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The Last Chance, Chapter 1
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So. . . I guess I've decided to write a story
I hope it works out. o_o this was based off a dream I had about 3 months ago, Pyro and my other friends have been nagging me to write a story based off it, so I guess I am now.

Without further ado, I give you Chapter 1 of The Last Chance

The Last Chance: Chapter 1

Cody slipped into the line, this was the last of the Integrated warfare simulations. He needed to win if he was to escape this dystopian nightmare. He shuffled forward with the group of people, once the line had moved on into the mile high building complex he removed his backpack. An odd assortment of stuff lay inside this bag. A L.E.D torch, a Nerf sniper and Firestrike gun, 2 small pocket knives, sunglasses, and several Band-Aids and wraps. Quickly he pulled his baseball cap down, the guards dejectedly returned to their stations after his daring escape from their clutches. They stormed off to their posts. Hastily he took the pocket knife out of the bag and slid it into his pocket. If everything went to plan, he’d be reunited with his family in Jeoul. All he had to do was hold up his end of the bargain and Derick would get the flag, thus ending the simulation, and they’d be off world. He clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails dug into his skin. He had to be ready.
“Hey! You lot move to line 12” commanded an Enforcer.
The five people ahead of him took the remaining spaces in line 12.
Suddenly recognising the guard he ducked down and pretended to tie his shoelaces. His sneakers were weathered and getting tighter on his feet. The doors in front of the lines opened and 8 people in each line hurried into the doors, their bodies suddenly went limp and flopped to the ground. The guards grabbed the bodies and hauled them to a seperate room, he stared through the doors, it was hard to see the environment that the Game-Masters had chosen, it looked like a safari. Good. That meant that a cityscape was next.
“You, boy!”
His head snapped up, swallowing hard he looked into the grizzly bearded man's cold unfocused eyes. “Yes sir?”
“Look kid… ya wanna stay focussed in there. You're gonna wanna win right? Stay focussed I'm telling ya, nothing can beat being focused. . . hmm. . . eah, what was we talking about now? don’t remember.” Burped the fat Guard
“You were telling me. . . um. . . that you were going to make sure the next simulation was Cityscape.”
“Right of course.” then walked away.
He sighed, that was close, too close.
“You lot, move to line 2”
Cody and the seven people behind him walked toward the designated section. His heart raced, grabbing the sunglasses he put them on. The sound of the Enforcer yelling out orders was barely audible now.
“Commencing Simulation. Make sure all belongings that are not designed for upgrade are stowed in the storage compartments. The simulation will begin momentarily.” rang out the female Game-master’s voice through the speakers.
He looked around, the only person who really looked determined here was a girl, possibly 13, about a year younger than him. Slung around her back was a pack similar to the one that came from his sector in the city. 15 mechanical pencils were fastened to a belt slug around her shoulder, a very interesting choice of weapons…
Ages ago his father had shown up with a sword. Back then there were less landscapes, and less people wanted to attempt it. He won the simulation quite quickly, which made The Game-Masters suspicious so they wanted to have him recycle through. He's off-world now- presumably on Jeul. or at least, that's what the off-world propaganda says. They also say that the rules for the IWS are that the winner would be able to take one other person.
His dad so of course, took mom. She wasn’t able to compete in the games, not to mention she was with a child. So after that it was him his 2 older, and 2 younger siblings. They each took the younger with, thus it would’ve taken ages for him to win alone. It had been 3 years since Simon, his last older sibling, left with Michael. Now.. There's only 1 Integrated Warfare Simulator remaining, all the rest are on whatever planet they were headed to. The humans who are able to win, have earned the right to survive. Derick showed up from a distant city. by his accent it was apparently the southern sector.
There had been talk of a council at the head of the IWS, some wacko’s thought they were aliens, but nobody would be able to verify it. Especially with their status.
“Simulation in progress.” rang out the bone chilling voice

Then the doors opened.

Well that's it for now guys
I hope you like it, I'll be sending more chapters soon

of course I have to say all rights go to their respective owners.
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10 months ago
Woah... dude... this is like, cereal.

*coughing from back of the room.

Random dude: I think you mean't, "Surreal".

Me: Uh... yeah, totally.

Random dude: I'm not even sure that word is contextual in this situation...

Me: *shrugs* Who cares, I'm talking with Fireblade28, not Operator011.

Random dude: Is that an insult on Fireblade?

Me: No! *holds hands up and waves them dramatically* I just mean that Fireblade is more likely to be forgiving on grammar errors and stuff.

Random dude: Is that an insult on Operator?

Me: No! I don't mean unforgiving, I just mean... like... he's more serious on these kind of things.

Random dude: Drat! I was hoping you were insulting one of those losers...

*kicks Random dude into some annoying realm*

My point is, Bro... this story is nuts. You're gonna take this think NEXT LEVEL!!!! I love it
10 months ago
@Greenie, Thanks Greenie! it means a lot coming from you

@Random dude, your grammar policing is astounding. *Round of applause*
10 months ago
@Fireblade I meant every word… this is epic!

*coughing from back of the room*

Random dude: Of course it is, duh…
10 months ago
ah, I love all kinds of dreams. unfortunately, I've been blessed with the ability to wake up from any dream whenever I realize it's a dream.

but hey, RD, do you need some cough drops or...
10 months ago
but while the spell check was good, mean't isn't a word.
meant is, but not mean't
10 months ago
It’s great, so far!
(And you’re welcome for the spell-check. There’s plenty more where that came from…)

My story was also based off a dream!
10 months ago
@Justy, yeah, I used to not be getting dreams anymore. : ( but then after that day I got 2 in a row so I'm not sure what to say

@Wiz, thanks
10 months ago
I had the strange and slightly eager desire to make a random figure and title it "Entry for Fireblade28's story" just to see all the comments that would appear here of people asking you to include their figure
10 months ago
Me: *GASP* he guessed my next model in this series O_O
10 months ago
thanks dude
(for the comment and render
10 months ago
SWEET!!! Looking forward to more!
Greenie: HA!!!! if you won't do it I will
10 months ago
Oh boy, can't believe I forgot to comment on this, again.
Anyway, promising beginning, Fireblade! I am certainly intrigued!

(Yes, dreams are certainly the stuff of true novels.)
10 months ago
@Zekar, Thanks!! All I'll have to do is find time to write

@D_R, (man almost spelt it DR >_<) anyway, thanks, I'm glad you like it
and yes, that does happen quite often for me. : L
10 months ago
Late comment: very nice!!
Would love to read more
9 months ago
Out-Of-Context stuff

everyone probably knows this already but Frankenstein was originally a dream, and Mary Shelley woke up and wrote it all down immediately.
8 months ago
Yeah, dreams are where I get all my ideas for stories from.
8 months ago
Nice MOC. I really like the story as well. It really sucks you in.
8 months ago
@LegoMaster, thanks dude! (it crashed once before I was able to save it so I had to rebuild it entirely >_<) Dreams are quite useful if you are able to remember them well enough
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