The Turf Wars Files: Document 1A
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Turf Lord signing in. I only have so much time, but hopefully I'll be able to finish this story before they find us again. Forgive if it's rushed, I just need to warn you all. MeanFreePath is not what you think it is. Here I go.
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I awoke with a start with a blinding headache ripping apart my skull. I clutched my head viciously. Immediately, a jagged slicer of pain cut through my brain as my eyes opened to a bright white room. I quickly mashed my eyes shut, holding the back of my head in my hands and curling into a ball until the pain subsides. Eventually, my headache calmed and I hesitantly opened my eyes again. Once they adjusted to the light, I saw a beautiful woman before me.
Her golden hair spilled over her shoulders in molten streams of honey and her deep blue eyes twinkled with kindness. With a warm smile, she offered me her hand.
As we shook hands, she introduced herself;
"Hello, nice to meet you. I am Beauty."
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I gasped. Could this be THE Beauty?
"Congratulations! You have been chosen to compete here at the Complex! But this isn't what y you would think of a Turf Wars competition, this doesn't take place in the virtual world. The app was only the beginning." -
"I apologize for that nasty headache you just had, but it is just an unpleasant symptom of the serum we had to inject into your bloodstream to complete the change— I realize this sounds like something out of a bad movie, but I assure you it's fine."
She was right too, that sounded awful. I felt the start of something in my gut then—Indigestion? I wish, this feeling was much worse, much more of a 'Get the hell out of there' feeling. -
But I dismissed the feeling as being too paranoid and followed Beauty down the bright white hallway into an even brighter white laboratory-looking room. Futuristic monitors, computers, machines and the like crowded the room. She showed me the readings on some of the monitors (None of which I understood) and explained that Turf Wars was Phase One in the MeanFreePath inc.'s newest experiment. I guess in hindsight this should have sounded a tad suspicious, but at the time I thought nothing of it. She went on to explain how the game taught strategy through the map, teamwork through alliances, the forums, and Palringo, (Which, oddly enough, is a division of MeanFreePath Inc) and the endless hours of code punching to add a little... Well, a little something special; it increased out mind capacity for things; made us stronger, faster, smarter, and gave us some handy little powers, which I'll get into later.
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She droned on like this for an hour, talking about how MeanFreePath was now the world's 3rd largest company in the world, how certain machines worked, and other things. At first the conversation was interesting, but eventually it became stake and I zoned out, staring off into space. After she was done talking, she brought me out into the hallway and we walked up to a large steel door. It was covered in beautiful engravings and patterns with intricate stonework on either side of it. In front of it stood two guards, each carrying guns unfamiliar to me, but I was sure they weren't any normal guns; normal guns weren't made of chrome with an orb of swirling crystal blue inside of them.
As I eyed the gun, Beauty waved at the guards and they stepped aside and saluted as the doors swung open. -
Before me was a cavernous room full of long tables with Turf Wars players eating, joking, gambling, and having fun. Laughter echoed throughout the hall, to the high arched ceiling above, to the stone and oaken walls, to the wide open windows with their luxurious handmade curtains, and off of the shining marble floor.
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As I stood awestruck, Beauty began to speak; "Quite a sight isn't it?" She said with pride, "It took years to build this complex and billions of dollars.
"You can do as you like in this hall for as long as you wish, however I must insist you log in some time at the Training Guild. After all, we can't have our recruits for the Bold Adventurous Dynasty initiate getting soft, can we now?"
She smiled coldly.
"Just remember; B.A.D is good." -
I bet he read the maze runners, "wicked is good"😉
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I smiled nervously as a knot formed in my stomach. After a few moments more of talk, she and I parted ways. I wandered into the hall, scanning the crowd for faces I knew. There weren't many. After all, how could I know their faces? I'd never had face-to-face conversations with any of them. Yet, as I looked around I began to feel a subconscious connection between all of us. Like some kind of telekinetic mumbo-jumbo. Weird. Names were beginning to form, but I still saw no one familiar. I scanned the room again. Still no one—wait. There, against the wall, having a smoke; Benny. I smiled a little bit and walked over to him.
