Nano Wrimo began yesterday. I am about 3000 words along. Here is a small excerpt from the beginning.
The young boy woke up. Where he was, he was not quite sure; his eyes were still glazed over. He soon noticed that he was moving; moving rather quickly actually. His eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the brightness all around him. Total confusion, then panic overcame this boy of only eleven years.
He tried to think, but thoughts didn’t come. Nothing came to him; eventually fear, but not much other than this blatant fear. He couldn’t remember what had happened to him, he couldn’t conceive of much, he couldn’t even remember his basic words. (Indescribable for text this is.) He did have a strange undefined emotion, fear; a normal feeling to him since this is the only thing in his mind experienced thus far.
He still sat in total oblivion and delirium for the next few hours because of the extreme light change. His eyes finally came to understanding (but not his memory). When they did, he quivered, and then screamed. What he had seen was a horrible sight; truly horrible indeed. He was in a bus resembling a basic school bus except the seats are removed. It seemed quite elongated and a bunch of hospital bed lie along the sides with the interior painted white. Everything in sight was this glowing white. Out the windows: white, the sheets on the beds: white, even the people occupying the seats had skin whiter than the mind can conceive. The glow was truly amazing; a blinding, beautiful, and still very atrocious sight.
The sound in this chamber of movement was very still; still as the sound anywhere could possibly get. The temperature was extremely comfortable. Shocking it was. It was a glee of death, the environment this oblivious kid woke up in. He stared around like a newborn child. He cried. This meant nothing to him, of course.
The people all around him all opened their eyes. The eyes of these empty shells were what we would conceive as the scariest thing in our lives, but to he didn’t even do anything as small as a flinch. The people stood up from their beds in order after pushing away their sheets, revealing they were all naked and of no particular gender. The boy just lay still; tears streaming. The empty shells approached him at different speeds as to all reach him at the same time. The boy of eleven stopped his crying because of mysterious instinct.
The peoples’ veins all started to bulge out of their skin. Their bald heads finally gave way to the first color the boy would have in his new memory, that of blue. The veins wove themselves together over the boy joining all of the empty shells together right over the boy’s belly button. Out of nowhere, the boy started to groan, then pass out. An umbilical cord started to emerge out of the previous scar. The cord reached up to meet with the entangled veins; a truly remarkable sight this was to the common bystander, no of which existed.
When the boy regained consciousness, he had sense for the first time in an unknown world. He reacted quick; very quick. It was faster than the average human being would normally react. He darted his body into an upright position. He was now in the middle of a place best described as a wasteland. Sand filled the ground in this place, but there were mysterious black objects streaking across the horizon. They looked smeared with lines coming off of them. He was fully dressed up in roughly woven hemp clothing. A sword of large dimensions lay at his side. A passerby would assume him a great warrior. The weirdest part of all was his age. He appeared to have aged many years since he last has consciousness. He was now a man; a man of his twenties. A man, according to a carving in his sword, named Vilo.
Vilo picked up his sword with great skill and started to walk. His memories from the strange experience on the bus were still with him. These memories, although faint, left a scar on him. Right in the middle of his belly was the constant reminder of what had happened. He had the belly button shaped not like a button, but rather like an ‘X.’ Why he had this scar, he did not know nor remember. All that he knew was that he was he was there and he felt like he needed to fight. His training began.
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Vilo walked for what seemed an eternity. In this time, he never thirsted, never hungered, or even tired. He was waiting; nothing else was in his head. It was a lust; a lust for this fighting. He finally got what he wanted, a Spractor fell down to his spot.
Spractors are not very difficult creatures to defeat, but the newly born warrior needed to fight something to satisfy himself. He drew his sword and the Spractor blew its little flame burst. This Spractor was only about a foot high, so he was not intimidating at this stage at all.
Vilo screamed out,”Power Slash!” Everything seemed to happen as it should. Vilo’s sword was directed right down to the Spractor causing it great damage. The Spractor still stood, apparently unshaken. The Spractor squealed, and then let out another flame. This time, the flame shot right at Vilo’s face, scorching it with great heat. Vilo needed to think of a good attack to use. He did not yet know the secrets of sorcery, so he would have to find some sort of power attack to get rid of this creature. He came up with the perfect attack and yelled, “Triple Attack Blow!”
The Spractor was clearly hurt this time, and the Spractor fell to the ground. Vilo had defeated his first enemy. The Fire Spractor disintegrated right into the ground in a matter of seconds and left behind a small bottle. Vilo picked up this bottle of red liquid and kept on his search.
He put one foot in front of the other. He walked, never slowing or gaining pace. He wanted to get to the next enemy as efficiently as possible. That was important to his survival. Everything that was happening was obviously the work of the empty shells. They were the workers of this new type of warrior called the “Prototype-R7.” Vilo was the third of the seven of these warriors created. By the time he had awoken, he was destined to fight and build his strength. He knew this and raced to become the top R7, because in the end, the Prototype-R7s would all have to come together in an ultimate battle. Vilo had to prepare for this quickly.
The empty souls created these R7’s as a kind of entertainment. They get strange pleasures from watching people grow into stronger, more powerful beings. So, one day, they decided that they would create a series of competitions for brainwashed humans they ‘created.’ Vilo was part of the 18th series; ‘R.’ The Empty Shells were planning on eventually turning all of the humans in the universe into a great network of these trained warriors.
