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Tell me what you think, I got bored and thought I might as well right one.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
Rakuga looked at himself. He looked along his arms wandering where he was and what had just happened. His skin was now made up of several diamond shaped pixels of one plain colour, no tone in any place on his body.
"What just happened?" He asked himself observing his body. Only just a minute ago he had been sitting by his computer viewing the Future of Gaming topics. His friend had just popped to the toilet. Those were the last things he remembered.. apart from several peculiar noises from his FOP fan humming inside his computer and a flicker of his monitor.
Rakuga looked around him. There was no horizon merely a long white desert blank as paper. There seemed no beginning or end to where he was. It was most peculiar. He looked at his arms again. They were completely pixelised, nothing like the once beautiful tan he had had only minutes ago. He looked at his watch. The hands were spinning wildly. What was once a detailed metallic item was now made up of only 2 colours – black and a darker and much lighter tone of grey.
“Er.. I’m like the graphics I see in computer games” Rakuga muttered to himself. “Damn.”
Rakuga continued to look around. However he could see nothing but the purest white like satin sheets. There was then a rumble as the floor beneath him began to move. Rakuga fell to the floor as he was knocked by tremendous force. Rakuga’s surroundings flicked black, then red, then blue, then yellow then green. The colours moulded together and within seconds he now sat in a familiar backdrop. A dark black warehouse stood in front of him and a dying tree shadowed a still lake.
“Where have I seen this before?” He wondered.
He heard a familiar loud rattle in the background that got closer and closer. He thought to himself “That sound.. I have heard it before.. but from where?” He pondered the thought for several seconds.
Suddenly another person jumped around the corner startling the life out of him and knocking him to the floor. The man was tall, stubbly and muscular and held the biggest of guns in his hand. He looked down at Rakuga. Rakuga looked back at him. He froze wondering what to do.
“Huh?” Rakuga’s good friend Ali was sitting at the computer having loaded his favourite game. He had noticed a glitch in his game. He called upstairs “Hey Jon get down here!” he paused “Some weird glitch in your game.” Ali moved his player towards the peculiar person. He went up to it crouched and looked directly at it. He moved his eyes closer to the monitor screen and scrunched up his eyes. The resemblance to his great friend was uncanny. He called upstairs again “How did you get a picture of yourself into the game? It’s awesome!” He was amazed by what his friend had done. He grinned. “I’m going to shoot that ugly face of yours!”
Rakuga stood there as the muscular figure towered over him. It had been staring him in the face for many seconds. “Can he see me?” he wondered. The figure confirmed this as he began to circle him his gun and face poised at him. He suddenly realised who he was looking at. He had played as this character again and again in his favourite computer game. This was the mighty Trojan killer of the alien armies and he was reloading the strongest gun in the game “The Plasma Cannon”.
Rakuga leapt up and ran. “Run Rakuga run!” he cried to himself. The sound of a fired hot plasma being ejected from a Plasma Cannon whistled into his ears. The plasma in question flew over his shoulders and disintegrated into the wall. Rakuga threw himself behind the wall.
“Should have shot the b****r when I had the chance” Ali said to himself. He hit the reload button. “It’s time to die my friend!” He threw his character round the corner and hit the fire button. Hot plasma flew from the gun and burnt a pot plant in front of him. “Where did he go?” he asked himself. He scanned the area but there was no sign of him.
Rakuga tried to catch his breath behind a wall. He had just watched a pot plant vanish into several small pieces. He dreaded to think what the gun would do to him if it collided with him at the very same speed. He needed a weapon. He scanned the floor for any weapons but found none. Heavy footsteps sounded around the corner. He took one deep breath and ran down the other way. It was a narrow alleyway with barb wire on each sides and bordered up windows. The corridor seemed to have no end. He just hoped he wouldn’t be seen. As he ran down it the alleyway got darker and darker. He tripped over some badly laid stones and hit the ground with a big smack. He couldn’t move his leg and was in tremendous pain. Back down the alleyway from where he came stood Trojan with plasma cannon in hand, pointed towards him. He tried to jump up but couldn’t move.
