set of double-doors. He pushed them open and looked out on the streets of Belmill.
A couple of the NPCs glanced his direction, but none of the players paid him any attention. He had grown accustomed to figuring out which characters were NPCs and which were being controlled by real people. From underneath his large hood he watched their movements, finding the patterns that signified AI and the differences that showed players. The difficult part was knowing what the allegiances of the players were.
Each member of the Resistance had a secret line of code that Dyer himself had hacked into the Game. This code gave the characters a slight glow that could only be seen by other players with the same code. This made it easy to recognize other members of the Resistance. Dyer had also written in a self-destruct code that would eliminate this code if the Vlad somehow got a hold of it.
Seeing nobody suspicious, and no Resistance members, Dyer walked down the street, heading for the Fields of Fire and eventually Metroid, where he hoped to run into Vlad agents.
Lilly took a deep breath as she jerked awake in the small bedroom of some inn. Sitting up she forced herself to calm down and look around, pulling her bag out from under the bed and looking through it. Good, it's all still here. Standing, Lilly stretched, throwing her bag onto her shoulders and leaving.
As she stepped into the hall, Lilly looked around rotating her shoulders. She couldn't help remembering that she hadn't paid for the room, great, just great. Lilly walked to the window at the hall and forced it open, grinning she pulled her bag off and tossed it out. Then followed.
Lilly winced as her feet hit the ground, the impact jarring her knees and ankles. She still stood quickly, brushing herself off and putting her bag on her back again. Looking up and down the street before picking a direction and following it.
"It's going to be a long day." She muttered the words as she left the side road and took a step onto a larger one, watching the people before purposefully pushing through a crowd of them and hearing their objections to being pushed aside as she went passed. The smallest of smiles crossed her face as she slipped the handful of money into her pocket.
"Thank you, oh so very much. I'll buy myself something nice with your gift."
Last Edit: Jan 12, 2014 19:20:38 GMT -7 by Lillyfer
Dyer melted into the shadows, becoming invisible. Literally. He loved using his Shadow Stalker skill. As much as he hated the Government, he had to thank them for giving him his character. Being on the side of the creators of the Game had its perks. If only they weren't completely corrupt and tyrannical. And unforgiving.
Bitterness clouded his mind as he moved to the edge of town. The image of his best friend lying dead in his arms flashed in his mind. He forced it out. Focus your anger on the Vlad.
He left the streets of the city and started across the short stretch of grassland before the Fields of Fire.
Lilly stopped and looked around, a smile flashed across her face as she turned to walk down a different street. She couldn't help watching a few people as she walked by them, dully noting their clothes and their purses at their belt.
Don't do it, you've already stolen something already. No need to get yourself in trouble. She couldn't help watching other purses though, her fingers itching. Self.... Control. Get a grip on yourself, look away. She tightened a fist at her side and tore her eyes away to look straight ahead. Lilly took a deep breath and rounded another corner, colliding into one man. She stepped back before he reacted, glaring and stepping past him.
Lilly glanced back as the man rounded the corner, a grin crossed her face and she held up the dagger she had taken from the belt of the man she had run into.
"Lovely knife." She murmured, pulling it out of the sheath and examining the steel. "Lovely and well made. Pity he misplaced it." She laughed, pushing it into her own belt, hiding the extravagant hilt with her cloak before she walked on.
Before Dyer had made it halfway across the grass a daring thief rushed at him, yelling. It was probably some kid that wanted some quick money, but Dyer didn't care. He was out to kill, so kill he did.
When the thief got almost to him, dagger raised above his head Dyer whipped one of his duel swords out of its scabbard and thrust it up into the character's chest. After the body hit the ground he stripped it of weapons, adding a dagger and knife to his belt. The thief also had a pouch full of coins. He took this as well.
As he straightened up Dyer felt a presence coming up behind him at high speeds. He had gotten careless and hadn't checked if the thief had any companions. He mentally activated his Mist skill right as the blade of a short sword passed through the middle of his back. The feeling of seeing a weapon sticking out your chest but not experience pain was one he had never gotten used to.
He reached behind his back and grabbed the attacker by his or her shoulders. He thrust out his hips and pulled down, flipping the assailant over his shoulder. The man dressed in leather let out a cry as his back slammed on a rock. Dyer stabbed a poison-laced knife through the man's chest.
This thief also had a sack full of coins, but Dyer chose to leave the weapons for other looters. He had enough of his own.
