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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Boned
"Igh... bullshit," said Kusardo's player to the screen, taking off his headset and dropping it on the table. "What the hell was that all about?"
He remains staring at the screen, noticing that he's not completely offline from the Altimit network server. Might as well check the Board to see what's going on.
Posted on 2009-03-15 at 17:52:59.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Victory Near
Kusardo briefly noticed Sara's display and the charming effect it had on one of the lizard men, just before suffering a blow from his present foe. His character reeled back, but soon returns the blow with his own. "Good hit, but not nearly enough!" he says as he does a wide swipe across its abdomen.
(What's my character's max combo number again? three?)
Posted on 2008-11-03 at 03:34:39.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Ikuze!
"I've got this one," said Kusardo, indicating the lizard-thing he hit by charging towards it. He initiates a power attack by leaping above his opponent and bringing down his epic claymore weapon.
Posted on 2008-11-03 at 01:53:08.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Revelation of the Plot
Kusardo sighed half between relief and restless stress. It was clear this was something he was already aware of but failed to understand, despite much mental struggling to make sense of it all. Now that he's been given a more broad picture of the situation, he seemed a little less edgy and closed. He lifted himself from the wall and stood straight, still regarding the Gho and Rei with a less serious face.
"So... I guess that means I haven't gone insane yet. Not that I intended to over what until recently was just a game...but to be honest, the way you recited that poem made me feel like I was listening to a prologue before the main quest."
A brief pause allowed him to imagine the familiar feeling of inserting a role-playing game into a Super Famicom console and watching the game unfold on the television screen. It was a cherished memory that lent him a positive and youthful energy in the midst of this revolutionary experience. However, he made no effort to try and forget the sound of Kiku's scream as it echoed into his reverie, reminding him of the far grander enormity of this situation. It reminded him that he wasn't playing a game for himself anymore, and whether he liked it or not, someone's life has been trapped in this surreal limbo, and something has to be done to set her free.
"What could she want with 'Corbenik', then," Kusardo posed the question. "Do you think Maera would have anything to do with the Cursed Wave that the poem talks about?"
Posted on 2008-10-20 at 04:53:40.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Naming Names
Kusardo nodded to Rei. "An undeveloped A.I. ... a difficult lead is better than no lead at all. I want to know as much as I can gather about Maera."
He leaned his back against the far wall of the @home, opposite from the Lightning siblings and just across from the door. He looked at the door for a moment, thinking about something, and then began to recite the names that Maera used when they all met. "Skeith," he began with 'his' name, "Tarvos, Gorre, Corbenik. Where do those names come from, and why did Maera call us those?"
Kusardo knew what Skeith felt like in him, that it was a sort of separate entity conserved as a dormant embryo somewhere in his consciousness. However, that's as far as his understanding stretched.
Posted on 2008-10-18 at 05:41:57.
Edited on 2008-10-18 at 05:51:36 by Serge
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Irrevocably Convenient
[.hack//SIGN: Fear]
The CyberConnect Corporation; he remembered the deleted messages from The Board when people would talk about Maera. Whether or not he was undoubtedly convinced about Kiku's situation in the real world seemed to be brushed aside when Rei mentioned CC Corp.
"That wouldn't be first time," he began. "CC Corp has been removing people's messages on the BBS concerning what areas Maera has been found in recently. It was one of your threads," said Kusardo addressing Gho and Rei, "that a System Admin shut down because of excessive messages with sensitive material; one of those messages was from Maera."
Despite his previous reluctance, Kusardo now began to show signs of eager and sincere interest in the present irregularities of The World. "Maera wants something from us... and when she saw that she was about to lose Kiku, she somehow reached past the barriers of this game and trapped her here to ensure she stayed. That might mean that she would do the same to us if we show such signs of hesitation."
Motionless he stood there, leaning on his broadsword in idle contemplation. He remembered their first encounter with the winged player, whose legendary strength would have meant nothing in the real world before this week. He felt again the creeping and surreal foreboding in the depths of his senses of something incubating in his mind; the seed that seemed to link him to The World more closely than his FMD alone could immerse him. The sensation, like a heart twice the size of his own, emanated strongest when he placed the visor on his head and interacted as his character Kusardo; a pulsating virtual symbiote whose otherworldly and foreign presence sickened him to his stomach with each intense recall.
