Post by Masked on Sept 1, 2015 13:54:35 GMT -9
Welcome to PPR Art Online, the stupid thing I came up with when I couldn't fall asleep a few nights ago. It's a tale about a fake Masked who is loved by everyone and can do everything who meets a girl or something like that and love.
They pretend they're adults in the game, but I think she's two years older than him?
I-is this story legal....?
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-Prologue-
Hey. I'm a guy who locks himself in his room everyday after school and while not during school whilst also not getting fat. I also happen to look good, somehow. My mom said something about me going "oh god a protagonist" when I was getting born, but I never understood what she meant. Most people call me boring, and they seem to be decently smart. I just never give in to the hate. Enough autobiography, lemme lay down the backstory of this thing. PPR Art Online was the most hyped game of its day, being an ACTUALLY good VR game. People even bought it before it was released, somehow. Americans paid bottle caps for some of their games, so I guess it's not THAT weird. The creator of the Nerve Gear, TimeTo Rentlesgo, got his name changed to that from a something.
Anyways, he also made the Nerve Gear AND PAO. Funny, right? Wrong. He made the game a death trap, and locked the launch players into his torturous torture. I remember it as if it was yesterday..
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"Welcome, homies." The strange shield faced creature yelled from the sky. "Y'all bought this game fo some fun, right? Well it IS fun.. for me to watch y'all thots die like flies." He continued. Screams came from the crowd, mostly about why he called them hoes. "SHUT THE FUCK UP. Anyways, if you die in this game, ya die for real life. How, you may ask?" The creature shifted. "See, I slipped a little something into these head things have that somehow wasn't caught by the FCC. Probably because they got knocked the fuck out by my friend, Ludacris." Someone coughed in the crowd by this point, giving some players angst. "So don't die, y'hear? Also, you can kill each other in here and not have it be charged as murder. I'll be back maybe, unless I have a bullshit motive behind all this. Have fun beating one hundred floors." He floated away, leaving a memorial. The crowd panicked. "How can I play Fallout 5 now?!" "WHERE ARE MY SHIRO DOUJINS?!" "WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE SO MANY GODDAMN WEEBS." said one player, shortly before the first death in the game. I myself was panicked, but I had some girls to chat with.. so its okay. Also, we had to like.. look like what we looked like IRL, so everyone loved me. Even gays! Eww, I mean.. no.
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-Sort of in the future but not really the future-
"Music, no!" Masked screamed loudly in a microphone at the large lizard man, hoping to startle him. The chestnut haired girl stabbed the lizard through the right kidney, yelling a mighty "hyeeeeaaaaaahI'magirlfighter!". She sheathed her rapier back into its sheathe, sliding easily into the sheathe despite having lizard blood on the rapier get onto the sheathe. "How much damage did you take, Masked?" Asked the girl, drinking a small health potion to regain her stamina. "Barely any at all." Replied the dark clothed teen with his making-girls-buckle-their-knees haircut. "I'd say about five HP." He says, triumphantly."Wow Masked, you TRULY are one of the best swordsman in PAO." Music adds, stealing the lizard man's items. "Huh, this is weird." She says, dumbstruck. "What is it?" Masked asked as he limped over, showing signs of low health. "The item says 'lizard costume'.." She murmured. "What could that mean, Masked?" He sighed. "The only way to get that is to buy it from an NPC, so he has to be a player." Was his response. Music gasped. "D-did we..?" There was an awkward silence for a while as they drove back to the 20th floor.
"Who cares?" Masked snorts. "Let's go make out."
They pretend they're adults in the game, but I think she's two years older than him?
I-is this story legal....?
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-Prologue-
Hey. I'm a guy who locks himself in his room everyday after school and while not during school whilst also not getting fat. I also happen to look good, somehow. My mom said something about me going "oh god a protagonist" when I was getting born, but I never understood what she meant. Most people call me boring, and they seem to be decently smart. I just never give in to the hate. Enough autobiography, lemme lay down the backstory of this thing. PPR Art Online was the most hyped game of its day, being an ACTUALLY good VR game. People even bought it before it was released, somehow. Americans paid bottle caps for some of their games, so I guess it's not THAT weird. The creator of the Nerve Gear, TimeTo Rentlesgo, got his name changed to that from a something.
Anyways, he also made the Nerve Gear AND PAO. Funny, right? Wrong. He made the game a death trap, and locked the launch players into his torturous torture. I remember it as if it was yesterday..
____________________
"Welcome, homies." The strange shield faced creature yelled from the sky. "Y'all bought this game fo some fun, right? Well it IS fun.. for me to watch y'all thots die like flies." He continued. Screams came from the crowd, mostly about why he called them hoes. "SHUT THE FUCK UP. Anyways, if you die in this game, ya die for real life. How, you may ask?" The creature shifted. "See, I slipped a little something into these head things have that somehow wasn't caught by the FCC. Probably because they got knocked the fuck out by my friend, Ludacris." Someone coughed in the crowd by this point, giving some players angst. "So don't die, y'hear? Also, you can kill each other in here and not have it be charged as murder. I'll be back maybe, unless I have a bullshit motive behind all this. Have fun beating one hundred floors." He floated away, leaving a memorial. The crowd panicked. "How can I play Fallout 5 now?!" "WHERE ARE MY SHIRO DOUJINS?!" "WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE SO MANY GODDAMN WEEBS." said one player, shortly before the first death in the game. I myself was panicked, but I had some girls to chat with.. so its okay. Also, we had to like.. look like what we looked like IRL, so everyone loved me. Even gays! Eww, I mean.. no.
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-Sort of in the future but not really the future-
"Music, no!" Masked screamed loudly in a microphone at the large lizard man, hoping to startle him. The chestnut haired girl stabbed the lizard through the right kidney, yelling a mighty "hyeeeeaaaaaahI'magirlfighter!". She sheathed her rapier back into its sheathe, sliding easily into the sheathe despite having lizard blood on the rapier get onto the sheathe. "How much damage did you take, Masked?" Asked the girl, drinking a small health potion to regain her stamina. "Barely any at all." Replied the dark clothed teen with his making-girls-buckle-their-knees haircut. "I'd say about five HP." He says, triumphantly."Wow Masked, you TRULY are one of the best swordsman in PAO." Music adds, stealing the lizard man's items. "Huh, this is weird." She says, dumbstruck. "What is it?" Masked asked as he limped over, showing signs of low health. "The item says 'lizard costume'.." She murmured. "What could that mean, Masked?" He sighed. "The only way to get that is to buy it from an NPC, so he has to be a player." Was his response. Music gasped. "D-did we..?" There was an awkward silence for a while as they drove back to the 20th floor.
"Who cares?" Masked snorts. "Let's go make out."