《Mental World Online》9-Canv.as First Stroke of Three!
Advertisement
“Mental World Online… never heard of it.”
I was making a sandcastle, when this guy came up and talked to me. I know I’m a little old to be doing this.
“It’s a game. You can play it with augmented reality or in a game world, I usually stick to the game world.”
“Augmented reality? Like, it displaying on a board when I read the news?”, I said.
“Yeah. I’ve got a friend who plays there who looks like you. She’s pretty.”
“Really?”
“He’s a guy though. His character is female.”
I don’t know how to take that. But for him to come out and say it like that, he seems confident. I couldn’t say that if a girl friend of mine was playing a guy and he was attractive.
Entering Augmented Reality...
“Wow, pick a class huh? I only read a little about it, Negativer is definitely me.”
It had to be Negativer or Positiver. I wasn’t interested in the whole role playing game part but when he said “you can create monsters out of your thoughts” I had to check it out.
There were two classes that could craft, but looking at the wiki it seemed way too hard for me.
I had enough trouble doing art with brain chips, I’d rather just do it in real life.
I was lounging as usual at home, Mom’s house.
At my age, having to move back in was shameful!
If only I could get married! Then again, maybe I should just stop saying no to everyone.
I’d rather have my career take off.
My art career, which doesn’t exist.
I drew and painted here and there, but it never turned out right.
I looked at the empty canvas in the corner. The paint cans. Aren’t you lonely?
Advertisement
“If only I can make a monster like one that's in my imagination…”
I was dreaming. There were plenty of drawing and brain chip aided design programs out there.
I read somewhere it was even possible that you could just ‘suggest’ the concept of something to someone’s mind and the imagination would make it itself.
That’s great.
You don’t need to hire an artist then.
None of those programs were good enough though. I would struggle with the user interface, post some amateur work online, get no attention then go cry.
Well, not cry. It’d hurt though. It’s like it was me on the canvas that they were rejecting.
I knew it wasn’t good. That hurt the most. I was asking for it, wasn’t I? Doesn’t it take years of using those programs to get good enough to get paying work? I was ignoring that.
I wanted it to work right away.
And after so long of not drawing, I drew less and less and distracted myself. I had a job, friends, and I messed around with sandcastles. Stuff like sandcastles too, like knitting, crochet, papercrafting.
Oh, and the painting. The painting, how much could you put into each stroke? I looked at famous painters. Some paintings were worth millions with only a few strokes. Wouldn’t that be the best? A single stroke, an entire world!
“Huh, so skill? ‘Monster Summon’”
It said input thought or feeling.
It didn’t say negative thought or feeling though. I wonder why? Isn’t that the whole point behind this class system?
I’ll try a positive one then. That guy earlier, he was nice to talk with.
“‘Input Thought’?”
That didn’t work.
I thought of him again.
“‘Monster Summon’!”
I put some feeling into it. At one time, I was in a play, I was going to be famous when I grew up.
Advertisement
A tiny monster appeared before me. It had horns extending backwards like an antelope, grey fur all over, and a grumpy old man face.
Is this a Yeti? It says level 1 too, that's disappointing. Maybe I need to play the RPG part to get to a higher level, then I can summon higher levels? I checked the wiki, it’s true. I loathed that.
It was exciting. I stared at the Yeti, and it stared back at me.
“Go over there!”, I ordered.
It ran over to the corner of my messy room and hid in a lump of clothes. I didn’t know it could do that.
They made it a little transparent too. Guess so that’s people can see through them well enough even if a bunch of monsters are around, it could be dangerous if a train or car was coming at you.
I shivered.
Good thing about the only thing I do is work and go home. I go to beach when I get frustrated about not painting. It’s easier to work with sand.
Maybe I should fight with this thing?
Ah, I’d have to go online, I don’t want to socialize right now, I’ve had enough.
Maybe I’ll just make more monsters. I like this one, but it looks ugly.
How much emotion can I put in? How many thoughts can I put in? Could I put everything into a single monster? Just like I wanted to put my feelings on a canvas.
Could I put all of me, in a monster?
