Fanfic - .hack//ACID
Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 7:06 pm
I think it might be worth posting finally...
I'll preface this by saying the reason I'm not using fanfiction.net is because they apparently don't want anything in a chat/script format, and this changes between normal storytelling and chat as I feel is necessary to avoid unnecessary repetition ("* said" and it's 80,000 or whatever variants) and unnecessary detail. Think of this as a rough draft for now, since I don't know how detailed I should be, or what to include yet.
(this text is censored for now because the main character wouldn't know good manners if they took a bat to her face)
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Log 00: Whim
Dual swords blocked...
Centipede thrown aside...
Shouxiao destroyed...
Now Haseo faced down one of The World's greatest horrors, fully ignorant of what he's really up against.
Data Drain: The power to alter the data of nearly anything in The World. Its most common effect? Resetting a PC to new game stats, or in a monster's case, Lv. 1 with no power to speak of.
Like a deer seeing headlights, Haseo was paralyzed by fear. He realized he can't win, and he may be about to suffer Shino's fate.
<?????> - Are you joking? You're just going to sit there and die?
<Haseo> - !? Who is that?
<?????> - Isn't it obvious what you should be doing!?
<Haseo> - But I-
<?????> - Draw the one weapon you haven't tried yet and cut out his damn throat!
<Haseo> - But-
<?????> - He murdered Shino, didn't he?! KILL THAT SON OF A B***H!
Enraged and going fully on instinct, Haseo leapt over the Data Drain, clear over Azure Kite, and drew the Honeysuckle twin blades instead of his Gai Gus. These were the blades Shino gave him, and through these blades, he would put an end to this fight once and for all. Locked in place, Azure Kite couldn't avoid Haseo as he ran up from behind and surrounded "Tri-Edge's" neck, prepared to cleave his head off, the memory of Shino's death giving him strength through sheer hate.
However, as the blades touched the zombified flesh of the Azure Flame, Haseo stopped completely. The blood drained from his face. His mind became bare of thought, his blades falling to the ground. His expression... pure horror.
He had failed again, and in the worst possible way.
Haseo bared witness to the fall of Ovan.
The barrel that surrounded Ovan's left arm exploded, a strange black cloud surrounding it disappeared, and an uncorrupt PC fell to its knees. Ovan's face was like looking into a mirror for Haseo until the now former Rebirth uttered what may have been his last words:
"We... have failed...!"
The PC exploded. The pursuer had vanished on his own, his mission accomplished, leaving Haseo, or rather, Ryou Misaki, well and truly alone.
The sky turned... a different kind of twilight...
.hack//ACID
By Master ZED
A revisionist fanfic of .hack//G.U., itself based on a series of events that take place in an MMORPG, The World R:2.
All characters from the G.U. story are not mine, but the real life identity of -COOH, and any new characters introduced, are my work.
Log 01: Out of character
Mac Anu: Dome
<-COOH> - ....
<Mile> - Honestly...
<Heavenly Flower> - I'm sorry!
<-COOH> - Yeah yeah....
<Mile> - At least we survived... for once.
Heavenly Flower had fallen victim to her narcolepsy in battle again. The Steam Gunner had a bad habit of nodding off for no stated reason, putting Mile and -COOH in peril more often than not. The pair had grown used to fighting as a duo as a result, but the trouble caused was becoming an issue. It was the main reason they had fled back to the city yet again. Mile, once again, had started to consider kicking her out of the group; it's not like she didn't try, but real life issues apparently made it impossible to avoid falling asleep.
Well, that's what two of the three assumed anyway.
At this point, the team decided to call it a night. As much as Mile and -COOH wanted to ditch Heavenly Flower, they were the first people to put up with her in quite a few attempts on her part to find other players to team with. Who knows if she'd ever find anyone else if they ditched her. As Mile logged out, -COOH decided to go pester the bridge cat to take her mind off things.
Mac Anu: Bridge
The one thing about the Eternal City of Mac Anu that seemed truly eternal was the infamous bridge. In the original version of The World, this bridge had served as the link between the two major areas of the city, and it served the same here in the old town. Whereas the new town was an industrial complex fitting of the steampunk era of The World (and inaccessible to players), old town still resembled a Venice-like town, canals carving paths through the city's stone architecture.
