《Earth's First Dungeon》Prologue: Gamer Chat
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"What do you think the odds are that they hit the asteroid?" Reginald asked the rest of his guild mates over team speak. The television to his side blurting out the latest in a stream of updates.
"This just in: by UN Accord, the USA, Russia, and China have launched a coordinated strike on the meteor, aiming for a fissure located by the cameras on the International Space Station. In fact, we have confirmation of the launch of the first missile!"
Istand Alone: “Should hit it with all it cost for the ISS"
Sakura Ranger: "Maybe we'll see Bahamut IRL, lol?"
Pious One: "Seriously? We've got an incoming Meteor? Who let Sephiroth get the Black Materia this time?"
Shadow Storm: "Quick, someone find the White Materia for protection!"
Vivian Enflamer: "USA, Russia, and China are launching nukes to break it apart, hopefully it burns up in the atmosphere."
Reginald laughed and shook his head at his guildmates antics, they were the only friends he’d ever really had. Unlike the rest of his family they didn’t pretend they were any better than anyone else, they proved it in the games and worked together to help one another out.
Reginald may not have been super rich, but his parents were, and the only thing they had asked of Reginald was to not bring shame upon the Montgomery name, since he didn't want to be a public figure like the majority of the family. In fact, he had nearly sixteen square miles of land around his house, since his family bought the land from farmers whose land had stopped producing as it used to. His home was in fact where they held all the family gatherings, since it was by far the nicest and most private. The town of Tarmac, Oklahoma had also been created to support people like Reginald and the other family of actors and politicians who don't like the limelight.
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Istand Alone: "I'm more concerned about what looked like buildings on the photos released by ISS..." That last one made him blink and open his computer to do a search on google of the images from ISS about the meteor. Indeed, on the surface of the meteor facing them you could see a couple of structures that looked like ancient greek or roman temples. There was also a huge metal box on the edge of some of the images. He replied to the guild chat: "I'm more concerned with that huge metal box... That won't burn up on entry..."
Istand Alone: "Huge metal box? Where are you seeing those?"
Darkest Nightmare: "On the edge of some of the pictures you can see a large metal wall, well, I pulled up multiple pictures and it seems to be a huge metal box of some kind..."
Shadow Storm: "Do you think they might have stasis pods inside there? There could be live aliens!"
Pios One: "Now who's played too many games?"
Sakura Ranger: "Nah, he's read too many Light Novels!"
Shadow Storm: "As if... If I had, I'd have said it was a dungeon lol"
That idea made Reginald start sweating. "Okay, well, I was just checking in. I've gtg for now. Stay safe people." He then logged out and went to take a shower before going to bed.
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