“He he!” Ali laughed “Easy kill – defenceless enemy. What a great touch!” He clicked the fire button on the mouse. The loud harsh sound of the plasma cannon sounded and with a whiz hot plasma spiraled through the air towards Rakuga. Rakuga shut his eyes tight and waited. The sound got closer and closer and then slowly faded. Rakuga kept his eyes clutched close. There was the deafening sound of a ping. Rakuga opened his eyes to see a piece of hot plasma suspended in the air. The sound of an unidentifiable person repeated “Fatal Error, Fatal Error” again and again. Rakuga sighed a sigh of relief. “Thank God for Windows 95!” he cried to himself. “Thank God it is so unstable!”
There was a flicker. White light blinded Rakuga. He awoke to the sound of loud music reverberating from the kitchen into his study where he lay on the floor. He looked at his mate who gaped at him. “Hi” Rakuga said through short quick breaths “You nearly killed me you prat! ”
The computer hummed in the background and the monitor flickered.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
Rakuga looked at himself. He looked along his arms wandering where he was and what had just happened. His skin was now made up of several diamond shaped pixels of one plain colour, no tone in any place on his body.
"What just happened?" He asked himself observing his body. Only just a minute ago he had been sitting by his computer viewing the Future of Gaming topics. His friend had just popped to the toilet. Those were the last things he remembered.. apart from several peculiar noises from his FOP fan humming inside his computer and a flicker of his monitor.
Rakuga looked around him. There was no horizon merely a long white desert blank as paper. There seemed no beginning or end to where he was. It was most peculiar. He looked at his arms again. They were completely pixelised, nothing like the once beautiful tan he had had only minutes ago. He looked at his watch. The hands were spinning wildly. What was once a detailed metallic item was now made up of only 2 colours – black and a darker and much lighter tone of grey.
“Er.. I’m like the graphics I see in computer games” Rakuga muttered to himself. “Damn.”
Rakuga continued to look around. However he could see nothing but the purest white like satin sheets. There was then a rumble as the floor beneath him began to move. Rakuga fell to the floor as he was knocked by tremendous force. Rakuga’s surroundings flicked black, then red, then blue, then yellow then green. The colours moulded together and within seconds he now sat in a familiar backdrop. A dark black warehouse stood in front of him and a dying tree shadowed a still lake.
“Where have I seen this before?” He wondered.
He heard a familiar loud rattle in the background that got closer and closer. He thought to himself “That sound.. I have heard it before.. but from where?” He pondered the thought for several seconds.
Suddenly another person jumped around the corner startling the life out of him and knocking him to the floor. The man was tall, stubbly and muscular and held the biggest of guns in his hand. He looked down at Rakuga. Rakuga looked back at him. He froze wondering what to do.
“Huh?” Rakuga’s good friend Ali was sitting at the computer having loaded his favourite game. He had noticed a glitch in his game. He called upstairs “Hey Jon get down here!” he paused “Some weird glitch in your game.” Ali moved his player towards the peculiar person. He went up to it crouched and looked directly at it. He moved his eyes closer to the monitor screen and scrunched up his eyes. The resemblance to his great friend was uncanny. He called upstairs again “How did you get a picture of yourself into the game? It’s awesome!” He was amazed by what his friend had done. He grinned. “I’m going to shoot that ugly face of yours!”
Rakuga stood there as the muscular figure towered over him. It had been staring him in the face for many seconds. “Can he see me?” he wondered. The figure confirmed this as he began to circle him his gun and face poised at him. He suddenly realised who he was looking at. He had played as this character again and again in his favourite computer game. This was the mighty Trojan killer of the alien armies and he was reloading the strongest gun in the game “The Plasma Cannon”.
Rakuga leapt up and ran. “Run Rakuga run!” he cried to himself. The sound of a fired hot plasma being ejected from a Plasma Cannon whistled into his ears. The plasma in question flew over his shoulders and disintegrated into the wall. Rakuga threw himself behind the wall.
“Should have shot the b****r when I had the chance” Ali said to himself. He hit the reload button. “It’s time to die my friend!” He threw his character round the corner and hit the fire button. Hot plasma flew from the gun and burnt a pot plant in front of him. “Where did he go?” he asked himself. He scanned the area but there was no sign of him.