The bridge now served as the physical crossing point between the Central and Harbor districts, technically speaking, but in (virtual) reality, it was separated enough from both to serve as an attraction all its own. Players never really came here to cross between the districts (structures called Warp Points could handle that with near-instant transfers), but to interact with other players just as they did in the original game. One of those players had become a fixture, floating above the middle of the eastern rail looking over the water every day. That player used a short cat PC named Phyllo, a Harvest Cleric, though his days of adventuring had apparently long past. He now chats with anyone who comes by who cares to engage him, like a disrespectful girl in blue magician's clothes, long big sleeves for a robe cut short at the thighs, revealing legs in darker blue tights (since the game, for whatever reason, used more revealing clothing for female PC's than in R:1), who had just finished adventuring with someone who appeared to be hooked on Ny-Quil, for instance.
<-COOH> - Yo neko, whadup?
<Phyllo> - Oh, you again?
<-COOH> - Eh, I'm bored. I don't want to leave, but Mile's bored and that flower chick would nod off in the front row of a rock concert.
<Phyllo> - Heh, you certainly have a way with words.
<-COOH> - ....
-COOH stared at him for a moment as if Phyllo had said something unexpected.
<Phyllo> - Eh? What's wrong?
<-COOH> - ...I got the strangest feeling just now.
<Phyllo> - Oh?
<-COOH> - It feels like... something's changed. Like we lost someone.
<Phyllo> - We?
<-COOH> - Like it has more to do with you than me. You ever get something like that?
<Phyllo> - No, I'm afraid I don't have the gift of women's intuition. I'm an old man, after all.
<-COOH> - I don't know if I'd call it that... holy crap, the Terror of Death!?
<Phyllo> - Haseo?
Haseo was walking up the bridge with a look of shock on his face. He stopped next to -COOH and looked out over the water, eyes wide, his mouth a blank.
<Phyllo> - ...Haseo...?
<Haseo> - He's gone.
<Phyllo> - Who's gone?
<Haseo> - I went to slit Tri-Edge's throat... but that cost him his life....
At this point, -COOH backed out and stood at the opposite rail. This had nothing to do with her, it was creepy, and it seemed quite personal. In silent agreement, Phyllo switched over to private chat to keep other players from hearing Haseo.
<Phyllo> - ...who was killed?
<Haseo> - I... I froze... because when he went to hit me, he hit... he...!
<Phyllo> - Calm down Haseo! You're making no sense! Just tell me-
<Haseo> - He killed Ovan!
Phyllo, shocked, could do next to nothing for Haseo as he broke down into tears, crying into the rail. First his love, now his mentor, both slain at the hands of Tri-Edge. The difference this time...
<Haseo> - Tri-Edge was about to kill me, and I heard a voice telling me not to give up, to kill the bastard, and when I dodged his attack and went for his throat, I saw Ovan get hit... he said we failed....
<Phyllo> - Who did?
<Haseo> - Ovan... he said we failed... we were the only ones who could bring Shino back, and we failed... I failed because I didn't kill him in time!
After several minutes, Haseo finally regained some form of composure, and told the story of his encounter with Tri-Edge from the beginning. The ending, however...
<Phyllo> - You... became something else?
<Haseo> - Yeah... some kind of monster. Tri-Edge was already gone, and I just went berserk and tore up the cathedral. It was in ruins when I left.
<Phyllo> - Hmm...
<Haseo> - It felt like, like it was a part of me.
<Phyllo> - An inner demon, perhaps?
<Haseo> - Yeah... maybe that's what spoke to me.
<Phyllo> - When you say you left Hulle Granz in ruins, did you mean that literally, or-
<Haseo> - I destroyed the church. Go see for yourself if you want.
<Phyllo> - ...no normal character could destroy an area like that, much less a lost ground.
<Haseo> - That's why it's so bizarre! Where could something like that have come from!? Why would it be in my player character!?
<Yata> - I can answer that.
<Phyllo> - Yata?
<Haseo> - Yata? Who's that?
<Yata> - Let's just say I'm an old friend of Phyllo's, and that I happened to see what went on at Hulle Granz earlier.
Haseo was taken aback. This Macabre Dancer just walked up without explanation acting like he had all the answers, claiming to have witnessed everything, but in Haseo's emotionally drained state, he wasn't about to put up a fight.
<Yata> - Here.
:Yata hands Haseo a Raven guild key.
<Yata> - Use this at the Mac Anu @HOME entrance as soon as you feel able.
With these words, Yata walked off.
<Haseo> - ....
<Phyllo> - If anyone has an answer for you, it will be him, Haseo.
<Haseo> - So you think I should go?
<Phyllo> - After you've had some rest. Give it a day or two.