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For a second he look at me like I was crazy. (There's an idea; maybe I'm crazy and this is all in my head) But after a moment his face lit with recognition.
"Turflord! How you doing?" He said as we shook hands.
We talked for a while then, about nothing of importance, but after a while, during a long pause in conversation, he began to speak in a hushed tone;
"What'd you think of this place? Gives me the creeps. I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched, observed and experimented on like mice."
I nodded. Something was a little off, I just couldn't place my finger on it. -
He went on, "And their story is off too. They keep talking like we're in the future; 'MeanFreePath is *now* one of the biggest companies in the world.' Little things like that. And not to mention how high-tech everything is. Did you see that lab?" He whistled, "They're selling us bullshit and somehow making us buy! It's like being brainwashed, but not so much that you suspect anything. Juuuuust enough to make us like putty in their hands..."
One of the guards who patrolled the facility began moving closer. Benny eyed him. "See ya later TL. You should check out the Training Guild. It's pretty sweet.".
With that we both split up and wandered away before the guard could get closer. -
I wandered around the hall, trying
to lose the guard who suddenly took an interest to me. After a half an hour I felt I'd lost him. I saw a passageway larger than the rest on the other side of the hall and walked over, curious.
'Training Guild,'
Was written in gold above the hallway.
So this was the Training Guild I'd heard about from Benny and Beauty.
After a moment's hesitation, I started down the passage. I quickly came to a huge set of open oaken doors with guards beside it. I strolled through it and came out onto a large balcony overlooking an arena filled with players training. -
They drilled punches into training dummies, fired arrows at bright red targets, lifted huge weights, and dodged, ducked, and rolled through obstacle courses. But these were only the normal things the Training Guild had to offer. Players blasted plasma fire into targets from futuristic rifles, imploded barrels from across the room with their minds and charred each other with jets of fire that erupted from their palms. I scanned the Guild for familiar faces. There, in one of the fighting circles; Aeolus and Darken Rahl were fighting viciously.
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Aeolus hacked at Darken with a golden sword, each slash causing an explosion of lightning that lit the room. slash slash slash Darken gave ground before Aeolus's onslaught. Just as it seemed he would be taken down, he brought a shadowy cloak out of thin air to enshrouded himself with. Aeolus's next slash was deflected to the side by the cloak. Aeolus stumbled and Darken pushed his advantage. He brought down his war hammer on Aeolus's skull once, twice, three times it clashed against his helmet, the blows ringing out like church bells. As they circled the ring, eying each other while regaining their breath, I wondered. How were they not dying? Those hits were vicious, surely deadly. As they began fighting again a got my answer. When Darken's hammer came down on Aeolus's knee, I saw it sink into a thin force field that liner his body.
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Yay!!! Awesome and I can't wait for the rest!👏👏👏
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He'll be back later
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Great. Very creative
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Good writing man. Im writing a book right now.
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Holy crap. One of the best threads ive ever read! I don't even read books and you have me hooked!!! Please keep it coming!!!
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Agreed with the rest of them turf lord. Excellent read.
