Post by Avalene on Dec 31, 2005 19:31:34 GMT -5
Disclaimer- Dragonlance and .hack don't belong to me. If they did, I'd be rich, am I rich, no I don't think so.
A mix of Dragonlance and the game .hack - it will begin at the time of infection. Eventually, Ranis, Raistlin, Tas, ect, will all be introduced (as humans) in the real world and become players in The World.
(Raistlin is in a very bad mood this chapter, that’s all)
(No connection w/ story – the only sport I like to watch is hockey. The others are fun to play once in a while, but boring to watch.)
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Raistlin stared at the ceiling.
He was in his room, laying on his bed, listening to the F-ups CD.
He glared at the computer that was in the corner of his room: this was the third time it crashed, and now it refused to start.
That sucked, because ALTIMIT was came out with a new game (The World) and he'd really wanted to check it out.
"Raist?" Caramon called, "Guess what?"
Raistlin sighed, shut off his CD player, and sat up.
"Raist?" Caramon persisted.
"What?"
"Guess."
"No," Raistlin said, hating whoever thought of stupid guessing games.
"Oh - your friend is here - that Dalamar kid."
"He's not my friend. Tell him to go away," Raistlin said, irritated.
"He isn't?" Caramon asked, confused.
"No, he isn't. I hate him and you and everyone else who goes to that d**n school."
"Oookay. Not in the mood to chat. I'll tell him you're not here."
"Shut up, where is he?"
"The living room."
Raistlin went into the living room, where Dalamar was watching Kitiara yell into the phone.
"Hey, Kit, what's the problem?" he asked his sister.
Kitiara, eyes flashing, threw the phone across the room. It shattered.
"Tanis - he's breaking up with me to be with that pregnant dog, Laurana. Why he likes that empty-headed blonde-" Kit glanced at the remains of the phone. "Now I'm going to have to get another one. Bye."
She left, presumably to get a new phone, although she might be planning to beat on Laurana or Tanis.
Raistlin glared at Dalamar.
"What?" Dalamar asked.
"I know I'm stuck with you for that d**n project, but didn't I tell you not to come over - there's plenty of time to work on the f-ing thing in class."
"Yeah, whatever. Did you hear about that new game?"
Raist scowled, "What game?"
"That ALTIMIT thing, The World. It’s supposed to be really cool."
"What about it?"
"Aren't you going to be playing it?"
Raistlin contemplated the corpse of his computer, "No."
"No? Why not?"
"My computers a piece of nuts."
"Ah. You can play on my 'puter." Dalamar began.
"No way, I'm not going to your house, there’s enough rumors about us already."
"Yeah. They make me sick."
"Me too. I don't know what’s WRONG with those people . . ."
"They're just scared of you," Dalamar said.
Raistlin laughed sarcastically, and then realized that Dalamar was serious, "Why the hell are they scared of me?"
"Well, they're afraid of anyone who’s different - and there’s the time you put that guy in the hospital - what did you do to him, anyway?"
"I hit him over the head with his baseball bat." Raistlin told him.
"No way, why?" Dalamar began.
Caramon came in, and asked, "What's up, bro?"
"I was just going to tell Raistlin that he can borrow my old laptop," Dalamar said.
"Raist, don't you have a computer?" Caramon asked.
"It's broken."
"Again?"
"I think its permanent this time."
"Too bad."
Raistlin shrugged.
"Caramon - are you going to play, too?" Dalamar asked.
"Play what?" Caramon asked.
"This new game that came out, it’s supposed to be cool," Raist told his brother.
"Maybe. If its cool."
"I've got to go. I'll drop the 'puter off tomorrow, 'kay?"
"Yeah, bye."
"So, Raist, who's he anyway?"
"A guy from school. He's a friend of my friends."
"Oh. You know, I've heard some weird things lately-"
"Caramon - what?"
"About you and some guy-"
"d**n it, I hate rumors."
"Me too."
“You, why?"
"There was one going around a few months ago about me using steroids," Caramon told his brother. Caramon is a football player.