Rakuga tried to catch his breath behind a wall. He had just watched a pot plant vanish into several small pieces. He dreaded to think what the gun would do to him if it collided with him at the very same speed. He needed a weapon. He scanned the floor for any weapons but found none. Heavy footsteps sounded around the corner. He took one deep breath and ran down the other way. It was a narrow alleyway with barb wire on each sides and bordered up windows. The corridor seemed to have no end. He just hoped he wouldn’t be seen. As he ran down it the alleyway got darker and darker. He tripped over some badly laid stones and hit the ground with a big smack. He couldn’t move his leg and was in tremendous pain. Back down the alleyway from where he came stood Trojan with plasma cannon in hand, pointed towards him. He tried to jump up but couldn’t move.
“He he!” Ali laughed “Easy kill – defenceless enemy. What a great touch!” He clicked the fire button on the mouse. The loud harsh sound of the plasma cannon sounded and with a whiz hot plasma spiraled through the air towards Rakuga. Rakuga shut his eyes tight and waited. The sound got closer and closer and then slowly faded. Rakuga kept his eyes clutched close. There was the deafening sound of a ping. Rakuga opened his eyes to see a piece of hot plasma suspended in the air. The sound of an unidentifiable person repeated “Fatal Error, Fatal Error” again and again. Rakuga sighed a sigh of relief. “Thank God for Windows 95!” he cried to himself. “Thank God it is so unstable!”
There was a flicker. White light blinded Rakuga. He awoke to the sound of loud music reverberating from the kitchen into his study where he lay on the floor. He looked at his mate who gaped at him. “Hi” Rakuga said through short quick breaths “You nearly killed me you prat! ”
The computer hummed in the background and the monitor flickered.
cool I shall do. Mines 1 1/2 pages on word so far and I ain't even got to the main bit.. :/
You can read mine in Prime.
I wasn't really entering the competition just felt like writing it but thanks.
I have another one soon that will enter the short story compo and be much better.
I have another one soon that will enter the short story compo and be much better.
Not bad, but if it was for the competition, you forgot to start it with one of 3 preset first lines.
You know, one about an irresistable offer, one about some thing talking to you and another about the 6 of spades.
It's all in the Short Stories thread somewhere.
Apart from that it pretty good.
You know, one about an irresistable offer, one about some thing talking to you and another about the 6 of spades.
It's all in the Short Stories thread somewhere.
Apart from that it pretty good.
Konami? AHH! (Jumps through a window)
I'm too tired to read it all - sorry Konami person.
I'm off to bed. BYE!
I'm off to bed. BYE!
Tell me what you think, I got bored and thought I might as well right one.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
Rakuga looked at himself. He looked along his arms wandering where he was and what had just happened. His skin was now made up of several diamond shaped pixels of one plain colour, no tone in any place on his body.
"What just happened?" He asked himself observing his body. Only just a minute ago he had been sitting by his computer viewing the Future of Gaming topics. His friend had just popped to the toilet. Those were the last things he remembered.. apart from several peculiar noises from his FOP fan humming inside his computer and a flicker of his monitor.
Rakuga looked around him. There was no horizon merely a long white desert blank as paper. There seemed no beginning or end to where he was. It was most peculiar. He looked at his arms again. They were completely pixelised, nothing like the once beautiful tan he had had only minutes ago. He looked at his watch. The hands were spinning wildly. What was once a detailed metallic item was now made up of only 2 colours – black and a darker and much lighter tone of grey.
“Er.. I’m like the graphics I see in computer games” Rakuga muttered to himself. “Damn.”
Rakuga continued to look around. However he could see nothing but the purest white like satin sheets. There was then a rumble as the floor beneath him began to move. Rakuga fell to the floor as he was knocked by tremendous force. Rakuga’s surroundings flicked black, then red, then blue, then yellow then green. The colours moulded together and within seconds he now sat in a familiar backdrop. A dark black warehouse stood in front of him and a dying tree shadowed a still lake.
“Where have I seen this before?” He wondered.
He heard a familiar loud rattle in the background that got closer and closer. He thought to himself “That sound.. I have heard it before.. but from where?” He pondered the thought for several seconds.