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Very maze runner-esque, and I mean that as a compliment of the highest degree. I loved those books, and this thread is amazing right now. Keep it coming!! 👍
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ƦɛʂîʂϮąɳƈέ🔥💢👣 wrote:
I knew some one would catch it right down to bad(wicked) is goodVery maze runner-esque, and I mean that as a compliment of the highest degree. I loved those books, and this thread is amazing right now. Keep it coming!! 👍
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Ʀɑƶɵʀвɑʗĸ🔥💢👣 wrote:
Oh yeah, I was thinking about the maze runner as soon as he mentioned futuristic weird guns and weird white hallway lol.ƦɛʂîʂϮąɳƈέ🔥💢👣 wrote:
I knew some one would catch it right down to bad(wicked) is goodVery maze runner-esque, and I mean that as a compliment of the highest degree. I loved those books, and this thread is amazing right now. Keep it coming!! 👍
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ƦɛʂîʂϮąɳƈέ🔥💢👣 wrote:
Those are awesome books though I nearly 💩 myself in the first oneƦɑƶɵʀвɑʗĸ🔥💢👣 wrote:
Oh yeah, I was thinking about the maze runner as soon as he mentioned futuristic weird guns and weird white hallway lol.ƦɛʂîʂϮąɳƈέ🔥💢👣 wrote:
I knew some one would catch it right down to bad(wicked) is goodVery maze runner-esque, and I mean that as a compliment of the highest degree. I loved those books, and this thread is amazing right now. Keep it coming!! 👍
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Ah, so the Training Guild wouldn't be a possibly deadly experience. That'd be good information to have.
I watched them duel for 15 more minutes before they stopped, sitting on a bench with sweat pouring from their foreheads. My eyes searched over the Guild and found a small smithy nestled in a corner. Curious, I found the stairs and descended them, heading for the blacksmith. I reached it shortly and entered via one of its archway entrances. A wizened old man stood at the furnace, beating a sword out on an anvil. When he saw me, he hurriedly finished his work and turned to me, "Ye be a new face, boy. Yer a first timer here at the Guild?" -
I nodded my head, "Yessir."
He bobbed his head up and down thoughtfully, "Well you'll need a weapon then. Whaddayou take a fancy to?" He said, gesturing to a rack of swords, axes, bows, spears, and the like. I gazed at it, my brow knit in concentration. This was a big choice; this would be my signature weapon here at the Complex.
Eventually my eye settled on a long steel staff tucked away in the corner of the armory.
"What's this?" I asked.
He smiled knowingly, "Why don't you pick it up and find out?"
Puzzled, I reached for it.
Sword.
The thought appeared in my head just before I grabbed it. I grasped the staff and too my great surprise it instantly morphed into a beautifully made silver sword.
My expression must have been pretty comical, because the Smith was laughing heartily, tears rolling down his cheeks. -
Wiping his face dry, he said, "Well lad, that Shift Staff seems to be the weapon for you! Not everyone can make it change like that!"
He explained how, by thinking of what I wanted it to change to, I could make it become whatever I wanted. Soon I was on my way out into the Guild to explore it further.
I spotted a small field of training dummies up ahead. I headed towards it, eager to test out my new weapon. Once I reached it, I stood at its center, feet spread out and my Staff, now a longsword, at the ready. In a flurry, I slashed out at them, lopping off heads and limbs. I twirled and spun for a long while, dancing this deadly dance, until I had to stop and rest, my breath heaving desperately. -
Suddenly I felt a presence, a sense in the back of my head. I turned around to check it out and saw a figure in the shadows leaning against an archery target.
"Hello?"
I said,
"Who are you?"
"'Ello," he said, coming forward to shake my hand, "Galbatorix's the name," he pumped my hand firmly, "You must be Turf Lord. Pretty good with a blade, aren't you?"
I nodded humbly, "Galb! How ya been?!"
We talked for a while, then Galb asked, " What to you say to a little sparring, huh?"
"Sure." I said and we walked to the nearest unoccupied fighting circle.
We squared off, and this time I morphed my Staff into a dual bladed pole-like weapon. I spun it around my head a few times, warming up before I brought it back to my side.
Galbatorix brought his thin bladed longsword out of its scabbard, slicing the air a few times in lighting quick arches and loops. -
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
We lunged at each other, our weapons smashing together with a resounding clang. He stabbed for my throat, [static] — I jabbed— [static]
Dammit...[buzzing] Power's failing.. [more static]
I've got to go, [violent static] I'll—[buzzing] —Later.
[transmission interrupted. Please standby] -
(to be continued.)
If you have any suggestions, ideas, or just want to be in the story, contact me on Palringo.
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