Advertisement
System Change
Years ago, Earth was indoctrinated into the "System." Earth was not the only place with the System, however. With the System came the other races, Invaders. The Invaders had one goal, to obtain ownership of this new habitable planet. This created a bloodbath, and for years the war raged. This didn't really have much to do with Derek. Derek was kind of a loner. Yeah, he enjoyed the occasional chat or drink with others, but he never stayed in one place too long or really got to know anybody new. Derek did happen to be rather strong. After the years of fighting monster and Invaders alone, he had become quite adept at surviving. One thing that helped keep him alive was his refusal to get involved with others. He rarely cooperated with teams. One day, Derek broke his rules and decided to lend some help, as the mission didn't seem too hard. He should have stuck to being alone. Hey everyone, this is my fiction, "System Change." It's the first time I've really tried to write a serial. All feedback is really appreciated. I plan to release chapters every Tuesday and Thursday. With occasional extra chapters being released. I will try to maintain a word count between 1500-2500 words per chapter. Thank you! I just made a Discord if anyone wants to join.
8 1761Calamity Mandate
Beneath the peaceful surface of a nation, a conflict between royal factions and secret organizations is coming to a boil. Drawing upon esoteric energies, those with Exalted powers rule supreme as they fight to shape the world in their vision. Yuzu, a simple pawnshop owner's daughter finds herself in possession of a mysterious ornate chest that has the power to manipulate destiny. Her normal life in an asian influenced Victorian era changes dramatically as she gets plunged deep into a dangerous, mystical world filled with secret rituals, horrifying monsters and ancient gods. Follow Yuzu as she entangles herself in the threads of fate to save her friends and family from the dark forces rising from the depths. She must develop her powers as an Exalted, find allies and unravel the mysteries that govern the course of history. The delicate balance that holds the nation in check has already been disrupted. How far will those ripples spread? - Author's Note - This story starts quite slowly, and takes until about Chapter 16 to get rolling. I wrote this to be the kind of story you can really get into, where the world and characters are fleshed out and when the action happens it makes sense and hits hard. Thank you for reading. Update Schedule: Every Wednesday and Sunday at 5PM PST (8PM EST)
8 5924Apocalypse Ted!
Ted was an average officeworker, toiling away day by day in the soul crushing enviroment that was a cubicle, counting down the days until he died, alone, unmourned, unhappy, and still laden with copious student loan debts. Before he could reach that point, however, the world ended, not with a whimper, nor a bang, but with hordes of bloodthirsty monsters and rather terrible teenagers. Unfortunately, the apocalypse trapped Ted in his apartment complex. Now, the former office worker has to fight his way out through hordes of ravenous neighbors, terrible monsters, and his landlady.
8 123I am not your Daddy
"Is she your daughter?" a question asked by many."No she is my wife and mine" i said proudly. My little wify is all mine and i am her everything. Her tiny frame looked so seductive. She looked at me with sleepy eyes. "Go to sleep" i said firmly. She did a little action with her hand. "Let's sleep oman, come" I took a sigh. I went near her. Her new forming boobs were visible through sheer cloth and Her legs were exposed. I laid beside her. Her back was aginst my chest. I slowly slide my palm on her waist. "Umm" she moaned."You like it" i took her moan as yes. I pushed my hand towards her little soft stomach. I slowly grabbed her clothed boob and squeezed harder.Oman married 15 year old tara to save her from evil and dirty eyes of men who wanted to take advantage of her as she had no one to take care of her. Oman took her in his care but later on his sister forced him to marry tara. So that she can be safe. But fatima didn't knew, oman is beast himself. He will not stop himself, when he will start developing feelings for his little wife.But the problem was that when people looked at this couple they thaught they were father and daughter because of their big age gap. (18+)Historical novel!!! mature content !!!Read at your own risk.
8 116Orochimaru X Reader X Itachi {completed}
The story of a love triangle between Orochimaru, (Y/N) and Itachi Uchiha continues.HIGHEST RANKING#3 Orochimaruxreader (2/7/19) #1 Itachixreader (08/13/18) #3 on Itachixreader (8/03/18)
8 175Amber's Writer Room
Interested in getting an insider look into my writing process, tips for writing and exclusive snippets/short stories? Welcome to my Writer's Room - come on in!
8 128