POV Kacper
A sudden flash of blue light and a dark blue void appears before my eyes with floating orbs surrounding me and swarming to a giant circle in the middle of the void. They fly through the void like a swarm of fish with all the colours of the rainbow. In the middle of the swirling circle stand three beings. A tall gaunt hooded figure, a small child and armoured soldier await the coming wave of colour. The orbs smash into a barrier just outside of a circle, I feel the pull and I start running after them. I want to be near them, then I feel it I have no legs or arms, but my body still moves toward them.
The closer I come the faster I fly and join the mass of colour banging on the invisible wall separating us, so close that I want to scream. That’s when it hits me.
“Where am I and where the hell is my body?”
The hooded figure turns to me and speaks in a voice that sounds like the clattering of bone “Don’t worry little one all will be explained when the 99,999 souls have been gathered.”
“No, fuck this shit what the hell is happening?”
This is when the armoured man turns and says with a cold voice “Silence, mud man.” As I scream, I hear nothing but the new souls who join us at the barrier. The small boy giggles in the background and the hooded figure turns to me revealing himself. An 8-foot skeleton in robes stands before me giving a look of sympathy with eyes of blue fire, he almost looks like he is smiling with his bleached teeth under his grey hood. The small boy just giggles with a playful look in his green eyes, he fidgets with a rubix cube barely half solved. His baggy shirt and trousers covered with gaming symbols some that I know off like the Xbox, PS4 and even Minecraft Creeper face. I look at the warrior he stands almost as tall as the skeleton, wearing elegantly designed armour that almost looks like if it was made of leaves and green glass, he holds intrinsically designed sword and a kite shield with a giant tree drawn onto it. He wears no helmet revealing a bald man with pointy ears and nose, his pale skin contrasts with his gentle purple eyes.
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That’s when I hear the enraged and annoyed shouts of the other souls, but they are silenced by the warrior. The skeleton once again speaks “Good evening, my name is Hadris the God of Death and Doors and with me are my fellow gods.” He points to that snobby elf warrior “This is War and he is the God of well…… Battle, Strategy and what was it again?”
War glares at Hadris and with a cold voice says, “It’s in my name.”
Hadris chuckles with a voice like clattering bones “I know I’m just pulling your leg.”
The small dark-haired boy chucks his unfinished rubix cube behind his back, with an annoyed look on his face he steps forward preventing any more talk. He speaks with a high-pitched voice “I am Remag the God of Games, Children and Creativity. You are all chosen to take part in a game as Players in the world of Erat, the world operates like an RPG system from Earth. Your main objective is to change the world it doesn’t matter if its for the better or worse. You may ask questions but hurry up noobs I want to go back to playing GTA.”
The surrounding souls start shouting saying you can’t do this to us and all that jazz I mostly tuned it out, until I heard a question. A black soul asks, “Where are our bodies?” Both look to Hadris who answers “Well how to put this you are fakes, no that’s cruel… clones of the originals. I have transferred their memories of the individuals into empty souls for this game.” The souls go quite for a bit and float there for what seems like an eternity. Hadris quickly adds “As compensation you have been given 3….” That all I hear before some people start screaming and soon more follow, if I had a face my jaw would have hit the floor.
This goes on for a while until War steps up and shouts “Shut is troglodytes you are standing before Gods bow down and beg for mercy.” This stops it for a few seconds until the people return to shouting and banging on the wall, I stand their silent as my non-existent brain process the information.
Remag says “I guess no tutorial for them, send them on their way Hadris.”
“Are you sure Remag shouldn’t we explain to them how to customize themselves?” asks Hadris cautiously. Remag shakes his head so Hadris points his bony hand at the mob of rioting souls and a flash of blue light shoots engulfing us and everything goes black.