He remained like that, stoney in composure, until he spoke up once again, "I can't think of any other option than to do as she says... but there are some more things I want to find out about first. Twin Lightning," he called to Gho and Rei, no longer distinguishing between them, "do you remember the thread title "Maera's Wings"? In it, one of the characters called Sakura said she was PK'ed in a specific area, but wasn't allowed to share the area keywords on the BBS. All she was able to say was that "The Enigmatic" was indicated on her screen when she was killed. We may want to ask her for the area names and anything else she can tell us; and while we're at it, see if we can get into contact with the user that has the irregular username who got her message deleted in your first or second thread. It was something along the lines of "O'Re-allna", if you were to try sounding it out."
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 22:59:39.
Edited on 2008-10-18 at 04:17:55 by Serge
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Affirming the Intent
"Hmph..."
Kusardo seemed to be processing the situation as they spoke. Gho and Rei proposed that the only lead they had to mending Kiku's situation was Maera: the one who put her there. Throwing out any possible out-of-The-World intervention, that was the most logical course of action to take, but what about the risks? Maera has already demonstrated herself as a formidable Player Character, A.I. or not, so even if meeting her were provided, they were in no position to bargain. They are at her mercy.
"The next logical question we could ask is what Maera wants with Kiku, and with all of us," began the virtual sword master. "Taking into account what we've recently experienced, as well as the reality of the coma victims, whatever is going around behind the curtain potentially involves everyone, and the only way I see we can peek behind that curtain is through Maera. She has the knowledge we need to know, and that means we're liable. We are at her mercy until we obtain a formidable amount of leverage."
Kusardo passed his gaze over Kiku and fixed them between Gho and Rei before continuing, "I don't want any of you to misunderstand. I could care less about playing this game if I see I am nothing more than a puppet for someone's whims. Maybe there's something important going on her, and maybe's there's not. I don't know, but I'm not at all willing to waste my time. I want some proof that I can go on."
His last statement fell gradually over the cat-eared cleric, and he tempered his firm tone gently as he asked her, "Kiku, can you tell me where you live in the real world? I live in Tokyo, Japan."
Posted on 2008-10-17 at 19:33:30.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Different Perspective
She feels... the texture of my character? I didn't know there was texture to a virtual character. Shouldn't she just feel nothing?
Baffled as he was, he could hardly deny his senses. Kiku was acting like a real person beyond the bounds or rules of how characters are supposed to act. She looked too natural.
Kusardo took a corner of the @home to himself and sat down in contemplation. This had never happened before, and it shocked him, but he hid the feeling under a mask of pensive composure. What would they do now? Is this really just an elaborate trick for a new player like himself? Even after what he's witnessed and experienced up until now, the player behind Kusardo still had the nerve to suggest that somehow, somewhere, these people are laughing at him and wasting his time. That was a possibility that seemed the most logical while at the same time the most infuriating of all: that he'd been made to concern himself with a fantasy that bore the illusion of meaning... but was really just a clever farce.
But why go through all of the trouble? Would these siblings, Gho and Rei, and perhaps even Kiku, really go through these lengths to cheat a new character like him? Maybe. Maybe they would ask him to embark on a quest to save her, at the end of which he would discover that it was nothing more than an excuse for attention or a plan to steal from him his time and anything he might build up his character with, like gold or special items. Perhaps they would get him "Data Drain" too, whatever that could really mean. The thought of such a convoluted conspiracy made his mind twist with cynical sentiment.
After about five minutes of contemplating while they spoke amongst themselves, he finally got up and addressed all three of them. "Okay. What do we do? If she really is a disembodied ghost in the machine, then how can we return her to her real body? Do you have any idea?"
Posted on 2008-10-16 at 21:01:30.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Now The World is Real
The news was unsettling, and now his preoccupied thoughts had been confirmed. Before him, sitting down in a virtual world spread out invisibly over the country from a number of computer servers, was an unfortunate girl who was recently estranged from her own body and trapped here. It seemed like an impossibility out of wild science fiction, but there was the proof, sitting there, looking like she awaited a grim fate of death or eternal limbo. Either that, or this was the greatest prank ever perpetrated in a game.
