Dead Fantasy, Chapter 3
Title: Dead Fantasy
Chapter Title: Chapter 3
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: None
Rating: Currently SFW
Word Count: 749 (This Chapter)
Pairings: Currently None For Now
Genre: Action, Aventure, Some Gore, Mystery
Warnings:.Multiple Animes, Various Video Games
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I wouldn't be looking for work or applying for financal aid.
Summary: Based on Monty Oum's DEAD FANTASY videos
DEAD FANTASY. The hottest new massive multiplayer online RPG, that not only allows you to design your character down to the tiniest details but also puts yur character into a customize story-line that interconnects and crosses the paths of your fellow players, at different points in the game. Everyone in the Worlds follows their favorites and has raised them to viral stardom. Some captialize on that fame while others keep low profiles as much as possible. It's on the lips and minds of every single person, filling chatrooms, forums and the airwaves. And now, it's become something that no one saw coming....
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"Dead Fantasy"
Chapter 3
Masayuki wasn’t even sure why he takes the risk of hacking into supposedly closed circuit feeds anymore. It wasn’t like he had anyone to travel with through the Net and the normal world was so freakin’ boring that it was almost an utter waste of time. And why was he at that 24-hour pharmacy of all places?
“Excuse me, I’m here to pick up a prescription.”
“All right, your name?”
“It’s for my patient. Here’s…her information.”
Huh? Masayuki turned towards the prescription counter and couldn’t believe what he saw-a male nurse still in scrubs and sneakers, a bomber jacket merely pulled over it with his wallet in hand. Well, it wasn’t the nurse himself, as much as the woven bracelet around his wrist that got Masayuki’s attention. Because, back on his body, he had one identical to it around his wrist, despite the colors being different, and there was only one person in the world that Masayuki knew could do something like that perfectly again and again.
Masayuki switched feeds, going behind the counter, peering over the clerk’s shoulder as she called up the information on her computer. If he wasn’t just a mass of data floating on the Net, Masayuki would have whited out from pure shock at the absolutely random chance of discovering one of his friends was living in the same city as him and practically a stone’s throw away from his cousin’s family apartment…or at least he thought this friend lived close, seeing as the pharmacy wasn’t too far away. And well, the name on the card was the same as that of a friend he lost contact with when Suiten was evacuated.
Damn privacy filters. The green-eyed youth cursed, pulling back from the camera feed and slipping into the pharmacy’s data network. If he was going to see the information of the person who this card belonged to, then he had to hack into their network and recall the information himself. The damned filters kept people from stealing personal information via the CC feed…though it just frustrated Masayuki, not at all stopping him.
Okay, so he wasn’t a Super Wizard, Class A hacker…but he was damn good by his own right. He had played, deconstructed and reconstructed so many damn video games over his (barely exciting) 17 frikkin’ years of existence, that he didn’t need that virtuoso moniker. He had frikkin’ skills that a lot of Class As severely lacked-and kept him from getting in major trouble with his cousin’s cop husband.
The defense and attack barriers were rather…wait, who was their security contractor? If it was that one, then he was fucked. There was no other way to say it, not when the barriers they supplied had an actual time adaptation algorithm (known more commonly as an ATAA or as the flashing neon “Ah, Shit” Factor to anyone with a ghost worthy of their brain case) because as soon as you got through the first dummy barrier, it was already determining just who you were before it not only countered you but trapped you in whichever dummy barrier you were passing through. It left your body vulnerable and unresisting when you were arrested, letting you go once you were apprehended and leaving you to wake up in a holding cell at the nearest Prefectural Police headquarters.
…Matherson Electronic Security…. Masayuki let out a mental heavy sigh. It wasn’t that one. These guys were pure cheap security, meaning it was the pure ease of hacking through their barriers that kept people from doing it. Hell, not even the newbs went after anything MES was contracted to guard-they were that pathetic.
It was obvious that someone completely incompetent was doing the pharmacy’s tech support. Masayuki wasn’t sure whether to laugh at the stupidity of the programmer and their apparent inability to even appear to be organized, or to cry from all the goddamn redundancy of the entire database system. And eventually, he-
“Masayuki! Dinner!”
Ah, crap!
Masayuki pulled out of the database, cursing his luck with the mental note to go back later, and back onto the public Net before he opened his eyes and found himself staring at his socks and light blue comforter. He unplugged a black cord from the snoozing laptop beside him and let the cable retract into half collar device around the back of his neck. He removed the half collar and tucked it temporarily under his pillow.
“Masayuki?”
“I’m coming! Had to find a save point!”
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Goddamn LJ is just loving all the ways it can prevent me from double posting today. Well, screw you, LJ--I'm posting whether you like it or not.