Suddenly another person jumped around the corner startling the life out of him and knocking him to the floor. The man was tall, stubbly and muscular and held the biggest of guns in his hand. He looked down at Rakuga. Rakuga looked back at him. He froze wondering what to do.
“Huh?” Rakuga’s good friend Ali was sitting at the computer having loaded his favourite game. He had noticed a glitch in his game. He called upstairs “Hey Jon get down here!” he paused “Some weird glitch in your game.” Ali moved his player towards the peculiar person. He went up to it crouched and looked directly at it. He moved his eyes closer to the monitor screen and scrunched up his eyes. The resemblance to his great friend was uncanny. He called upstairs again “How did you get a picture of yourself into the game? It’s awesome!” He was amazed by what his friend had done. He grinned. “I’m going to shoot that ugly face of yours!”
Rakuga stood there as the muscular figure towered over him. It had been staring him in the face for many seconds. “Can he see me?” he wondered. The figure confirmed this as he began to circle him his gun and face poised at him. He suddenly realised who he was looking at. He had played as this character again and again in his favourite computer game. This was the mighty Trojan killer of the alien armies and he was reloading the strongest gun in the game “The Plasma Cannon”.
Rakuga leapt up and ran. “Run Rakuga run!” he cried to himself. The sound of a fired hot plasma being ejected from a Plasma Cannon whistled into his ears. The plasma in question flew over his shoulders and disintegrated into the wall. Rakuga threw himself behind the wall.
“Should have shot the b****r when I had the chance” Ali said to himself. He hit the reload button. “It’s time to die my friend!” He threw his character round the corner and hit the fire button. Hot plasma flew from the gun and burnt a pot plant in front of him. “Where did he go?” he asked himself. He scanned the area but there was no sign of him.
Rakuga tried to catch his breath behind a wall. He had just watched a pot plant vanish into several small pieces. He dreaded to think what the gun would do to him if it collided with him at the very same speed. He needed a weapon. He scanned the floor for any weapons but found none. Heavy footsteps sounded around the corner. He took one deep breath and ran down the other way. It was a narrow alleyway with barb wire on each sides and bordered up windows. The corridor seemed to have no end. He just hoped he wouldn’t be seen. As he ran down it the alleyway got darker and darker. He tripped over some badly laid stones and hit the ground with a big smack. He couldn’t move his leg and was in tremendous pain. Back down the alleyway from where he came stood Trojan with plasma cannon in hand, pointed towards him. He tried to jump up but couldn’t move.
“He he!” Ali laughed “Easy kill – defenceless enemy. What a great touch!” He clicked the fire button on the mouse. The loud harsh sound of the plasma cannon sounded and with a whiz hot plasma spiraled through the air towards Rakuga. Rakuga shut his eyes tight and waited. The sound got closer and closer and then slowly faded. Rakuga kept his eyes clutched close. There was the deafening sound of a ping. Rakuga opened his eyes to see a piece of hot plasma suspended in the air. The sound of an unidentifiable person repeated “Fatal Error, Fatal Error” again and again. Rakuga sighed a sigh of relief. “Thank God for Windows 95!” he cried to himself. “Thank God it is so unstable!”
There was a flicker. White light blinded Rakuga. He awoke to the sound of loud music reverberating from the kitchen into his study where he lay on the floor. He looked at his mate who gaped at him. “Hi” Rakuga said through short quick breaths “You nearly killed me you prat! ”
The computer hummed in the background and the monitor flickered.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
Rakuga looked at himself. He looked along his arms wandering where he was and what had just happened. His skin was now made up of several diamond shaped pixels of one plain colour, no tone in any place on his body.
"What just happened?" He asked himself observing his body. Only just a minute ago he had been sitting by his computer viewing the Future of Gaming topics. His friend had just popped to the toilet. Those were the last things he remembered.. apart from several peculiar noises from his FOP fan humming inside his computer and a flicker of his monitor.
Rakuga looked around him. There was no horizon merely a long white desert blank as paper. There seemed no beginning or end to where he was. It was most peculiar. He looked at his arms again. They were completely pixelised, nothing like the once beautiful tan he had had only minutes ago. He looked at his watch. The hands were spinning wildly. What was once a detailed metallic item was now made up of only 2 colours – black and a darker and much lighter tone of grey.