<Haseo> - But-
<Phyllo> - Don't be so hasty! The last thing you want is for that monster that came out of you to start attacking other players! What if it turns out to be as bad as Tri-Edge!?
<Haseo> - ...then I could-
<Phyllo> - Lose control and make a lot more people as miserable as you are right now! Yes, maybe you could use that monster, who knows, but as you are right now, all it's good for is indiscriminate devastation!
<Haseo> - ....
For once, Haseo conceded.
<Haseo> - You're right.
<Phyllo> - ...hmph.
<Haseo> - ?
<Phyllo> - You haven't listened to a word I've said in months.
<Haseo> - And look what that got me....
<Phyllo> - Who knows if your deaf ears were the only reason. It may have been unavoidable.
<Haseo> - What are you saying?
<Phyllo> - That you're far too tired to think about this right now. You've had enough for awhile, Haseo.
<Haseo> - ...so I probably shouldn't log in for awhile.
<Phyllo> - I know you want more than anything to save them, and you want to do it quickly, but nothing good will come of it if you try anything right now.
<Haseo> - I can still come here, right?
<Phyllo> - ...Nothing dangerous about talking to an old man, is there? The worst I can do is talk your ear off.
<Haseo> - Thanks Phyllo. I'll catch ya later.
Haseo logged off. Phyllo couldn't help but think of how Haseo's personality had shifted significantly, but it was likely due to the shock of today's events. He'll likely be back to being a murderous moron soon enough. Even so, maybe if it sticks, this change will be for th-
<-COOH> - I've nev-
<Phyllo> - Ahhh!
<-COOH> - Ahhh, what the hell!?
<Phyllo> - Oh, I'm sorry. I got lost in thought and forgot you were still here.
<-COOH> - I'm still bored, and now you have my heart racing!
<Phyllo> - I apologize.
<-COOH> - Wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for this damn cardiophobia.
<Phyllo> - Well, you could have worse ailments, I suppose.
<-COOH> - That's what they all say. "Ooh, Veronica, at least you don't have cancer! Oh god, get over it, as least it's not gonna be a heart attack! My uncle had one last week and nyeh Nyeh NYEH!" SHUT! UP! DAMMIT! Your fatass uncle can go straight to Hell! I'm about to remove all the skin off my sternum and you're
(edited for sexual content)
Veronica slammed her head into the rail as Phyllo, once again, had to get over her potty mouth. It wasn't the first time she's said things like this, and they were all related to her fear and hatred of the heart. It was understandable to a point, considering she was born American, but still.
<Phyllo> - Veronica, haven't we been over your cursing before?
<-COOH> - I'm sorry Phyllo. Stupid heart makes me go crazy sometimes, you know that.
Peering out over the water but still with her chin over the rail and her left arm in front of it, Veronica went silent for a moment. As much as she wanted to ask about what he and Haseo had been talking about (and why they didn't switch to private chat), she figured she had heard enough when the Terror of Death of all people started crying about that weirdo guy with the huge left arm being PK'ed. Maybe he thought the guy had become one of those "Lost Ones" she had heard about, the people that supposedly fall into comas while playing The World? Must've been. To her, a simple PK couldn't have been that bad for someone that kills other murderers indiscriminately. By now, though, she was finally tired.
<-COOH> - I'm gonna log out. Sorry about you having to put up with me after that... fiasco... whatever that was.
<Phyllo> - It's quite alright.
<-COOH> - That feeling I had earlier... it wasn't Haseo.
<Phyllo> - ?
<-COOH> - You knew Ovan too, didn't you?
<Phyllo> - Yes.
<-COOH> - I see. I guess I'll be going now.
<Phyllo> - I'll be here if you can't sleep.
<-COOH> - Sometimes I wish I were a narcoleptic too. :)
With that, -COOH logged off for the night. Another round of The World with the trader, little miss Ny-Quil addict, and a weird bawling Terror of Death. That last part was just strange to Veronica, but she just didn't care to find out more. She had heard enough.
Phyllo, on the other hand, became utterly confused as to how she knew about Ovan. Surely her intuition wasn't that good...?
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There are five more logs after this already written, but I want to see what kind of reaction this provokes first. If it's just *BAD* or there's no response whatsoever (meaning no interest), I'll just release the whole thing when I'm finished rather than waste time posting single chapters, since then I have to read through it and make the appropriate edits to ensure the mods don't kick my ass. I wouldn't use such language if it weren't necessary to character development.
Apologies about the spacing issues, but with eliminated extra spaces and a variable width font I can't change, those problems are unavoidable in the context of a forum post here.