The R series was a much better than the previous series. This series included the opportunity to build you skill to new dimensions. These R Prototypes could gain the skills of magic. This included Fire, Ice, Laser, and Mecha. The Empty Shells wanted to include White Magic, but decided to include that in the next series; ‘S.’
Vilo had something else fall out of the sky. It was an enemy with Mecha power. It was called a Venice-720. The 720 did not have a definite form, but instead took the form of whatever artillery shooter it was. For example, if the 720 was using its Auto-Mecha attack, it would take the form of something resembling a machine gun. In this case, the 720 did the first attack. It decided to use the 720-Accurate attack. This was a very powerful attack and Vilo saw it coming. When Vilo saw the 720 morph, he quickly threw the red potion he acquired at the Venice-720. This lowered its attacking abilities.
The 720 executed the attack causing mediocre damage on Vilo. Since Vilo didn’t have the opposite of Mecha (Laser) yet, he would have to use his sword and manually do the damage. He screamed out, “Power X!” The sword was guided towards the 720 for the attack. The sword came in contact with the 720, slashed a huge ‘X’ into the 720’s exterior causing it to malfunction, warp, and then ultimately explode.
Out of the flames flew a small bottle with a black liquid inside. Vilo picked up the bottle and was on his way. In the distant dust, he could make out a figure approaching. He wondered what kind of monster it could be. When it got a little bit closer, he noticed it was shaped just like a human. Could it possibly be a Prototype? Was this a Prototype from his series? The figure in the distance vanished out of sight completely and suddenly.
He decided not to let something like that bother him while he was on his mission to train. He moved on up over a sand dune. He walked up and down many sand dunes that day and didn’t run into any more fiends anywhere. He stepped around many black ash piles and weeds. There were random piles of foliage spraying out of the ground in all directions. He decided to go into one of these foliage piles with his hands and try to see if there was anything helpful available in them. After all, the best warriors should know the terrain they fight in as well as they can. Knowing terrain could be a matter of life and death.
It is very strange how such petty things can decide weather you live or die, but in this world, death is not uncommon at all. Although you can’t die from starvation, exhaustion, or thirst, there are plenty of other ways possible to die of to replace these. It is actually easier to die in this wasteland than it is on the planet Earth living on the street with no food, money, or home. That’s what makes this game so exciting to the Empty Shells.
He reached his hand into the foliage. It was very prickly, but the scared tissue on his skin didn't notice it. He found a little red coin within the plants. He picked up the coin and put it on the pouch that hung over his shoulder along with the black potion he received earlier from defeating the Venice-720.
He kept groping through the knee-high foliage with his hands hoping to find something good. He noticed a harmless bug that looked like a pill bug. It was about a foot long and quarter of a foot high. He just stood there watching it. He wasn't sure why he watched the bug, it just caught his attention.
The bug blindly moved through the forest of weeds and thorny vines with oblivion. Vilo felt like he related to this bug. He felt that same way when he woke up for the Empty Shells to operate on him. This bug made him feel a strange nostalgia. It actually made him want to go back to see the Shells, like they were his parents. His creators.
He moved on through the foliage. He saw a glimmer in the weeds. Spreading apart the thorny weeds with his hand, he noticed it was another coin. This time, the coin was shiny and orange. It had a strange rune carved into the center of both sides. The coin made him feel happy, but greedy to have. He stuck the coin in his shoulder bag.
He moved on through the thorns to find another unusual thing. He had stepped on a strange flower pod laying on the ground and it shot out a green goo that hit him in the face. Out of curiosity, he licked a little bit of it. It was extremely sweet at first, and then all of a sudden, after swallowing, it became putridly bitter. He wiped off his face and decided to move on.
Vilo soon came across a empty glass bottle with traces of green in the bottom. Had another one of the Prototype-R7's been here and left it behind? Was there a battle fought here? Are there fiends running around in the foliage? All of these thoughts were flashing through his brain-washed brain.
He picked up the bottle and placed it in his shoulder bag, and moved on to leave the foliage. As he was getting ready to lift his foot out, he noticed some of those flower pods with the green goo growing on a bush. He took one pod after another and squeezed the goo into the bottle he found. He wasn't quite sure if the goo was beneficial or not yet, but he thought it was worth a try to collect some.
Vilo finally stepped completely out of the foliage. To his surprise, he saw the figure on the horizin again! This time, the person was closer and moving much faster toward him. Vilo didn't take his eyes off the figure so that it would disappear again. He was so curious, he had to know if this was another Prototype in his series. If it were, maybe he could check up to see how far this one had progressed.
Vilo could start to make out the face of this figure. It was definitely a prototype, but from what series? The other prtotype was at such short distance that Vilo could've yelled out at him, and this is exactly what Vilo did.
“Hey! Are you a prototype from the R series?”
After a while, the other protype just opened its mouth and didn't seem to be able to get words out of his mouth. Vilo knew of this from the Learning. This was a prototype from the B-2 series. The Empty Shells were still very primative with their creations in these times. Only after this B-2 series did the Empty Shells program language into the brains. Although this was a primative model, the prototype was still rather strong. It had been walking around the Program Lands for many aeons. He had gained quite a lot of experience.
Vilo still though that he could defeat this primative model with ease. He drew his sword. The other prototype knew what this meant. It meant a battle to the death. The B-2 drew out his sword. Then, before Vilo could even start to think of what to execute first, he was attacked by the B-2!
