So, after quite a while being inactive in the Literature department, I decided that I should start writing.
I'd come up with this idea quite a while ago (while I was still in China, actually), and considered making it a collab between me and Zunar (I think that I still have that PM saved), but it never took off.
So, without further ado, here's the story that's been brewing, is now in progress, and hopefully, one that you'll like!
The Events: show
The Events
Once again, the forums have been demolished.
The Runouwlutionary War has shaken it.
The events of the Lake has rocked its foundations.
Crimson and Requirem, altogether, has made it collapse.
A barren rock-pile of what was once a gleaming city, full of people chatting and laughing and posting. And people hooting at the spambots that could do nothing but walk around.
I recall my days back then when I was an ignorant fool. To flame and argue and accuse and frame people.
I don't understand why I acted so brash. Was it immaturity?
My name is forever mud, trampled under the many footsteps that crossed this city. No-one likes me now.
Yes, I thought. I regret doing what I did. To know that those simple actions could bring an entire city onto its head.
The name of Raymond, I thought, is one I wish not to bear again.
I clambered down the hill, remembering the many footholds that the side beared. The Runouwlympics were an event, and scaling this hill was one of them. I had, naturally, watched, from outside the borders. Learning.
A rock jutted out that I could sit down on, and I did so.
Maybe, someday, the lost members will gather, and see what once was.
No time for resting, I thought. I hopped off the rock, and ran down the rest of the way. There was a day when that would've been fun.
Ah, there are the gates.
There is no security now. The registration office is just an empty box, the login keypad is hanging off half a wire, and the gates is buckled so that a wide gap looms. I slipped through, reminded of when I'd just become a member and stepped into the utopia, turned dystopia. The Welcome Hall is covered in plaster and rubble. No-one wants to be welcomed there.
Up ahead is Banned Way, where the Ban Log, and the Ban Gate leading to the outside resides. I traversed those steps six times, but not now.
Turning right leads onto Spam Road, where ironically enough, the Rules reside. Sadly, though, they've all been ripped off and scattered about the place. I'd like to have learned.
On the left is Demonik's Tavern. Closed, obviously. I'd like to have had a Coca-Cola. If they would've served it to me.
Up ahead is the Harbor. If there were boats (and if I had a membership pass) I could've ridden over to the Fortress of Awesome. It doesn't really look that awesome now...
The User's Rooms and the Guest Hotel face me. I know the layout of the Guest Hotel, but don't really remember how to navigate the User's Room. I was only one of them for such a short time.
The lobby looks neither welcoming nor relaxing. In fact, it's anything but either. I'd better move on.
This is the unfunctional lift. It would've probably taken members to their respective rooms. There's stairs.
My old ID, I think, was 1726 to 1730, and then 2498. Room 1710 is over there, so I shouldn't be far off.
Room 1720... 1724... and 1726. I still have my keys on a special keyring.
*rattle rattle* *click*
*creeeaaaak*
My room... still looks new. I barely touched it. I was out disobeying the rules.
My bed feels relatively comfy for the two years that nobody's cleaned it.
I'm on the bed... of a room... in a building... of a ruined region... of a broken city.
Once again, the forums have been demolished.
The Runouwlutionary War has shaken it.
The events of the Lake has rocked its foundations.
Crimson and Requirem, altogether, has made it collapse.
A barren rock-pile of what was once a gleaming city, full of people chatting and laughing and posting. And people hooting at the spambots that could do nothing but walk around.
I recall my days back then when I was an ignorant fool. To flame and argue and accuse and frame people.
I don't understand why I acted so brash. Was it immaturity?
My name is forever mud, trampled under the many footsteps that crossed this city. No-one likes me now.
Yes, I thought. I regret doing what I did. To know that those simple actions could bring an entire city onto its head.
The name of Raymond, I thought, is one I wish not to bear again.
I clambered down the hill, remembering the many footholds that the side beared. The Runouwlympics were an event, and scaling this hill was one of them. I had, naturally, watched, from outside the borders. Learning.
A rock jutted out that I could sit down on, and I did so.
