The Game

It was a normal morning in the small village of Goldenbee, the sun started to rise, as a shade stood on top of a mountain, the villagers didn't notice this figure, he ran down the mountain, on his way to the village
"Finally, I have arrived" he said, as he ran up the village walls.

((village name may change, this was the first one to come up to me))

((Not a bad name, I like it))

"Hey..who is that?" I say, looking at the shadow.

I unsheath my M1682 (Automatic rifle with a supressor, two heatshields and an ironsight) and run towards the shade, firing.

the shade leaped high into the air and landed behing khralum, khralum turned around and got grabbd in the neck, the shade lifted him up like he was a feather

"what do you think you're doing?"

((what happened to 'only control your own character?' ))

"I think I'm about to bust you up here and now, and never going to lose doing it."

I jerk back, freeing myself, aim and instantly fire

(( i said you don't run around as another character, you can make them turn around or something, but don't write a part of the story with only their characters ))

The shade somersaulted and dodged the bullets.
"Why are you shooting at me? I didn't attack anyone and you just start blasting on me!"

"I've never trusted natural elements who can talk. My bad."

I run up to him, launch my elbow to the area where his brain is ((lol)) and if it is successful i pin him to the ground.

The shade grabbed Khralums elbow and threw him to the ground,

"Im not an element, im a ninja, can't you see the difference?"

"You look unnatural to me, at least. Then again, it might just be those muscles...are you taking steroids?"

I stand back up and throw my fist at his face in a desperate attempt to make him immobile for enough time to talk

the shade stepped aside, khralum fell with his face to the ground,

"will you please stop attacking me, i'm talking to you, im not taking steroids, this is what we call severe training" ((lol))

I stand back up, humiliated.

"What do you know about hard training? How many weeks have you trained, and how hard each day? Do you throw 1,000 pound logs into the air with a team of only 3 companions, and then catch them, praying it doesn't crush your skull?"

"i can do that all alone, I have been training for over 25 years."

the shade turned around. "my name is keyamon, pleased to meet you." and he walked away.

"Hold it right there, or your ass is mine. And yeah, you saw nothing of my fighting potential."

"I'm Khralum. One of 5 members of the Special Forces. I've been seperated from my squad...I don't even know if they're alive..."

Keyamon suddenly stopped.
"The Special Forces...?"

"Yeah. Something wrong?" I glance into Keyamon's eyes, thinking if I had ever seen him before.

MODERATOR EDIT: I made this post between these two of khralum: "I..." Keyamon stood still, "I gotta go"
Keyamon ran off.

"Wait!" I yell, too late.

I walk over behind a rock and sit down.

How could I not know who he is?

Special forces? Since when? He isnt the least bit familiar to me...

Unless...

Our squad leader who died...

Nomayek..

Keyamon..

Nomayek...

NOMAYEK!!

"WAIT!!!" I yell, as loud as I can.

Keyamon stopped.
"Yes?"

"I want to know how the hell you survived that frag explosion..Nomayek."

Keyamon turned around, "ahh, yes, the frag explosion... I curse that day..."
Keyamon rolled up his sleeve to show a mechanic arm.
"I've lost half of my body in that explosion, i lied there for 3 weeks, suffering immense pain, then a man came towards me, he gave me these mechanic parts, but after a few months, he dissapeared, now im looking for him."

"3 Weeks. You would have died of blood loss."

"I had a potion that would thiken my blood, so i wouldn't bleed so much, every squad member got five, you should remember that, you were the best in our team!"

"Hm. I never thought of that. I never had to use one. Anyways..any idea where J.D., Marco and Cysero are?

"No, I didn't even know you were alive, however... I may know where Marco is..."

Keyamon ran off "Follow me"

"Roger."

I run behind you, pulling out my M1682 in case of emergency.

"Whats your idea on his location?"

"I think he's in the pub, he's always been the drunk type, and put away your gun, the people are looking at us."

"Oh..um...yes, sir."

I sheath the gun.

As we near the pub, I open the door and search for Marco.

"Not here..."

From far away:
"I'm going to own you if you don't back off!"



"It's coming from behind the pub," I say