Kusardo had questions; there was no doubt about that. What does this mean, what should be done? But he had to be certain about one thing first. The player behind Kusardo walked over to Kiku and, pressing a few buttons on his game controller, attempted to interact with her.
"Kiku," he reached out to take her hand, "what do you feel?"
Posted on 2008-10-16 at 16:41:09.
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Topic: Kaelyn's Possible Down Time
Subject: Balance, now!
Get rest when you need to, Kaelyn, and avoid burnouts. Doing a lot of stuff can be a fun endurance-training sorta thing, but don't let it get the better of you.
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 04:28:25.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: So She's All Right
(Ha ha, that's funny. A game of go)
"Kiku," he said, "so... you're all right."
The feeling returned as he looked at the rejuvenated Harvest Cleric, despite the comforting quaintness of the old-Asian-styled @home. It stifled his words and seemed to tug at his voice, like a younger sibling pulling in the opposite direction. The balk made him sound awkward, and as he looked at Kiku's character, who seemed more lively than an artificial game should convey, he felt the creeping sense that The World was much larger and more real than he had so conveniently conceived. The feeling led to apprehension, not only of what would happen, but whether or not he would be willing to see this mystery, this new 'adventure', to the very end.
What role would he be willing play, if any at all?
Looking at her face, Kusardo allowed to forget his troublesome thoughts and take comfort in her friendship. It would at least be a temporary relief from his cold musings.
Kusardo smiled faintly. "I'm glad you're all right..." he said, sounding as if he planned to say something else but decided to leave it alone.
Posted on 2008-09-09 at 01:55:14.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Forget Skeith
It was now 7:48 PM, and the apartment was no longer empty. The young man entered and locked the door behind him before strolling into the small kitchen area. He let down his things, books and backpack and all, and opened the refrigerator just beside the stove. Fishing around in the side door, he removed a large rectangle-shaped object wrapped in foil and candy wrap. It was a large bar of chocolate he had left to chill; very dark chocolate. Removing the wrapper, he snapped off a piece and stuck it in his mouth, savoring the cold hard sweetness of the treat with each popping munch. Placing the bar back, he closed it and made his way upstairs.
He entered the bedroom, still bathed in a dark orange and golden yellow where the window allowed; the rest were faint corners of shadows. Sighing, he sat down in front of his computer and pressed the power button on the tower, meanwhile emptying his pocket of cell phone and a paper pad with pencil. The screen displayed visual flashes of data and processes in the deep BIOS before showing his Altimit OS desktop. From there, he hovered his mouse tentatively to activate The World with a click.
It wasn't until about 8:20 that he logged in as his newly born avatar, the Edge Punisher Kusardo, at the Chaos Gate of Reborn City Lia Fail. He chose to ignore what he felt the last time he logged in, for the time being. He didn't think Kiku suffered as ill a fate as would have seemed, assuming that she is alive and well despite what Rei said. Looking to his side, he found the pensive form of Twin Lightning sitting on a bench near the Gate.
"Hey," he said simply, "why do you look so somber? You look out of place in a game like this."
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 21:15:17.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Undecisive Decision
[Now Playing: Yuki Kajiura - Interlude]
It was halfway between noon and dusk. The day was orange outside as the eyelids of night crept slowly across the sky, approaching the twilight. It was a serene beauty that preluded the peace of a night's slumber, only amplified by the height at which it is observed.
At a table that adjoined the window of a library sat a young man staring into a laptop monitor, a large notebook opened at its side. The light from mid-evening illuminated the desk well enough without the ceiling lights, and the rest of the 7th floor remained quieter than the oncoming night.
Across from him sat a young woman in casual business attire reading a novel. Her hair shone a golden auburn in the red-orange and yellow shades of diminishing sunlight, and on her plain-sized nose sat a pair of onyx-rimmed glasses. Occasionally she looked up at the young man whose face was obscured by the monitor, only allowing his messy brown hair to poke above it. Given her appearance, one might assume she was either a girlfriend, a young mother, or perhaps a tutor; in fact, however, she was the young man's older sister.
"You know," she spoke lowly to him, lowering the book from her face, "you look a little more tired than usual. Want to take a break?"