Please let me know what you think.
Chapter Title: Chapter 3
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: None
Rating: Currently SFW
Word Count: 749 (This Chapter)
Pairings: Currently None For Now
Genre: Action, Aventure, Some Gore, Mystery
Warnings:.Multiple Animes, Various Video Games
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I wouldn't be looking for work or applying for financal aid.
Summary: Based on Monty Oum's DEAD FANTASY videos
DEAD FANTASY. The hottest new massive multiplayer online RPG, that not only allows you to design your character down to the tiniest details but also puts yur character into a customize story-line that interconnects and crosses the paths of your fellow players, at different points in the game. Everyone in the Worlds follows their favorites and has raised them to viral stardom. Some captialize on that fame while others keep low profiles as much as possible. It's on the lips and minds of every single person, filling chatrooms, forums and the airwaves. And now, it's become something that no one saw coming....
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"Dead Fantasy"
Chapter 3
Masayuki wasn’t even sure why he takes the risk of hacking into supposedly closed circuit feeds anymore. It wasn’t like he had anyone to travel with through the Net and the normal world was so freakin’ boring that it was almost an utter waste of time. And why was he at that 24-hour pharmacy of all places?
“Excuse me, I’m here to pick up a prescription.”
“All right, your name?”
“It’s for my patient. Here’s…her information.”
Huh? Masayuki turned towards the prescription counter and couldn’t believe what he saw-a male nurse still in scrubs and sneakers, a bomber jacket merely pulled over it with his wallet in hand. Well, it wasn’t the nurse himself, as much as the woven bracelet around his wrist that got Masayuki’s attention. Because, back on his body, he had one identical to it around his wrist, despite the colors being different, and there was only one person in the world that Masayuki knew could do something like that perfectly again and again.
Masayuki switched feeds, going behind the counter, peering over the clerk’s shoulder as she called up the information on her computer. If he wasn’t just a mass of data floating on the Net, Masayuki would have whited out from pure shock at the absolutely random chance of discovering one of his friends was living in the same city as him and practically a stone’s throw away from his cousin’s family apartment…or at least he thought this friend lived close, seeing as the pharmacy wasn’t too far away. And well, the name on the card was the same as that of a friend he lost contact with when Suiten was evacuated.
Damn privacy filters. The green-eyed youth cursed, pulling back from the camera feed and slipping into the pharmacy’s data network. If he was going to see the information of the person who this card belonged to, then he had to hack into their network and recall the information himself. The damned filters kept people from stealing personal information via the CC feed…though it just frustrated Masayuki, not at all stopping him.
Okay, so he wasn’t a Super Wizard, Class A hacker…but he was damn good by his own right. He had played, deconstructed and reconstructed so many damn video games over his (barely exciting) 17 frikkin’ years of existence, that he didn’t need that virtuoso moniker. He had frikkin’ skills that a lot of Class As severely lacked-and kept him from getting in major trouble with his cousin’s cop husband.
The defense and attack barriers were rather…wait, who was their security contractor? If it was that one, then he was fucked. There was no other way to say it, not when the barriers they supplied had an actual time adaptation algorithm (known more commonly as an ATAA or as the flashing neon “Ah, Shit” Factor to anyone with a ghost worthy of their brain case) because as soon as you got through the first dummy barrier, it was already determining just who you were before it not only countered you but trapped you in whichever dummy barrier you were passing through. It left your body vulnerable and unresisting when you were arrested, letting you go once you were apprehended and leaving you to wake up in a holding cell at the nearest Prefectural Police headquarters.
…Matherson Electronic Security…. Masayuki let out a mental heavy sigh. It wasn’t that one. These guys were pure cheap security, meaning it was the pure ease of hacking through their barriers that kept people from doing it. Hell, not even the newbs went after anything MES was contracted to guard-they were that pathetic.
It was obvious that someone completely incompetent was doing the pharmacy’s tech support. Masayuki wasn’t sure whether to laugh at the stupidity of the programmer and their apparent inability to even appear to be organized, or to cry from all the goddamn redundancy of the entire database system. And eventually, he-
“Masayuki! Dinner!”
Ah, crap!
Masayuki pulled out of the database, cursing his luck with the mental note to go back later, and back onto the public Net before he opened his eyes and found himself staring at his socks and light blue comforter. He unplugged a black cord from the snoozing laptop beside him and let the cable retract into half collar device around the back of his neck. He removed the half collar and tucked it temporarily under his pillow.
“Masayuki?”
“I’m coming! Had to find a save point!”
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Goddamn LJ is just loving all the ways it can prevent me from double posting today. Well, screw you, LJ--I'm posting whether you like it or not.
Please let me know what you think.