After making sure he wasn't about to be attacked again he continued his journey to the Fields of Fire.
Lilly fell in with a group of people, her eyes shifted to where the dagger was, making sure it stayed hidden as she walked. There has to be more fun than this. The words entered her mind as her eyes went over the bleak empty faces around her. Shaking her head, she let the group move away and she looked out over the city.
"Boring. All of it is just boring." She scoffed, rotating her shoulders and looking toward the edge of town, "plenty of fun to be had out there." She glanced around, "hmm, this may be a good thing." She turned and walked toward the edge of town.
The sight of the town behind her was more welcoming than Lilly thought it would be and she slid a single knife from its sheath on her thigh. As she walked she examined the edge, running a thumb along it before even being partly satisfied with the edge. Looking around, she smiled starting to sing a quiet, sad song to herself. The dagger moved from hand to hand as she walked her eyes ahead until she glanced down at the blade.
Take care of it. The previous owner's words echoed through her head as the end of his life flashed across the back of her eyes. He had been the first man she had killed in game, and now... Well, she had a favorite knife now.
"That I will," she stopped in her song. "That I will."
Dyer stopped at the edge of the Fields of Fire. The dead, burnt grass was not welcoming, and neither were the dozens of hidden beasts he could sense just out of view, but that didn't cause him any hesitation. He stepped right out onto the ash-filled soil. His hands hovered by the hilt of his swords and his eyes were ever-watchful, but he kept an even pace across the land.
Spots of fire burned brightly on the bleak horizon, but aside from that there was no sign of danger. Strange for the monster-infested lands. Dyer didn't think about it to much, quickly deciding some group of quest-hunters had recently gone through and cleared it out. This didn't bother him, he was focused on getting to Metroid. Maybe some top Vlad officials would be in the Game and he could kill them. They would just respawn later, but he could get some supplies for his recruits and, if was extremely lucky, some plans. That aside, he could feel like he was getting some revenge for the strikes they had caused.
While he was there he could plan an attack on the city as well. It was the last major location that the Vlad had control of in the medieval portion of the Game. The attack would have to be small, to avoid getting civilians caught up in it, though he was sure they would happily join in on either side. Aside from himself and Lilly he wasn't sure who he would bring along. Nobody was near their level in stealth or skill. They needed new recruits. Bad. Maybe I should stop killing those brave enough to attack me. Maybe I should recruit them, the though passed quickly through his mind, then he discarded it. They were stupid, not brave.
Dyer shook his head and focused on the horizon ahead of him.
Lilly slid the knife back into the sheath quickly as she nearly dropped it. She shook her head at herself and smiled, starting to sing again trying to make the journey seem faster. So far it hasn't been anymore fun but well, it is at least headed toward more fun than a city could be. She paused in the process of her thoughts, more fun than that one is at least.
Letting her thoughts grow silent Lilly walked onward, looking around as she did, realizing she had shut the world out. "Let's not do that again..." She said the words aloud, making sure her own head wasn't the thing to get her killed.
Fortis sat straight up and found himself in a room with bunks and a chest. Blinking hard, he remembered that he was in the Game. After triple checking that all his weapons were in place and putting a cloak over his stormy grey, battle scarred armor, he left the building.
As Fortis meandered around, he studied the faces of those in the crowd. Suddenly, as Fortis turned his head to look behind him, he noticed two faces with a look he recognized. Fortis knew they weren't Resistance, but they were troublemakers just the same.
He decided that a lesson was in order. Fortis started jogging, he heard them start after him. The faster he ran, the faster they ran. From their actions, he figured that they were experienced thieves, capable of defeating all but the toughest. And Fortis was the toughest.
Abruptly Fortis turned the corner, and they followed. The shorter and uglier one of the two charged with two daggers in hand. Fortis sidestepped and stabbed the thief in the back with a hunting knife. The tall one was more careful, but it didn't save him. Fortis disarmed the man and punched him in the stomach, forcing the thief to double over. Fortis got behind the man and with a sleeper hold, knocked him out.
Fortis loved to knock out unruly players in the Game. Knocking out a character leaves the player unconscious for a while in the real world and Game world. Everything is black.
After taking the thieves weapons, but leaving the small fortune behind, Fortis continued his journey to nowhere. He was headed towards the Fields of Fire.