The young man looked up at her and said, "Uh, no, I'm not that tired. I'll finish this up before the day's over."
"Mmm, all right," she acknowledged, lifting the book back to her face. "Sure you don't have something too heavy on that mind of yours?"
"Heh... no. Not yet, anyways."
The young woman smiled. "It's been a long day for the both of us. Let's have a coffee later once you're finished, k?"
"K," he replied, "that sounds good."
The time showed 6:30 PM at the lower edge of the screen. There were two windows opened in the center, one on top of the other. The first was too obscured to determine what it was, but the second was an email browser. The latest message showed to be from Twin Lightning.
"Hey, sis," he asked, "when was the last time you had a break these two weeks?"
The sister looked up, furrowing her brows and mouth in recollection. "Umm... actually, Sunday was my only free day, thank goodness. We hung out, remember?"
The young man recalled. "Oh, that's right. We went to the game room for a bit, and then the coffee shop." He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning back and forth across the computer screen. He asked again, "Um... what'd you do after that?"
"Oh, I played The World for the night. I'm loving my Twin Blade character right now. Why do you ask, by the way?"
He replied with a shrug, "Oh... no reason. Just wondering what I'll do for the night."
He closed the laptop with a sigh of relief. "Done."
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 20:28:16.
Edited on 2008-09-04 at 20:31:21 by Serge
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Forget Maera
He lies on his bed. The small bedroom of the apartment is tinged softly with moonlight from behind the dormant computer monitor. Nothing stirs but the sound of his whispering voice.
"Your area."
That was the subject line of the email. Already his disordered thoughts were collected into a central focus.
"'Who', you should know already."
Skeith was all that came to mind. Ever since re-entering The World, there was no one more suddenly important than he was.
"'What' is not important."
Perhaps not, he answered in silence.
"'When' is not important."
Naturally, he responded once again.
"'Why' is not important."
That's not good enough, he contested. But then again, this is supposed to be a game, right?
"It's your choice... What is my choice," he wondered aloud. "What do you expect me to do?"
What should I do, was what he really wanted to ask, though. Thoughts flooded in surrounding Kiku's fate, and he asked himself the meaning of what he saw. He couldn't think of anything as he stared up at his ceiling, and then out the window past his feet. Again, he asked, Why did she scream? But nothing answered him besides dismissive disbelief. Instead, he decided to ask himself why he should even bother to ask. A game is a game, and it's nothing more than that. An MMORPG like The World is bound by the same rules of what a game is versus real life... but none of them could explain what he felt an hour ago.
The blue LED light of his desk-clock read "1:02 AM".
"I don't know what's going on," he said to himself, "but I don't intend to be led on like some dumb sheep. I'm not going to let this game play me for a fool... and neither will I let you, Maera."
His eyelids shut, and with it his world into the black forest of sleep.
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 02:56:39.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Blurring
Kusardo seemed to stare at Twin Lightning as the girl behind the character explained. He then turned to look at Kiku, who looked to him a lot like someone suffering a heart attack while their very life essence seemed to erode away at an accelerated pace; it was freakish and unsettling in the realism of The World, and he felt the line between that and reality blur and dissolve in his experience. Behind his graphical character's solid, somber, and serious face, the player ... simple didn't know what to think, and so thought almost nothing.
"I'm ... going to log out," he said in his simple tone. And with that, his character disappears in a flutter of blue rings.
Posted on 2008-08-30 at 05:07:38.
Edited on 2008-08-30 at 18:44:15 by Serge
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE Q&A
Subject: Noted
Noted and editted, Reralae. Thanks.
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 01:18:52.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Kiku!
Kusardo ran to where Kiku lay quickly, suggesting an air of urgency in his wake. He had forgotten that this was supposed to be a game.
"Kiku! Are you all right? What..."
Before he asked the next question, he realized how silly he must be sounding. The player felt like he was completely immersed in the game, and the scene that transpired before them was a real and frightening occurrence. He let go of his controller for a moment and exercised his kinesthesis, feeling his fingers move outside of the virtual game world. The experience was surreal, having to realize that you're not really inside The World, but rather outside of it controlling your character with a controller. Even though he knew that he had the controller in his hands, it seemed that he simply forgot the controller existed.
