-The scan on your iris and veins has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account?
Hearing those words, Hussain said yes, his eyes searching a face to the voice. “Damn, technology these days.” Not wanting to waste time, Hussain decided to answer the next question levelled at him by the voice.
-Select your Avatar.
“A what? What’s an avatar?”
Information flashed across the screen:
An avatar is the graphical representation of the user or the user's alter ego or character. It may take either a three-dimensional form, as in games or virtual worlds, or a two-dimensional form as an icon in Internet forums and other online communities. It can also refer to a text construct found on early systems such as MUDs. It is an object representing the user. The term "avatar" can also refer to the personality connected with the screen name, or handle, of an Internet user..
“OK, that’s enough, next...”
-Name your character
Hussain thought about this for a while. He thought about what he had in mind, but he didn’t want to be known in game as the person who he was outside of it, so he smiled and said, “Blitz?”. Hussain was skeptical about the name being available, but it seemed that it was available. He smiled as the next question came his way
-Select your gender from Male, Female or Neutral?
“Male.. Please.”
-Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select your race from—
“Human.”
-You may alter your appearance according to your specifications—
“Yes please, work from my current appearance,” Hussain waited for his image to come up on screen, he marvelled at the level of detail that was visible and smiled.
“Now, cleanly shave the head, lower my height to 5ft 10in, give me a skin fade from the head to the beard, make the beard fuller,now grow it up to the tache... Nice, very nice. Make those shoulders a bit bigger, not so big, now the thighs, the arms, make that chest more solid, the calf muscles bigger, widen that back.”
Hussain smiled, then asked for the character model to be spun around.
“Make the forearms and fist a bit bigger. Many thanks.”
-Your account has been activated. Your stats and class shall be determined while you are in game-
“Enough of this, take me to the game,” Hussain was happy with his creation and wanted to get into the game as soon as possible.
-Select a city and kingdom you want to start.
“Random”
-Welcome to...
“Skip this, get me into the game.”
Bright lights flashed all around Hussain. He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw a cacophony of colour, tall buildings, and many temples and traditional, ancient chinese houses and buildings. Holding his hands up to his face, Hussain was surprised to see how large his forearms were. He opened and closed his hands, twisted his wrists, and started jumping up and down. Pleased with the outcome, Hussain decided to do a few squats, only to be interrupted by a voice behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Hussain saw a large figure clad in silver armor.
“State your business citizen.” Said the man blankly.
Hussain raised an eyebrow at the man’s words. Fierce eyes looked back at Hussain through a silver helmet. The man’s hand played with the handle of the huge sword slung at his waist. Hussain wondered if this was a real person or a NPC. Hussain didn’t know what to say.
“State your name and business citizen?” The man’s voice seemed like he was demanding a reply. Hussain opened his mouth.
“My name is Hus.. I mean Blitz, sir,” Blitz looked at the man and continued, “My business is looking for work and a means of living sir.”
Upon hearing that, the man nodded his head and sighed, “A new one again huh? There’s been a few of you lately turning up here in Pusean. This here is Pusean, a small, emerging kingdom in the east, when compared to those in the central. Unfortunately for you, there is no training hall here in Pusean. You might choose to look for work with someone, but most choose to join the church or try for one of the many temple positions.”
Blitz scratched his head, feeling nothing on the top, he decided to rub it and asked another question, “How do I do what you do?”
The man laughed at Blitz’s question, “Do what I do? To do what I do will require much training. Hmm, there’s not really a training garrison here, but the Pusean temple are recruiting new, adept monks. You could try there. Tell them Major Heron sent you.”
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With that, Major Heron pointed in the direction of some steps that lead up a steep hill. Major Heron waved goodbye and continued his obvious patrol of the quiet streets. Blitz watched him as he walked away, then turning his head back to the steps, Blitz began his long trek up the steps.
Blitz must have been walking for what seemed like days. His legs were aching, his clothes wet with sweat and sticking to his skin. Blitz considered himself to be relatively fit, and the changes he had made to his appearance seemed to not have made any difference. He decided to stop and catch his breath. He looked back the way he came, and saw that the bottom of the steps were no longer visible.
Shaking his head, Blitz blurted out,“Oh my days..”
Figuring that he was close to the top anyway, Blitz pushed on, ignoring the burn in his legs. Then, there was a sound.
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Ting
Your stamina has increased by 2
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Blitz smiled as the pain in his legs seemed to ease. Breathing a little easier now, he decided to have a look at his stats to see what he had to work with. Not that he’d know how to make heads or tails out of it, but he wanted to see it anyway.
“Stats Window” he said out loud, and an overlay came up.
Status WindowNameBlitzProfessionN/ATitleNoneReputation0Level1Health100Mana100Strength11Agility10Wisdom10Intelligence10Stamina12Luck0Leadership0
Blitz tugged on his beard and wondered if this was good or not, then decided to carry on up the hill. After another two hours, he finally saw the makings of a roof. Smiling, he walked a bit further, and then the temple door came into view. It was a solid red door, with a dragon in a circle painted in the middle. This was encased by a high wall, on which stone statues,which looked like tigers, stood facing outwards. Blitz decided to take a quick rest, as he had started to breathe heavily once more. Finally feeling better, he walked up to the big door and knocked.
There was a noise behind the door, before it was opened by three burly guys dressed in monks robes, akin to the robes worn by monks at chinese temples. They looked at Blitz passively and said nothing. Blitz thought that they would at least have asked what he wanted, but they said nothing.
Resigning himself to speaking first, he said,“My name is Blitz. I was told by Major Heron that the temple was recruiting, so I am here to seek admission.”
Blitz looked at the men pensively, and started shifting nervously.One of the men approached Blitz and stretched out his hand without a word. He began touching Blitz’s shoulders and arms. He walked around Blitz, and began touching his thighs. Blitz had to react when the man attempted to put his hands on his bottom.
Jumping to one side, Blitz uttered,“Batty Bwoy, remove your hands off of me. You can’t be feeling up a man like some pussy.”
Without a word, the two other monks sprang out, jumping up in the air and landing next to Blitz, holding him firmly in place. Blitz struggled, kicking his legs, but he was held in a vice-like grip, one of the monks touched him on his shoulder, and his legs failed to respond after that. Then, the first monk who was touching him up flashed a smile, and slowly began to approach Blitz. Blitz feared the worst, but his legs couldn't move. He was held tightly at the upper, and lower half couldn’t move. The only option left was..
“L-l-log out, Log out, log me out quick!” Blitz screamed as the option flashed.
-Yes.
The lights went out...