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Post by kelik on Jul 8, 2013 17:22:28 GMT -5
It's no secret that Japan loves their video games, every local arcade is hot on a weekend. It's especially hot this Friday, as a pair of kids were playing on a mecha/flight combat game. "Ha! Too slow, loser!" Said a young man, tailing a young man's fighter jet with his own mech. "...." The young boy kept flying along, ignoring his attempts. "Tch, just admit it, I gotcha!" He fired at him. And he smirked. "Heh!" With a wide flip, the young boy's jet ended up behind him. "What?!" "Gotcha!" The jet transformed into a mecha and fired out at the other one's head, blowing it off. "GAAAH!" WIN! And the people were in awe at that turn around, but the young boy took his helmet off groaning. "Tch, I almost had you, man..." The young boy took his helmet off, and smirked. "Yeah, yeah. But almost doesn't cut it..." He held his hand out. "So, about that bet?" "Tch, cheeky, aren't ya?" He put some cash in his hand. "I'll be back next week, Kaz..." "And the king will be waitin'." He laughed a bit as the crowd cleared. "...another boring match. Ah well, I got some mad money, I ain't complaining..." He started to enter his name in the top score section: "Bullet Striker". "...aaand done."
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Post by kelik on Jul 11, 2013 18:20:54 GMT -5
(guuuuess I'll do a time skip) Closer to the end of the night, the arcade was closing up. And the boy was one of the last ones in to leave. He got out of his seat and put his hand on the console. "...wonder what the real thing is like." He said, and turned. "H.hey!" "?" He blinked and looked around. "...who?" "Over here!" The voice came from the game screen. "...." He turned to it and saw the plane flying about. "...uhhh?" "Whoa! I actually found someone!? Oh great!" "...." He backed away from the screen, looking staggered. "W.wait! WAIT! Don't leave! I need your help!" "Yeah, I'm going crazy...long day..." "No, you're not! I'm real...well, sorta...I mean...I need your help!" "...." He still looked baffled. "Really? You're still not gonna believe me? Come on...I need someone to help my village or we'll be destroyed!" "Uuuuh...huh?" "Just go with me on this." "Why?" His eyes narrowed. "I'm desperate here...now please, help. I don't know how long I can keep this up...just put your hand on the screen..." "...ok, now I know this is some kinda prank. Sorry, I ain't buyin' what you're sellin'." He waved his hand and walked along. "...alright then, time for a desperate move..." Suddenly, a cord from a game machine lashed out in Kazuma's way. "!" He gasped and tripped over it, stumbling toward the game monitor. "W.WHOA!" As soon as he planted his hand on it, he was absorbed in.
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