After the awkward pause, Kusardo began to move again. A sigh could be heard from the PC body, and the avatar of the Edge Punisher sooned followed with speech. "All right," spoke the player through Kusardo in a mild tone, "what's the big deal, here, huh? Why does Maera want her?"
Posted on 2008-08-27 at 00:44:48.
Edited on 2008-08-27 at 01:18:21 by Serge
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Mission Complete?
[~ .hack//SIGN Soundtrack - Limits ~]
"What... the hell?" Kusardo gasped in wonder and bewilderment. For an instant, he felt like he was actually wielding a pole-arm with his body rather than pressing a button on a controller. Wait, a pole-arm? Where in the hell did that come from? He's supposed to be using a giant freaking broadsword, not a pole-arm! The same thing would happen to Kiku and Kimono, and he would be none the wiser upon witnessing it, only concluding that he's not alone. Finally, the complete Twin Lightning returned to deliver the final blow on the madly floating Gorre in a display that was another new sight for him. Whatever he had done, it wasn't any normal spell or skill. The best description for it was some sort of hacking tool manifested in the game as an impressive, but unlisted attack.
Try as he might, the confused and enthralled player couldn't wrap his head around this strange occurence. Remembrance of that name, "Skeith", came up quickly in his efforts. Surely "it" was the one responsible for his sudden switch in weapons; it felt like a rank and devilish imp that stole rest in his body, drowning out the sound of his heart with it's own dark, foreboding heartbeat.
His body... but, which one? The one inside the game, or the one wearing the FMD? It seemed that,beyond any sort of logical reason, he was fully conscious in both of them; that is, fully aware and in control of his digital avatar as well as his physical body. How that could be was a mind-boggling problem. The only things connecting him to the game were a virtual reality headset and a controller, nothing more! There wasn't an electronic spike or a USB port embedded in his skull. Without either of those things tethering him directly to the electrical inner workings of his computer, there was no way he could transfer his consciousness--his self-awareness--into a graphically generated body. It was impossible, or at least it would be, unless he's being made to think that it isn't somehow. But how, and for what purpose?
No answers came. He was between the choice of standing there, searching his mind for some cryptic and hidden answer, and moving himself to find the answer elsewhere. In any case, if he didn't move, he would end up at the mercy of the terribly powerful Maera... and the thought trailed off. He knew too little to expect what the worst of such an encounter would be; but nevertheless, he had experienced far more in The World now than ever before this night.
[~.hack//Extra Soundtrack - Attack 07 & Bridge 01 (Battle Intro and Battle Theme)~]
Just as he was about to make a move, the pained cry of Azure Kite pierced the air like a fire alarm, freezing him in his place for a moment. "Azure Kite," he uttered, "... sounds like he needs some help. Think you can lend a hand with that new power, Twin Lightning, or are we really going to run?"
Kusardo didn't look particularly thrilled about jumping into the fray against Maera, but neither was he totally resigned to leave the mysterious trio to fight this foe alone. He was still shaken by all that had transpired on his little quest but he chose to be firm against it. If he had a good reason to stay and none to leave, then he would do just that.
Posted on 2008-08-22 at 04:02:27.
Edited on 2008-08-22 at 04:03:28 by Serge
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Second Thoughts
He quickly forgot his reluctance when he heard the cry from Azure Kite. Maera was hot on their heels, and if they wanted to stand a chance against her, then they had to have the odds in their favor. This wishful thinking, however was taken with a grain of salt; if those three presumably high-level characters aren't fairing so well against her now, then what did that say about his team's chances?
"Gho! Rei! You have my support. Get him where I stop him!"
Kusardo decided to give himself the benefit of the doubt. As quickly as his data-based body could move, the galvanized Edge Punisher made his way ahead of Gorre's flight path and, waiting for the right moment, swung his heavy blade in front of him to block his path.
Posted on 2008-08-21 at 01:30:54.
Edited on 2008-08-21 at 01:31:48 by Serge
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Thrown into a Foreign Conflict
"Gorre the Machinator?"