I'll preface this by saying the reason I'm not using fanfiction.net is because they apparently don't want anything in a chat/script format, and this changes between normal storytelling and chat as I feel is necessary to avoid unnecessary repetition ("* said" and it's 80,000 or whatever variants) and unnecessary detail. Think of this as a rough draft for now, since I don't know how detailed I should be, or what to include yet.
(this text is censored for now because the main character wouldn't know good manners if they took a bat to her face)
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Log 00: Whim
Dual swords blocked...
Centipede thrown aside...
Shouxiao destroyed...
Now Haseo faced down one of The World's greatest horrors, fully ignorant of what he's really up against.
Data Drain: The power to alter the data of nearly anything in The World. Its most common effect? Resetting a PC to new game stats, or in a monster's case, Lv. 1 with no power to speak of.
Like a deer seeing headlights, Haseo was paralyzed by fear. He realized he can't win, and he may be about to suffer Shino's fate.
<?????> - Are you joking? You're just going to sit there and die?
<Haseo> - !? Who is that?
<?????> - Isn't it obvious what you should be doing!?
<Haseo> - But I-
<?????> - Draw the one weapon you haven't tried yet and cut out his damn throat!
<Haseo> - But-
<?????> - He murdered Shino, didn't he?! KILL THAT SON OF A B***H!
Enraged and going fully on instinct, Haseo leapt over the Data Drain, clear over Azure Kite, and drew the Honeysuckle twin blades instead of his Gai Gus. These were the blades Shino gave him, and through these blades, he would put an end to this fight once and for all. Locked in place, Azure Kite couldn't avoid Haseo as he ran up from behind and surrounded "Tri-Edge's" neck, prepared to cleave his head off, the memory of Shino's death giving him strength through sheer hate.
However, as the blades touched the zombified flesh of the Azure Flame, Haseo stopped completely. The blood drained from his face. His mind became bare of thought, his blades falling to the ground. His expression... pure horror.
He had failed again, and in the worst possible way.
Haseo bared witness to the fall of Ovan.
The barrel that surrounded Ovan's left arm exploded, a strange black cloud surrounding it disappeared, and an uncorrupt PC fell to its knees. Ovan's face was like looking into a mirror for Haseo until the now former Rebirth uttered what may have been his last words:
"We... have failed...!"
The PC exploded. The pursuer had vanished on his own, his mission accomplished, leaving Haseo, or rather, Ryou Misaki, well and truly alone.
The sky turned... a different kind of twilight...
.hack//ACID
By Master ZED
A revisionist fanfic of .hack//G.U., itself based on a series of events that take place in an MMORPG, The World R:2.
All characters from the G.U. story are not mine, but the real life identity of -COOH, and any new characters introduced, are my work.
Log 01: Out of character
Mac Anu: Dome
<-COOH> - ....
<Mile> - Honestly...
<Heavenly Flower> - I'm sorry!
<-COOH> - Yeah yeah....
<Mile> - At least we survived... for once.
Heavenly Flower had fallen victim to her narcolepsy in battle again. The Steam Gunner had a bad habit of nodding off for no stated reason, putting Mile and -COOH in peril more often than not. The pair had grown used to fighting as a duo as a result, but the trouble caused was becoming an issue. It was the main reason they had fled back to the city yet again. Mile, once again, had started to consider kicking her out of the group; it's not like she didn't try, but real life issues apparently made it impossible to avoid falling asleep.
Well, that's what two of the three assumed anyway.
At this point, the team decided to call it a night. As much as Mile and -COOH wanted to ditch Heavenly Flower, they were the first people to put up with her in quite a few attempts on her part to find other players to team with. Who knows if she'd ever find anyone else if they ditched her. As Mile logged out, -COOH decided to go pester the bridge cat to take her mind off things.
Mac Anu: Bridge
The one thing about the Eternal City of Mac Anu that seemed truly eternal was the infamous bridge. In the original version of The World, this bridge had served as the link between the two major areas of the city, and it served the same here in the old town. Whereas the new town was an industrial complex fitting of the steampunk era of The World (and inaccessible to players), old town still resembled a Venice-like town, canals carving paths through the city's stone architecture.
