I'm truely sorry for double posting, but I doubt this will get noticed if I just edit.
After some... *ahem*
persuasion Abe Guy forc- erm... convinced me to put him in the story. He also told me a bit of OWF during his days, and I plan to get into that in the next part.
Anyways, On with the story!
Chapter 2
“Welcome to the jungle”
Part 1
Adam opened his eyes. It all came back to him, the tube, the man behind the window, Alcar riding the dragon, the stranger, Ambi, the drop, the doctor. All of it. Adam instinctively got up, and went over to the desk with the computer on it. He turned it on and wondered whether or not it would be like his old one.
It was exactly the same as his old one. Everything, from the custom background, to his bookmarks, was on it. Except one thing was different. There was a new file, simply named “Chat.” He double clicked on it, and a chatroom opened up.
Well, you didn’t expect for some big surprising thing, did you? I mean, it was called “Chat.” Did you expect a game to open up or something like that?
Anyways, people were talking on it and whatnot, and so Adam thought it best to just close it out. He checked all the sites he usually checked, and then he looked in the minifridge.
T’was empty. He sighed, annoyed. He went outside of his room, closed the door and went to the elevator. He typed in floor 67, the mess hall. He zoomed down through the floor, and witnessed the same sights as before, but in reverse order. Finally it came to where he was the day before, and the elevator “shoomphed” down about dozen floors before stopping.
The mess hall was packed, even for its large size. People were running to and fro, carrying trays of food and drinks.
He headed over towards the other side of room to the line for food, avoiding Rexy's section of the food at all cost.
Someone shoved a tray of disgusting looking matter at him from behind the sneeze guard, some of it spilling on him.
“Here yu go” someone said in a raspy voice.
“Ugh, what is it?” Adam asked while trying to hold his breath in.
“’Ell if I know, jus’ eat it!” they said.
Adam looked for a table, and saw Rexy at a table and decided to give it a try.
The table was in a section of tables that seemed to have Yule decorations on it. He had no idea why.
He walked over to the table and said “Hey.”
“Hey, The Gate Keeper,” she said, not looking up from her food. Adam was just about to sit down when a bunch of high ranking members rushed him and sat down in pure “High School Jock” and “High School Cheerleader” form.
“Well fine then, I’ll sit over here,” he said as he moved to a different table, but the group moved straight to the table he was going to.
“Will you stop that!?” Adam yelled out.
“Honestly, it’s not like we try to do this. We see it as being one or two tables. You need to have an officer. And you only get appointed as an officer from Alcar,” Rexy said.
Adam went to a normal table, depressed, and slightly disturbed by the fact that the seat was sticky. He ate his gunk, which tasted somewhat of pig intestines and oranges, and then he set off to get drinks for his mini-fridge.
After looking at the map, making an error several times, and ending up right where he started, he found the… Well, it was like a FoodMax, to be honest. Adam left the store with enough sodas and energy drinks to feed a small army.
He went to his room, and put them in his mini-fridge. Surprisingly they all fit.
He decided he needed some action, some violence, something good. He checked his PDA and found something that sounded interesting: “Arena floor”
He went to the floor and was greeted by a secretary-looking person in a desk.
“Welcome to the Arena. Would you like to participate in a battle?” she said.
“Well... Um, sure,” Adam said, thinking he was a good fighter.
“What type of battle would you like to participate in?
A. Gladiatorial
B. WWII – and if so, Allied or Axis?
C. Futuristic Sci-Fi – and if so, Star Wars, Star Trek, or Aliens vs. Predator
D. Present Day brawl”
“I’ll take B, Allied,” he chose. In a second he was on the beach of Omaha, being shot at by a German MG. He quickly ran to a Czech hedgehog, a tank-stopper.
“We need to take out those MG’s! Used, Bullet Magnet, get up that beach and use your grenades! Al, Ambi, and Nate, I want cover fire for Used and BM right now!” Someone yelled out. It was amazing that Adam could even hear it, because of the explosions and gunshots.
“We can’t! Used got hit!” Adam looked to where the voice was coming from, and saw a man standing over who he assumed was Used. Used was lying on his back, his helmet on the ground next to him and a hole in his head.
A kid ran up next to him. “We’re getting killed out here!” the kid said, worryingly. He was 15-17ish, with short red hair, and a face that showed no seriousness what-so-ever. His dog tag said “Private Abe Guy.”
“What’s the objective?” Adam asked in confusion.
“Whadda ya mean?” Abe Guy asked.
“What are we trying to do?” Adam elaborated.
“Don’t get killed, get to the front of the beach!” he replied, right before he ran for the front of the beach.
Just then a deafening explosion rang through Adam’s ears. A body flew backwards, flipping as it went, and landed several feet behind him.
“$#!@” Adam yelled out.