It was the same name Maera called Gho and Rei Lightning; come to think of it, she also mentioned that there were "four others." The red words that proceeded them read something about "Phase 5", then "Gorre", and finally at the bottom, "The Machinator." Being familiar with games, this looked like the warning advisory that a boss battle was about to ensue, but what followed was like no boss encounter he had ever experienced.
It began with the glitched wall. At first, his hesitation was based on grounds of violating the game's rules and venturing into "hacker territory." This, in itself, was a new psychological experience, not unlike one's first snorkeling adventure in cold waters; you would be anxious about how long you could survive in such territories before either chickening out or having ill luck with your surroundings. Too bad it only foreshadowed a more unsettling event...
"They can't be destroyed? So we just have to defeat them, then, right?"
He would've been the first to strike until he had a second thought. Those that seek the power of the fifth... as in, Phase 5? Gorre the Machinator?
Kusardo recalled Gho Lightning saying something about searching for a "power" at this destination. At this point, he was beginning to have second thoughts about having ever agreed to going with them. If they do in fact achieve this "power" they're after, who's to say what they'll do to the party?
Damn. This is not looking good, thought Kusardo, expecting a baleful outcome from all of this. But, in any case, he was there now, and he could either log out or stick around for the finale, disappointing or not. It wouldn't matter, because this was nothing more than a game; and from the looks of things, a really weird one.
This would normally put all doubts aside for the somewhat cynical player behind Kusardo... but there was something that, let's say, more deeply immersed him into The World than ever before. Something that began when Maera called him Skeith, that can best be compared to what a mother would feel when her child kicks at the wall of its womb. There was something ... not physical, like an alien bursting through his stomach, but very similar. It was almost like there was another person waiting to take control of the actions he makes through Kusardo. More accurately, it was in Kusardo, and by some miracle he was now acutely aware of it as if he possessed Kusardo's digital body instead of his own. The sensation, or rather the awareness, was mind-boggling and beyond description, but... perhaps it had always existed, right back to the first time he donned the FMD and created his first Wavemaster character. He had always been immersed into the game, and that was part of why and how he enjoyed it; but now that he felt the genuine grip of fear and uncertainty in The World, his eyes had been opened to a truly different facet of this game's reality.
Kusardo spent his round guarding. Between this growing sense of hell breaking loose and a possible conspiracy on Twin Lightning's part, he wasn't sure what kind of move to make.
Posted on 2008-08-20 at 03:17:37.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Who the Hell's Skeith?
"I said," growled Kusardo lowly, "I'm not 'Skeith'." He didn't care one bit if this was Maera or not; he wasn't about to allow her to disrespect him with evasion. Nevertheless, he wasn't fool enough to try and fight her now, being only at level 5.
What the...? - was his next thought when he saw the three figures emerge from the door behind her. They were like no other characters he's ever seen, even in the old revisions. It was their eyes... he could see that they weren't normal at all. Actually, when he took stock of the rest of their appearance, they looked familiar... particularly the two characters on either side of the one Maera called "Azure Kite." He didn't remember their names, but he was certain he'd seen them before... a long time ago.
"Let's go!" called Rei Lightning.
Damn it, thought Kusardo. He wanted to see what would happen, but they stood in danger's way if they stayed. Reluctantly, he retreated with Kiku and Kimono through the blue doorway. Once the Twin Lightnings caught up with them, the Edge Punisher demanded sternly, "What happened back there?"
Posted on 2008-08-18 at 14:26:14.
Edited on 2008-08-19 at 04:30:52 by Serge
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE Q&A
Subject: No Problem
No problem. I'll just post what I said/did before I entered the portal for the record. ~.^
Things are looking interesting. I see I've been pegged as Skeith. :p
Posted on 2008-08-15 at 03:34:47.
Edited on 2008-08-15 at 03:35:42 by Serge
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Fast-Forwarding For the Win!
---Before Entering the Portal---
[Now Playing: See-Saw - .hack//SIGN - Obsession (Strings Version)]
"Power, huh? I thought you said we were just going to the Xi Server," said Kusardo. He didn't seem to buy what those two were rambling about: isn't this all just a game? What could they see beyond that portal that is so irremovable from memory? Would this game turn into some survival-horror adventure? Or would it just be some joke visual feed made to scare newbies? Either way, the player behind Kusardo was convinced without a doubt that The World is no more than a game, and what one doesn't want remembered can stay that way.