"I wonder why," Raist rolled his eyes.
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A mix of Dragonlance and the game .hack - it will begin at the time of infection. Eventually, Ranis, Raistlin, Tas, ect, will all be introduced (as humans) in the real world and become players in The World.
(Raistlin is in a very bad mood this chapter, that’s all)
(No connection w/ story – the only sport I like to watch is hockey. The others are fun to play once in a while, but boring to watch.)
XXXXxxxxXXXXxxxx The Real World (EARTH), Raist's room xxxxXXXXxxxxXXXX
Raistlin stared at the ceiling.
He was in his room, laying on his bed, listening to the F-ups CD.
He glared at the computer that was in the corner of his room: this was the third time it crashed, and now it refused to start.
That sucked, because ALTIMIT was came out with a new game (The World) and he'd really wanted to check it out.
"Raist?" Caramon called, "Guess what?"
Raistlin sighed, shut off his CD player, and sat up.
"Raist?" Caramon persisted.
"What?"
"Guess."
"No," Raistlin said, hating whoever thought of stupid guessing games.
"Oh - your friend is here - that Dalamar kid."
"He's not my friend. Tell him to go away," Raistlin said, irritated.
"He isn't?" Caramon asked, confused.
"No, he isn't. I hate him and you and everyone else who goes to that d**n school."
"Oookay. Not in the mood to chat. I'll tell him you're not here."
"Shut up, where is he?"
"The living room."
Raistlin went into the living room, where Dalamar was watching Kitiara yell into the phone.
"Hey, Kit, what's the problem?" he asked his sister.
Kitiara, eyes flashing, threw the phone across the room. It shattered.
"Tanis - he's breaking up with me to be with that pregnant dog, Laurana. Why he likes that empty-headed blonde-" Kit glanced at the remains of the phone. "Now I'm going to have to get another one. Bye."
She left, presumably to get a new phone, although she might be planning to beat on Laurana or Tanis.
Raistlin glared at Dalamar.
"What?" Dalamar asked.
"I know I'm stuck with you for that d**n project, but didn't I tell you not to come over - there's plenty of time to work on the f-ing thing in class."
"Yeah, whatever. Did you hear about that new game?"
Raist scowled, "What game?"
"That ALTIMIT thing, The World. It’s supposed to be really cool."
"What about it?"
"Aren't you going to be playing it?"
Raistlin contemplated the corpse of his computer, "No."
"No? Why not?"
"My computers a piece of nuts."
"Ah. You can play on my 'puter." Dalamar began.
"No way, I'm not going to your house, there’s enough rumors about us already."
"Yeah. They make me sick."
"Me too. I don't know what’s WRONG with those people . . ."
"They're just scared of you," Dalamar said.
Raistlin laughed sarcastically, and then realized that Dalamar was serious, "Why the hell are they scared of me?"
"Well, they're afraid of anyone who’s different - and there’s the time you put that guy in the hospital - what did you do to him, anyway?"
"I hit him over the head with his baseball bat." Raistlin told him.
"No way, why?" Dalamar began.
Caramon came in, and asked, "What's up, bro?"
"I was just going to tell Raistlin that he can borrow my old laptop," Dalamar said.
"Raist, don't you have a computer?" Caramon asked.
"It's broken."
"Again?"
"I think its permanent this time."
"Too bad."
Raistlin shrugged.
"Caramon - are you going to play, too?" Dalamar asked.
"Play what?" Caramon asked.
"This new game that came out, it’s supposed to be cool," Raist told his brother.
"Maybe. If its cool."
"I've got to go. I'll drop the 'puter off tomorrow, 'kay?"
"Yeah, bye."
"So, Raist, who's he anyway?"
"A guy from school. He's a friend of my friends."
"Oh. You know, I've heard some weird things lately-"
"Caramon - what?"
"About you and some guy-"
"d**n it, I hate rumors."
"Me too."
“You, why?"
"There was one going around a few months ago about me using steroids," Caramon told his brother. Caramon is a football player.
"I wonder why," Raist rolled his eyes.
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