Chapter 2: Scenario 1
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Welcome to scenario one of Let's Play A Game!
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He is laying on the ground when he opens his eyes. The lingering silence unsettles him. He pushes himself up then cautiously observes his surroundings. It is dark, he can see the stars and moon in the sky, the cool light they emit reflecting the road he is in. The road that is filled with debris and litter.
There are cars abandoned all around him in various state of destruction. One in particular caught his eyes. It is a normal sedan aside for the fact that it had been flattened completely, not unlike how they did it in the junkyard. But there's no junkyard from where he is observing.
He is on a highway, it seems. From a distance he can see buildings and houses with smoke billowing out of some of them. Abnormal domes of light glowing softly in the distance, most of which gives off lime green color, there are some which glow in red and blue respectively. Each of these domes seems to cover a range of two hundred meters to five hundred meters.
'Where on Earth am I... ? What are those sempheres? What did the voice say? Scenario one?' He thoughts, fear and confusion written on his face.
Literary!
He jolts and looks around carelessly. There's no one around him.
"Who's there?" He whispers, on high alert and eyes dashing around wildly trying to catch a glimpse of something, anything.
But only the unsettling silence greets him.
Cautiously, he approaches an unimpaired vehicle and trys its handles but no such luck. He moves on to the next vehicle, same result. Finally by his fifth try, the driver door clicks open.
Triumph settles in as he climbs into the vehicle and shuts the door behind him. A small semblance of comfort and security will do for now. He begins his search, rummaging through the glove box, follows by other storage compartments. Scrabbling though the junks this car owner collects, he finally struck gold with two items:
Obtained 1x snack bar
Obtained 1x half full water bottle
Those two notifications come into view suddenly before fading away. He stares at the remnace of the notification before pondering for a while and hesitantly says, "status."
A blue interface suddenly appears, hovering in front of him and on it are his details.
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Name: Character One
Level: 1
Hp: 10/10
Mana: 1
Strength: 9
Defense: 5
Speed: 15
Status: Anxious
Ability: none
Sponsor: none
Inventory: none
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His mouth fell open in shock. After some incredulous thoughts, he peeks a glance down at the two items in his hands. Well, let it be known that he is an avid reader of fantasy-system genre.
Feeling a little bit foolish, he hovers his items towards the screen and to his astonishment his hands along with the item really do dissapears into the blue interface. He lets go and quickly pulls his empty hands back.
On the inventory category, the number two appears.
"What the..." He incredulously whispers, feeling overwelmed and baffled. "A game...?" He remembers the voice had said something about playing a game. Does this means he is in a game right now? A game for the voice, reality for him?
"If I clear your game, I get to go home?" He asks aloud, hoping that the voice who he hears just now will answer. Surely enough, it did.
Yes
"Who are you?"
I am me
"Who is 'me'?"
Me is who I am
"You are not going to tell me who you are?"
Yes
"... How do I clear this game then?" He asks instead, seeing that the voice blatantly refuse to say who it is especially after it so rudely kidnapped him.
That depends on the readers
"What readers? Are they who you were talking to before?"
Yes
"Are there any readers out there now?" He asks cautiously.
No
He relaxes back into the seat, seemingly relieved by the answer. He thinks on his question before asking again.
"What do you mean when you say depends on the readers?"
It depends on the readers
"Yes, but who are 'the readers'?"
It is as I say. They are readers
"Readers of what??"
Readers of this world
"... this world... where am I?"
You are where you are
"Can you please stop being so cryptic and answer my questions straight?" He frustratedly asks, glaring at furiously at the innocent car wheel.
No
The voice replies emotionlessly. Groaning in frustration , he buries his face in his hands and then lay his head in his arms on the wheel. After a short moment, he peeks his resigned eyes out and asks,
"What do you mean when you say my fate is in their hands?"
It means whether you live or die, your life is at the hands of the commentor
"Yeah, but what does that entails?"
It means-
"Thank you! Finally."
-as of right now, think of them as your life support. If you manage to attract their interest, the commentors may send you weapons or healing items or anything that suits their whims to help or sabotage your survival
His eyes widen in shock. Countless of alarming thoughts appear in his head. Doesn't that means...
"I am... their source of entertainment?"
Yes
"#@$*"
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