Rayer X Short Story
PLAYER X.
START!
Shattered tiles crunched beneath the soles of my shoes; the destruction of the ground was accompanied by the disheartening sign of fractured and partial columns haphazardly dotting the dreary landscape. Gaze surveying the remainder of what I considered the consequences of a ruined city, I noticed the emerging towers at the horizon.
As far as my eyesight allowed me to view, decimated landmarks defaced the eerily silent entrance point. Other figures, many clad in a similar outfit as my own — modest black jeans and a simple tee of miscellaneous graphics. A cooling breeze, enough to ruffle my already disheveled hair and summon fragments of dirt into the air, traversed through the area. No definite path was marked for the players; …show more content…
Indistinct the majority were, but the few I managed to registered contained statements too brash to allow me to go unperturbed.
The players I still could see appeared to endure similar scenarios. Some, however, collapsed. One was stricken with apprehension. His resolve wavered. Until a bubble descended and hovered inches from his faces.
I couldn’t make out what it said, but the player dissolved into nothing before I could formulate a theory. Huh, I was left to wonder to where he disappeared.
More walking ensued. For the beginning half of the game, I failed to encounter grand predicaments. I watched several players fall and dissipate like the first.
However, the viridescent shades of rolling hills and towering trees languidly melted into the muted hues of grays and their disappearance became nothing more than an abiding apparition. The quality was solidified and sturdier than SQUARE ONE, but otherwise the second city was much like the beginning.
It wasn’t until I found myself gawking in the direction of an seemingly unclimbable hill (courtesy of my lovely fear of heights) that I received the floating bubble of fate.
RETURN TO START?
YES OR
START!
Shattered tiles crunched beneath the soles of my shoes; the destruction of the ground was accompanied by the disheartening sign of fractured and partial columns haphazardly dotting the dreary landscape. Gaze surveying the remainder of what I considered the consequences of a ruined city, I noticed the emerging towers at the horizon.
As far as my eyesight allowed me to view, decimated landmarks defaced the eerily silent entrance point. Other figures, many clad in a similar outfit as my own — modest black jeans and a simple tee of miscellaneous graphics. A cooling breeze, enough to ruffle my already disheveled hair and summon fragments of dirt into the air, traversed through the area. No definite path was marked for the players; …show more content…
Indistinct the majority were, but the few I managed to registered contained statements too brash to allow me to go unperturbed.
The players I still could see appeared to endure similar scenarios. Some, however, collapsed. One was stricken with apprehension. His resolve wavered. Until a bubble descended and hovered inches from his faces.
I couldn’t make out what it said, but the player dissolved into nothing before I could formulate a theory. Huh, I was left to wonder to where he disappeared.
More walking ensued. For the beginning half of the game, I failed to encounter grand predicaments. I watched several players fall and dissipate like the first.
However, the viridescent shades of rolling hills and towering trees languidly melted into the muted hues of grays and their disappearance became nothing more than an abiding apparition. The quality was solidified and sturdier than SQUARE ONE, but otherwise the second city was much like the beginning.
It wasn’t until I found myself gawking in the direction of an seemingly unclimbable hill (courtesy of my lovely fear of heights) that I received the floating bubble of fate.
RETURN TO START?
YES OR