“Er.. I’m like the graphics I see in computer games” Rakuga muttered to himself. “Damn.”
Rakuga continued to look around. However he could see nothing but the purest white like satin sheets. There was then a rumble as the floor beneath him began to move. Rakuga fell to the floor as he was knocked by tremendous force. Rakuga’s surroundings flicked black, then red, then blue, then yellow then green. The colours moulded together and within seconds he now sat in a familiar backdrop. A dark black warehouse stood in front of him and a dying tree shadowed a still lake.
“Where have I seen this before?” He wondered.
He heard a familiar loud rattle in the background that got closer and closer. He thought to himself “That sound.. I have heard it before.. but from where?” He pondered the thought for several seconds.
Suddenly another person jumped around the corner startling the life out of him and knocking him to the floor. The man was tall, stubbly and muscular and held the biggest of guns in his hand. He looked down at Rakuga. Rakuga looked back at him. He froze wondering what to do.
“Huh?” Rakuga’s good friend Ali was sitting at the computer having loaded his favourite game. He had noticed a glitch in his game. He called upstairs “Hey Jon get down here!” he paused “Some weird glitch in your game.” Ali moved his player towards the peculiar person. He went up to it crouched and looked directly at it. He moved his eyes closer to the monitor screen and scrunched up his eyes. The resemblance to his great friend was uncanny. He called upstairs again “How did you get a picture of yourself into the game? It’s awesome!” He was amazed by what his friend had done. He grinned. “I’m going to shoot that ugly face of yours!”
Rakuga stood there as the muscular figure towered over him. It had been staring him in the face for many seconds. “Can he see me?” he wondered. The figure confirmed this as he began to circle him his gun and face poised at him. He suddenly realised who he was looking at. He had played as this character again and again in his favourite computer game. This was the mighty Trojan killer of the alien armies and he was reloading the strongest gun in the game “The Plasma Cannon”.
Rakuga leapt up and ran. “Run Rakuga run!” he cried to himself. The sound of a fired hot plasma being ejected from a Plasma Cannon whistled into his ears. The plasma in question flew over his shoulders and disintegrated into the wall. Rakuga threw himself behind the wall.
“Should have shot the b****r when I had the chance” Ali said to himself. He hit the reload button. “It’s time to die my friend!” He threw his character round the corner and hit the fire button. Hot plasma flew from the gun and burnt a pot plant in front of him. “Where did he go?” he asked himself. He scanned the area but there was no sign of him.
Rakuga tried to catch his breath behind a wall. He had just watched a pot plant vanish into several small pieces. He dreaded to think what the gun would do to him if it collided with him at the very same speed. He needed a weapon. He scanned the floor for any weapons but found none. Heavy footsteps sounded around the corner. He took one deep breath and ran down the other way. It was a narrow alleyway with barb wire on each sides and bordered up windows. The corridor seemed to have no end. He just hoped he wouldn’t be seen. As he ran down it the alleyway got darker and darker. He tripped over some badly laid stones and hit the ground with a big smack. He couldn’t move his leg and was in tremendous pain. Back down the alleyway from where he came stood Trojan with plasma cannon in hand, pointed towards him. He tried to jump up but couldn’t move.
“He he!” Ali laughed “Easy kill – defenceless enemy. What a great touch!” He clicked the fire button on the mouse. The loud harsh sound of the plasma cannon sounded and with a whiz hot plasma spiraled through the air towards Rakuga. Rakuga shut his eyes tight and waited. The sound got closer and closer and then slowly faded. Rakuga kept his eyes clutched close. There was the deafening sound of a ping. Rakuga opened his eyes to see a piece of hot plasma suspended in the air. The sound of an unidentifiable person repeated “Fatal Error, Fatal Error” again and again. Rakuga sighed a sigh of relief. “Thank God for Windows 95!” he cried to himself. “Thank God it is so unstable!”
There was a flicker. White light blinded Rakuga. He awoke to the sound of loud music reverberating from the kitchen into his study where he lay on the floor. He looked at his mate who gaped at him. “Hi” Rakuga said through short quick breaths “You nearly killed me you prat! ”
The computer hummed in the background and the monitor flickered.