The bridge now served as the physical crossing point between the Central and Harbor districts, technically speaking, but in (virtual) reality, it was separated enough from both to serve as an attraction all its own. Players never really came here to cross between the districts (structures called Warp Points could handle that with near-instant transfers), but to interact with other players just as they did in the original game. One of those players had become a fixture, floating above the middle of the eastern rail looking over the water every day. That player used a short cat PC named Phyllo, a Harvest Cleric, though his days of adventuring had apparently long past. He now chats with anyone who comes by who cares to engage him, like a disrespectful girl in blue magician's clothes, long big sleeves for a robe cut short at the thighs, revealing legs in darker blue tights (since the game, for whatever reason, used more revealing clothing for female PC's than in R:1), who had just finished adventuring with someone who appeared to be hooked on Ny-Quil, for instance.
<-COOH> - Yo neko, whadup?
<Phyllo> - Oh, you again?
<-COOH> - Eh, I'm bored. I don't want to leave, but Mile's bored and that flower chick would nod off in the front row of a rock concert.
<Phyllo> - Heh, you certainly have a way with words.
<-COOH> - ....
-COOH stared at him for a moment as if Phyllo had said something unexpected.
<Phyllo> - Eh? What's wrong?
<-COOH> - ...I got the strangest feeling just now.
<Phyllo> - Oh?
<-COOH> - It feels like... something's changed. Like we lost someone.
<Phyllo> - We?
<-COOH> - Like it has more to do with you than me. You ever get something like that?
<Phyllo> - No, I'm afraid I don't have the gift of women's intuition. I'm an old man, after all.
<-COOH> - I don't know if I'd call it that... holy crap, the Terror of Death!?
<Phyllo> - Haseo?
Haseo was walking up the bridge with a look of shock on his face. He stopped next to -COOH and looked out over the water, eyes wide, his mouth a blank.
<Phyllo> - ...Haseo...?
<Haseo> - He's gone.
<Phyllo> - Who's gone?
<Haseo> - I went to slit Tri-Edge's throat... but that cost him his life....
At this point, -COOH backed out and stood at the opposite rail. This had nothing to do with her, it was creepy, and it seemed quite personal. In silent agreement, Phyllo switched over to private chat to keep other players from hearing Haseo.
<Phyllo> - ...who was killed?
<Haseo> - I... I froze... because when he went to hit me, he hit... he...!
<Phyllo> - Calm down Haseo! You're making no sense! Just tell me-
<Haseo> - He killed Ovan!
Phyllo, shocked, could do next to nothing for Haseo as he broke down into tears, crying into the rail. First his love, now his mentor, both slain at the hands of Tri-Edge. The difference this time...
<Haseo> - Tri-Edge was about to kill me, and I heard a voice telling me not to give up, to kill the bastard, and when I dodged his attack and went for his throat, I saw Ovan get hit... he said we failed....
<Phyllo> - Who did?
<Haseo> - Ovan... he said we failed... we were the only ones who could bring Shino back, and we failed... I failed because I didn't kill him in time!
After several minutes, Haseo finally regained some form of composure, and told the story of his encounter with Tri-Edge from the beginning. The ending, however...
<Phyllo> - You... became something else?
<Haseo> - Yeah... some kind of monster. Tri-Edge was already gone, and I just went berserk and tore up the cathedral. It was in ruins when I left.
<Phyllo> - Hmm...
<Haseo> - It felt like, like it was a part of me.
<Phyllo> - An inner demon, perhaps?
<Haseo> - Yeah... maybe that's what spoke to me.
<Phyllo> - When you say you left Hulle Granz in ruins, did you mean that literally, or-
<Haseo> - I destroyed the church. Go see for yourself if you want.
<Phyllo> - ...no normal character could destroy an area like that, much less a lost ground.
<Haseo> - That's why it's so bizarre! Where could something like that have come from!? Why would it be in my player character!?
<Yata> - I can answer that.
<Phyllo> - Yata?
<Haseo> - Yata? Who's that?
<Yata> - Let's just say I'm an old friend of Phyllo's, and that I happened to see what went on at Hulle Granz earlier.
Haseo was taken aback. This Macabre Dancer just walked up without explanation acting like he had all the answers, claiming to have witnessed everything, but in Haseo's emotionally drained state, he wasn't about to put up a fight.
<Yata> - Here.
:Yata hands Haseo a Raven guild key.
<Yata> - Use this at the Mac Anu @HOME entrance as soon as you feel able.
With these words, Yata walked off.
<Haseo> - ....
<Phyllo> - If anyone has an answer for you, it will be him, Haseo.
<Haseo> - So you think I should go?
<Phyllo> - After you've had some rest. Give it a day or two.
