How can words paint him? for he is truly exceptional.
At eighteen years old, he towers 6-3 inches tall, with broad shoulders and a mass of thin brown straw-like hair that has scant contact with water. His darkly tanned face is covered in scars and scrapes
Despite his haggard countenance, a golden glint still twinkles in his eyes. There in lays a yearning. A starving hunger for life.An unquenched thirst for an experience out of the mundane
When a smile sneaks to his lips, it unveils rows of neatly arranged pearly white teeth. how they manage to stay so without a toothbrush is a marvel
He should have been handsome!....actually if you looked past his clothes, he was!.
Baptized as John Bismal, the street had christened him Hunter. Having been orphaned at the age of 11, Hunter became an apprentice to the unfeeling streets, a rogue school where death lurked a heartbeat away.
From a young age, he learnt the art of hunting food as a dumpster, having to survive on the bare minimum to stay breathing
Eight years later with scars and fresh wounds adorning his flesh, Hunter is no longer a desolate orphan, but a master scavenger. his life guiding creed being "trash is treasure".
True to this percept, today he held one!
His predator's eyes scanned the vicinity making sure that no one was watching. Stopping behind a dumping trough, he reached into his pocket and fished out the bounty.
The sun's rays danced on the golden back of the phone as he held it in his palm. Hunter noted that the display was clean with no damage. The phone was barely new.
He munched on a piece of pizza that he had retrieved from the same trash can.
"Who dumps such a goody? "
Someone was probably murdered or robbed and their phone discarded. In which case, he would have to part with his fortune.
Hunter hated that!.but he hated to brush with the feds even more. It never ended well.
He greedily licked his fingers and powered on the display. A smile of delight graced his face accentuating his deep dimples.
At least it could still power on.
After a long boot-up process, lines of text appeared on the screen.
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A pity!
Your life is tedious.
If you wish to change from the daily humdrum of your hopeless existence.
we hand you the 'golden' ticket!
it comes with danger but equally packs adventure
and if you are lucky….really lucky,
a world of fortune, fame and power await
If this tickles your fancy, press OK
If you would rather carry on with your wearisome life press cancel, dump the phone
and forget this encounter. it's just a trick of your mind you know
you could be losing it... Hahaa!
Hunter stared at the phone dumbfounded! What did they feed those nerds in silicon valley these days?. their screws were certainly wonky.
Was this supposed to be some kind of a failed Nintendo?.
The rogue scavenger held the phone with a mixture of emotion
First, he felt very disappointed, he thought he had found an expensive device only to realize it was some kind of childish gaming machine.
A dumb-ass game! that couldn't be worth much, that is if he even found a buyer.
The dumpster couldn't think of any of the street scrap dealers buying some outlandish game.
The second feeling was however overwhelming, the lines of text were almost addressing him personally.
Life in the street was quite plain and unremarkable. He woke up at the break of dawn, scoured for food and scrap metal, and went to sleep in tumbledown shacks only to wake up and repeat the ritual over and over!.
On a fortuitous day, he might find something worth selling, but lucky days in his life were like rain in the Sahara.
He gazed again at the texts with astonishment. whoever composed it must have known him enough to know that he couldn't revolt against the lure and lustre of adventure.
Hunter couldn't see any harm in playing a video game, he might even have kept it to kill time if he had a way of charging it.
His heart was already pounding with adrenaline. With trembling fingers, he reached for the OK tab and tapped it.
The display buffered for a while and another screen came to life
Welcome to system adventures
user anonymous
please enter your details to build your profile
After filling out his name and game alias as Red Hunter, the display shimmered again and another panel appeared.
Please select a character
Hunter scanned the list of the character and noted that apart from appearance all had the same weapons and skills. He eventually settled for a tall handsome guy adorned in red armor and wielding a broad long sword.
his stats read:
name: Red Hunter
class: amateur adventurer
level: 1
strength:8/10
def;(physical muscle and build)
skill 5/10
def;(prowess with weapon and combat tactics
speed:7/10
def; (swift attacks and escape)
power;5/10
def;(adds more damage to your attacks )
HP:10/10
def;(the state of your health/life)
EXP:0/10
def;( points awarded on quest and combat)
luck:4/10
def;(ability to attract good fortune)
resilience
def;(ability to withstand afflictions and hostile elements)
perception 4/10
def(the ability to see, hear, or become aware of something through the senses.)
After carefully reading the list of stats, Hunter was almost restless to begin the game,.he would soon have to start looking for scraps to sell. he didn't have much time
The display blipped again and a new text appeared.
congratulations Red Hunter your profile is successfully created, your default world is, the Hibana kingdom in the beastly realms. carry out quests allocated by the system to progress through the levels.in any uncertainty, refer to the system guide in your profile
The game begins In 5,4,3,2,1.....
Hunter could have run for his life had his legs not decided to fail him at that moment. The golden phone had disappeared and before him was a portal-like void in the air.
a small blizzard was slowly forming and the energy from the void was pulling everything towards it
Hunter held onto the trash trough with all his might. His muscles were already aching with the strain. He cursed out loud, finding it hard to breathe against the strong gust of wind that was hitting his face
A sudden powerful pull from the void tore his grip on the trough and Hunter flew into the gaping mouth of the portal.
Everything blacked out!