Dyer veered around a flaming bush. On the other side he was tackled to the ground by a large form. Weight crushed down on him as a cloth was placed over his head. He tried to reach for a blade, but found his arms pinned by two other assailants. After a few moments he gave up his struggle. He could feel a figure on his chest and one on each arm. He heard a fourth walking around him.
"People should no better than to walk through the Fields of Fire unprepared," the young voice moved around him, following the footsteps of the fourth attacker.
"He's got money. Quite a bit of it too," the man on his chest said, grabbing the coin purses he had taken from the thieves.
"A rich fella like you especially," the fourth attacker said.
Dyer closed his eyes, letting his other senses take over. He weighed the man on his chest, not a small guy. He listened to the footsteps of the fourth attacker, weighing him too. Smaller. He felt the hands keeping his arms pinned down. Rough, clearly accustomed to hard work. This would not be an easy one to get out of.
Fortis strode through the burning plains with purpose. He had decided to check out some Resistance hot spots in the Vlad city of Metroid. Fortis knew from experience that the Fields of Fire are filled with great peril. There were many bloodthirsty monsters, who took the form of both men and beast.
Fortis heard commotion ahead of him. Probably bandits robbing some unfortunate victim. He sighed. Why do the bad guys always run amuck when he was on a mission? Quickly, Fortis threw off his cloak, checked his weapons and armor and prepared for a fight.
He carefully stepped around some tall flaming grass and perceived five men 15 feet away. One was lying on the ground with a cloth over his face. Obviously the victim. Two bandits each pinned an arm, while a beast of man held the victim down A fourth bandit was circling the group and talking.
"Good day," commented Fortis.
"What?,” angrily exclaimed the surprised fourth bandit. He rapidly spun around and drew his sword.
"I said, 'good day,'" Fortis coolly replied.
"Leave now if you want a good day. Unless you want to be next," the man threateningly spat. He stepped forward and waved his weapon.
"I suggest you to be the one to leave." Fortis drew his longsword and settled into a combat position.
Dyer listened to Fortis approaching the bandits. He smiled at the bandits' responses. The man on his chest placed one foot on the ground, taking some of his wait off of Dyer's chest. The man holding his right arm loosened his grip.
Dyer couldn't tell who Fortis was, but he figured they could get along. Maybe he could recruit the man.
The moment came when Fortis drew his sword. All three men holding him reacted, going defensive and taking their focus of Dyer. He pulled his right hand out of the man's grip and brought it into the man's jaw, knocking him backward. He brought his feet up and wrapped them around the head of the man on top of him. He pulled down, forcing the man to roll backward off of him.
He quickly grabbed a dagger off his belt and rolled onto his side, forcing it into the third bandit's skull. Coming to his feet he faced the two bandits he had put on the ground, not looking at Fortis.
The bandit made the fateful mistake of charging Fortis. Fortis counter-charged and after a only a couple blows, Fortis drove the sword home, straight into the man's chest. As he pulled the sword out, Fortis checked his surrounding for more enemies. He noticed the non-victim had defeated the other three bandits including the big one. So, the man wasn't such an inept fighter, just a good fighter who had been blindsided.
Fortis cleaned the blade on the bandit's tunic.
"That was easy," he remarked.
Last Edit: Jan 13, 2014 23:12:03 GMT -7 by Dominari
In the second he took his eyes off of the two bandits he had on the ground they got brave. Both of them simultaneously sprang to the feet and tackled him to the ground. Pain sprang up his back as he hit the ground. Heat flared up the back of his head as it touched the flames behind him. He cried out.
The two bandits must have thought he was incapacitated because they left him and rushed Fortis. Dyer drew a knife laced with poison and caught one of the two bandits in the calf. Before the man reached Fortis he froze in place. Before Fortis noticed the paralytic effect Dyer put another knife in the man's back, and the bandit fell to the ground. The last bandit, the large one that had been on Dyer's chest, continued rushing at Fortis.
Fortis did not expect the rush, he didn't have time to draw his longsword. Instead, at pointblank range, Fortis swung up his crossbow and shot the man between the eyes. The big man stopped with a surprised look on his face, and fell forward. Fortis sidestepped in order to avoid the falling bandit. Keeping a observent eye out, Fortis loaded his crossbow and slide it into place on his back.
"That was interesting," Fortis muttered. "I didn't think that they had it in them."
Last Edit: Jan 13, 2014 23:47:46 GMT -7 by Dominari