- Think .Hack only more futuristic. Pm me if you want to join, I'm working on a story so if you have ideas lemme know. Run what your character can do and stuff by me heh though I doubt it'll be a problem ^ ^ -
"Renegade" - A popular massively multiplayer online game. So popular in fact that nearly everybody on the internet plays it or has played it at some point in time. The game centers around letting players do what they want in a open ended world Complete with different races, completely customizable characters, cities, dungeons, anything and everything that could be thought up. That combined with amazing graphics and a surprisingly unique way of controlling the character, allowing the player to quite literally do whatever they thought up, was cause for the game's great success. It quickly developed it's own social environment. People talking with one another, developing relationships, completing quests or just free running throughout the cities.
Yet like with many games hackers, viruses, glitches, and bugs almost ruined the game. The company's head programmers couldn't find an answer to the players' cries for help. Eventually, the company gave up on the game and left it to evolve and survive on its own. The cries were answered however. Players who understood the game and even some hackers themselves became sort of a vigilante force to fight and clean up the game. They called themselves the "Hackers" because of their need to break the game's rules in order to protect it.
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Ian yawned and brushed his sandy blond hair out of his royal blue eyes. He was sitting on the top of one of the many sky scrapers in Barestol. The city was built around the town center where most of the players logged in before roaming around. The city maintained its integrity all the way out to the wall surrounding the town. Beyond the city was an endless field of grass. A single road left the north, south, east, and west sides. Ian knew the layout pretty well, for being a Hacker for only a few months. He hadn't left the city in a long while.
Ian was twenty years old, or at least his character was. In the real world he was nineteen. His character stood a staggering five feet and ten inches tall and weighed a whopping one hundred and seventy-five pounds. He had been playing the game for nearly two years before the game's errors and such aggravated him to the point of becoming a Hacker. From what he knew, there weren't many left. Most had either been deleted or just stopped playing, dooming the game to extinction.
"Might as well look around town..."
Ian stood up and pulled his gloved hands out of his jacket, brushing them off on his jeans. He pulled his sleeve up on his right arm and looked at the screen on his forearm. His arm was cybernetic from the elbow down, his character had lost it before he became a Hacker.
"four thousand on...wow...I'm surprised the game can handle this number without crashing or some glitch to fight..." Ian sighed and tapped a few buttons. Taking a step forward, Ian began walking down the building, his tennis shoes barely making a sound as he reached the bottom. A passing character, a cat girl carrying a fairly large sword, gave him an odd glance before catching up with her friends.
Ian shrugged, Hackers were supposed to be discrete. But there was an item in the game that allowed that kind of thing so he didn't think it was that big of a deal. At least there's no pvp right now...otherwise the city MIGHT crash He thought and chucked slightly before taking a seat on a bench, his eyes scanning the players as they walked by.
Suddenly, the entire city twitched and shifted. Ian fell to the ground as the bench he was sitting in was suddenly five feet behind him. The clouds turned dark gray over the city and a distant rumbled could be heard followed closely by a flash of white lightning. Ian stood up and looked at the clouds as heavy rain fell down onto the city. "Ok...Since when does the game's weather system cause a malfunction?" Ian said quietly as players pulled out umbrellas or rushed into buildings, leaving him quite alone in the town center. The screen on his arm flashed a warning. Ian looked down at his arm when a bolt of lightning struck not two feet from where he was standing.
"Ok...that's not normal..." He muttered as the info on his screen popped up over his eyes. "Hacker...evading my tracking...nice...Initiating weapon program..." The ports on his fingerless gloves glowed and data flowed into his grip, forming into twin desert eagles. Ian's eyes turned red as he scanned for his attacker.
"Renegade" - A popular massively multiplayer online game. So popular in fact that nearly everybody on the internet plays it or has played it at some point in time. The game centers around letting players do what they want in a open ended world Complete with different races, completely customizable characters, cities, dungeons, anything and everything that could be thought up. That combined with amazing graphics and a surprisingly unique way of controlling the character, allowing the player to quite literally do whatever they thought up, was cause for the game's great success. It quickly developed it's own social environment. People talking with one another, developing relationships, completing quests or just free running throughout the cities.
Yet like with many games hackers, viruses, glitches, and bugs almost ruined the game. The company's head programmers couldn't find an answer to the players' cries for help. Eventually, the company gave up on the game and left it to evolve and survive on its own. The cries were answered however. Players who understood the game and even some hackers themselves became sort of a vigilante force to fight and clean up the game. They called themselves the "Hackers" because of their need to break the game's rules in order to protect it.
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Ian yawned and brushed his sandy blond hair out of his royal blue eyes. He was sitting on the top of one of the many sky scrapers in Barestol. The city was built around the town center where most of the players logged in before roaming around. The city maintained its integrity all the way out to the wall surrounding the town. Beyond the city was an endless field of grass. A single road left the north, south, east, and west sides. Ian knew the layout pretty well, for being a Hacker for only a few months. He hadn't left the city in a long while.
Ian was twenty years old, or at least his character was. In the real world he was nineteen. His character stood a staggering five feet and ten inches tall and weighed a whopping one hundred and seventy-five pounds. He had been playing the game for nearly two years before the game's errors and such aggravated him to the point of becoming a Hacker. From what he knew, there weren't many left. Most had either been deleted or just stopped playing, dooming the game to extinction.
"Might as well look around town..."
Ian stood up and pulled his gloved hands out of his jacket, brushing them off on his jeans. He pulled his sleeve up on his right arm and looked at the screen on his forearm. His arm was cybernetic from the elbow down, his character had lost it before he became a Hacker.
"four thousand on...wow...I'm surprised the game can handle this number without crashing or some glitch to fight..." Ian sighed and tapped a few buttons. Taking a step forward, Ian began walking down the building, his tennis shoes barely making a sound as he reached the bottom. A passing character, a cat girl carrying a fairly large sword, gave him an odd glance before catching up with her friends.
Ian shrugged, Hackers were supposed to be discrete. But there was an item in the game that allowed that kind of thing so he didn't think it was that big of a deal. At least there's no pvp right now...otherwise the city MIGHT crash He thought and chucked slightly before taking a seat on a bench, his eyes scanning the players as they walked by.
Suddenly, the entire city twitched and shifted. Ian fell to the ground as the bench he was sitting in was suddenly five feet behind him. The clouds turned dark gray over the city and a distant rumbled could be heard followed closely by a flash of white lightning. Ian stood up and looked at the clouds as heavy rain fell down onto the city. "Ok...Since when does the game's weather system cause a malfunction?" Ian said quietly as players pulled out umbrellas or rushed into buildings, leaving him quite alone in the town center. The screen on his arm flashed a warning. Ian looked down at his arm when a bolt of lightning struck not two feet from where he was standing.
"Ok...that's not normal..." He muttered as the info on his screen popped up over his eyes. "Hacker...evading my tracking...nice...Initiating weapon program..." The ports on his fingerless gloves glowed and data flowed into his grip, forming into twin desert eagles. Ian's eyes turned red as he scanned for his attacker.