Author's note: This chapter is from the POV of Damien.
I wake up as the sunlight lands on my face through my window. A minute later, My hyrule themed alarm clock went off. I should really replace that. Im eighteen now, Im too old to still have all this anime junk. Then again... my father still has his and he's in his late forties. God its embarrassing how much of an anime Junkie he is.
You wouldnt even think when you see him that he was a hero, that he saved thousands of lives. Jason "The Viper". God what I would do to know that side of my father, the hero. They say he 's fought gods,, that in his heyday, he was a monster, matched by only one man. But all I ever see is the 'American Otaku'.
After his victory, apparently he came straight back to Louisiana, and settled down here in this backwoods town. Eventually the world forgot about him and focused on the other guy, Jameson Stone or whatever. Its only 6 am, so I go and get dresses and go out to meet my dad in the woods, he has my hunting rifle waiting for me when I arrive. We hunt a couple rabbits and an alligator before it even its 8:30.
That was one thing I did enjoy doing with my father though, hunting. He was incredibly good at it, he says its because of the Change, he feels the need to hunt. Whenever I ask him what the Change is, he goes silent. But looking and news clips from back in his 'hero days' I already I know what it is. But I wont push him on it, not yet.
I cut our hunting session short and jog back to the house. The game I just bought, Thera goes online at 9, so I gotta be ready. i'm going to bring back the prestige the Delacroix family deserves, and this game is the perfect way to do it. Half the celebrities nowadays rose up from playing virtual reality video games. I may not be a hero like my dad, but I will do our name, MY name, justice. I hop in my capsule and start it up
Welcome to Thera, what is your name?
"Viperion" I say.
The only race available right now is human, would you like to alter your appearance?
"No" Doing that would defeat the whole purpose of gaining prestige.
Where would you like to start?
"Random" I don't exactly know where I'm going, so I might as well let the system decide. Suddenly It gets super bright and I'm blinded by the light, and I feel extremely unsteady. Its like the morning after Mardi Gras man. When it clears up, I'm in a forest, with sounds of gunfire directly in front of me.
I hit the ground immediately and crawl through the bushes. There are two different sides hooting at each other. The brown uniforms and the grey uniforms. At one glance, it was easy to tell that the grey uniforms would win. their guns were semi-automatic rifles, and they made better use of the trees for cover. The brown uniforms were using handguns and manual rifles.
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A brown uniform fell near me, and it was a guy around my age, a little young for a soldier. He looked me in the eye as he bled out. With the last of his strength, he pushed his rifle near me, and whispered "Help us." Then he breathed his last. Welp, all I needed was an invitation, not like I have anything better to do! I wonder why that didnt activate a quest or something though... oh well. I grab the rifle and a notification pops up.
Stalker M2 Rifle
Damage 40-43 per shot
8 rounds per clip
3 mods available
Hmm? That Damage though! its pretty high, but there's only 8 shots before reload. But this is the type of gun I've used all my life, let me show these browns how to use it! I grab the gun and whatever ammo I can find on the guy. Then as I retreaat further into the bushes, I rise to a crouching position. I aim at the soldier who seemed to be suppressing my new allies the most, and fire at his head.
As soon as the shot goes off, I get back down and move to a new position, and aim at the person barking the most commands. by this time, Im pretty much perpendicular to their formation. I fire again. By the time I kill 4 more, The enemy knows something isnt right. Theyve lost alot of ground to the brown uniforms and have only around 15 left of the thirty they had when I first arrived.
They take a circular formation now, and begin retreating. How about a parting gift. I take aim and wait until the timing and angle is juuuust right, then shot one guy throught the head and watched the bullet hit the guy behind him. Double-kill~ I'm so L337.
As the soldiers begin to run away, I emerge from my hiding place and cockily wave good-bye. The people in brown uniforms approach me warily with weapons still drawn. I turn around slowly and hang the rifle over my back using the attached strap, then put my hands up. One of the browns step forward, and speaks "State your name." I smile and respond "Viperion"
"Viperion what?" "Just Viperion" After this short exchange the man seemed to be no less wary and continued to question me. "Where are you from?" "I dont know" I respond. "Why did you help us?" he asks. "Because he asked me to" I say, pointing to the dead body three hundred yards away of the guy who's rifle I took. The man looked somewhat confused and asked"Really?" I nod. "Just because of that?" I nodded more. "You dont know what the hell is going on, you just started shooting." I nodded even more emphatically. "Well uh, shit you wanna come with us?" "Sure" I said. The man smiled and said "Welcome to the brotherhood " Everyone put away their weapons. A bunch of notifications appeared, but one stood out the most.
New Title: Terrorist!
+200 infamy
-100 reputation with all governments
+200 reputation with all outlaws
"Shit."