<Haseo> - But-
<Phyllo> - Don't be so hasty! The last thing you want is for that monster that came out of you to start attacking other players! What if it turns out to be as bad as Tri-Edge!?
<Haseo> - ...then I could-
<Phyllo> - Lose control and make a lot more people as miserable as you are right now! Yes, maybe you could use that monster, who knows, but as you are right now, all it's good for is indiscriminate devastation!
<Haseo> - ....
For once, Haseo conceded.
<Haseo> - You're right.
<Phyllo> - ...hmph.
<Haseo> - ?
<Phyllo> - You haven't listened to a word I've said in months.
<Haseo> - And look what that got me....
<Phyllo> - Who knows if your deaf ears were the only reason. It may have been unavoidable.
<Haseo> - What are you saying?
<Phyllo> - That you're far too tired to think about this right now. You've had enough for awhile, Haseo.
<Haseo> - ...so I probably shouldn't log in for awhile.
<Phyllo> - I know you want more than anything to save them, and you want to do it quickly, but nothing good will come of it if you try anything right now.
<Haseo> - I can still come here, right?
<Phyllo> - ...Nothing dangerous about talking to an old man, is there? The worst I can do is talk your ear off.
<Haseo> - Thanks Phyllo. I'll catch ya later.
Haseo logged off. Phyllo couldn't help but think of how Haseo's personality had shifted significantly, but it was likely due to the shock of today's events. He'll likely be back to being a murderous moron soon enough. Even so, maybe if it sticks, this change will be for th-
<-COOH> - I've nev-
<Phyllo> - Ahhh!
<-COOH> - Ahhh, what the hell!?
<Phyllo> - Oh, I'm sorry. I got lost in thought and forgot you were still here.
<-COOH> - I'm still bored, and now you have my heart racing!
<Phyllo> - I apologize.
<-COOH> - Wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for this damn cardiophobia.
<Phyllo> - Well, you could have worse ailments, I suppose.
<-COOH> - That's what they all say. "Ooh, Veronica, at least you don't have cancer! Oh god, get over it, as least it's not gonna be a heart attack! My uncle had one last week and nyeh Nyeh NYEH!" SHUT! UP! DAMMIT! Your fatass uncle can go straight to Hell! I'm about to remove all the skin off my sternum and you're
(edited for sexual content)
Veronica slammed her head into the rail as Phyllo, once again, had to get over her potty mouth. It wasn't the first time she's said things like this, and they were all related to her fear and hatred of the heart. It was understandable to a point, considering she was born American, but still.
<Phyllo> - Veronica, haven't we been over your cursing before?
<-COOH> - I'm sorry Phyllo. Stupid heart makes me go crazy sometimes, you know that.
Peering out over the water but still with her chin over the rail and her left arm in front of it, Veronica went silent for a moment. As much as she wanted to ask about what he and Haseo had been talking about (and why they didn't switch to private chat), she figured she had heard enough when the Terror of Death of all people started crying about that weirdo guy with the huge left arm being PK'ed. Maybe he thought the guy had become one of those "Lost Ones" she had heard about, the people that supposedly fall into comas while playing The World? Must've been. To her, a simple PK couldn't have been that bad for someone that kills other murderers indiscriminately. By now, though, she was finally tired.
<-COOH> - I'm gonna log out. Sorry about you having to put up with me after that... fiasco... whatever that was.
<Phyllo> - It's quite alright.
<-COOH> - That feeling I had earlier... it wasn't Haseo.
<Phyllo> - ?
<-COOH> - You knew Ovan too, didn't you?
<Phyllo> - Yes.
<-COOH> - I see. I guess I'll be going now.
<Phyllo> - I'll be here if you can't sleep.
<-COOH> - Sometimes I wish I were a narcoleptic too. :)
With that, -COOH logged off for the night. Another round of The World with the trader, little miss Ny-Quil addict, and a weird bawling Terror of Death. That last part was just strange to Veronica, but she just didn't care to find out more. She had heard enough.
Phyllo, on the other hand, became utterly confused as to how she knew about Ovan. Surely her intuition wasn't that good...?
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There are five more logs after this already written, but I want to see what kind of reaction this provokes first. If it's just *BAD* or there's no response whatsoever (meaning no interest), I'll just release the whole thing when I'm finished rather than waste time posting single chapters, since then I have to read through it and make the appropriate edits to ensure the mods don't kick my ass. I wouldn't use such language if it weren't necessary to character development.
Apologies about the spacing issues, but with eliminated extra spaces and a variable width font I can't change, those problems are unavoidable in the context of a forum post here.