After Kiku made the comment about The World being "more than a game," the Edge Punisher expressed his skepticism unplayfully. "Hmph... ridiculous. A game is a game, and The World is no different. Thanks for the dungeon crawl," he said to Gho and Rei, "but I think you just wanna waste my time with this nonsense."
With that, Kusardo turned to leave, but then stopped when he heard what Kimono said upon entering the portal, which stood as nothing more than an aberration on the fabric of this trivial "World". To protect others from PKer's, huh? ... Sounds like a good goal, I guess. Too many think they can have fun by killing off newcomers ... but ... that's not my concern.
[1:05]
Kusardo started to feel confliction about passing this... 'chance' up. A chance to do what, he had no idea except to gain some vague 'Power' that the twins spoke of. The idea just sounded ridiculous to him, and nothing more than cheese to lure the unwitting rat into something he'll probably regret. He wanted nothing of that, but...
Goddamnit
Kusardo sighed. He turned around and, seeing that everyone except Kiku has gone, walked slowly to the portal. He stuck his hand towards it and... felt nothing. He removed his hand, and a look of disappointment grew on his realistic, graphic mask of a face. He closed his eyes and posed to his mind and heart an odd question.
But... what if there's more to it than what I'm seeing? What if... this is what I've always wanted... ?
He stood there for a moment, at a loss of what to do. A sound of memory quickly intervened in his troubled reverie, however, to snap him back into motion.Stop being a dummy and just do it. You can't get what you want by just worrying about it all day.
His brows furrowed with a new, serious look of determination, he let go of his meaningless tension with a sigh. Without another thought, the renewed newbie made the stride into the unknown of a world he was sure he knew all about. Colors rushed at him like a river breaking through a floodgate, and then... nothing. He woke up in a room with a dark path lit by an archway of blue fire staring him in the face, while another stood behind him unlit.
[3:29]
Kusardo whirled around in a sudden motion, and he was surprised to see Maera there floating before him. In fact, upon hearing her utter the name "Skeith" at him, he felt... weird. "What?" he uttered, and then, "...Skeith?" with a tone unlike that of attempting to recall a faded memory, or of responding to an incredulous accusation. It seemed to be a mix of both, as he was both confused and tense from Maera's words. He began to feel afraid...strangely.
"... No," he said, attempting to shake the feeling of confusion from his head. He stood up and whipped his broadsword over his shoulders, replying to Maera gravely, "Sorry, but I'm not 'Skeith'. You've got me confused with someone else. Would you leave us newbies alone, or is this place supposed to be 'for your eyes only' or some shit like that?" His tone grew a mild, but sharp tone of severity near the end of his words.
Posted on 2008-08-15 at 03:12:17.
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Topic: Moving- across town no big adventure...
Subject: Ah, so that's what you're up to
Have a fun move, Kaelyn, but be safe. I'll see ya in .hack//LIFE when you get back!
Posted on 2008-08-10 at 01:57:48.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Rebirth and Reminiscence
Kusardo walked on with a look of slightly more interest than before. In truth, the most enjoyable memories of his playtimes in The World were from R:1. Ironically, though, it was during a time of much trouble and disaster, both for The World and for people in generation. As well as for him.
Still, there is an undeniable charm about the first revision of The World that keeps bringing him back to it. Maybe it was the more dramatic, but varying background music with a strong Celtic influence... or perhaps the more medieval and outlandish areas that stood in stark contrast with the more industrialized look of R:2. He had long forgotten what those areas they were called, but they remained poignant places in his being that he often imagined returning to. Finally, though, it may be that in his youth, before there was so much trouble, his spirit felt free and adventurous as his imagination ran rampant, romping along through The World as if it were the very palpable manifestations of his heart's dreams. Quite simply, those were very good times... but beyond that, memory remains muddled, except for the fact that he was not allowed to play The World for a while on account of the 'incidents'.
"You've piqued my interest, Twin Lightning. I liked that first revision very much back then."
Posted on 2008-08-06 at 03:13:09.
Edited on 2008-08-06 at 03:17:14 by Serge
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