Maybe, someday, the lost members will gather, and see what once was.
No time for resting, I thought. I hopped off the rock, and ran down the rest of the way. There was a day when that would've been fun.
Ah, there are the gates.
There is no security now. The registration office is just an empty box, the login keypad is hanging off half a wire, and the gates is buckled so that a wide gap looms. I slipped through, reminded of when I'd just become a member and stepped into the utopia, turned dystopia. The Welcome Hall is covered in plaster and rubble. No-one wants to be welcomed there.
Up ahead is Banned Way, where the Ban Log, and the Ban Gate leading to the outside resides. I traversed those steps six times, but not now.
Turning right leads onto Spam Road, where ironically enough, the Rules reside. Sadly, though, they've all been ripped off and scattered about the place. I'd like to have learned.
On the left is Demonik's Tavern. Closed, obviously. I'd like to have had a Coca-Cola. If they would've served it to me.
Up ahead is the Harbor. If there were boats (and if I had a membership pass) I could've ridden over to the Fortress of Awesome. It doesn't really look that awesome now...
The User's Rooms and the Guest Hotel face me. I know the layout of the Guest Hotel, but don't really remember how to navigate the User's Room. I was only one of them for such a short time.
The lobby looks neither welcoming nor relaxing. In fact, it's anything but either. I'd better move on.
This is the unfunctional lift. It would've probably taken members to their respective rooms. There's stairs.
My old ID, I think, was 1726 to 1730, and then 2498. Room 1710 is over there, so I shouldn't be far off.
Room 1720... 1724... and 1726. I still have my keys on a special keyring.
*rattle rattle* *click*
*creeeaaaak*
My room... still looks new. I barely touched it. I was out disobeying the rules.
My bed feels relatively comfy for the two years that nobody's cleaned it.
I'm on the bed... of a room... in a building... of a ruined region... of a broken city.
Explanation- Me (Part 1): show
Why am I here, when I am partly responsible for this mess?
I'll have to explain.
Three weeks later after the whole Crimson and KyRay mess, I was located (somewhere around the Newgrounds portal) and dragged all the way back to the gates of Runouw.com, with no further explanation than "You're a right troublemaker, so let's sort you out."
I was thrown into the Tavern, where Superyoshi pulled somewhere into the back, while people stared and pointed at me, the main antagonist of Runouw. I was trying to forget that.
Three minutes later, I was just about suffocating at the neck when the scene abruptly changed. The Global Moderator pulled me through a set of swing doors that opened to the exact opposite of the environment I was just in. The walls were white, there were dazzling fluorescent lights, and I could see people buzzing around tubes and Bunsen burners. Superyoshi dumped me in a white room, the kind you see in high-tech laboratories. This whole scenario probably was a high-tech laboratory.
Cuffs and restrainers popped out and flattened me to the floor.
Why would they have this behind a tavern? I went round the back once, and all I found was delivery crates and a very angry bartender, I thought.
The ground suddenly whirred, and a bed rose up right underneath me.
Wow, I thought. They have mechanical beds here.
Just then, I noticed that I was on the edge of the bed. I tried to shuffle away from it; the cuffs did their job though. I was pinned there like a fly in a spider web. What were they going to do to me, anyway?
I lay there through the silence, staring up at the ceiling. I turned my head to the side, but there were tongs and scissors and blades there, so I turned my head to the other side.
Requirem was there.
Now, if you don't know who Requirem is, he's my other (and good) half. There was quite a complicated mess that involved me nearly being killed, then being reincarnated as him, and him being inside. But my body was shoved out the gate (they'd found me in the city) while my conscious was still inside the city. This resulted in me being both outside and inside, and the only way left was for both me and Requirem to wake up, and our conscious to split between us. Thus, we're two people, but we're the same. He looked different from me, more friendlier. That's probably because he was me, just better.
Why am I speaking of him in past tense? That's what I want to explain.
Requirem was in the same state as me, cuffs over arms and legs, restraints over body. He was looking away from me, and he seemed a bit disgusted.
That was probably because I was here. While he was technically me (he had my memories and emotions too), he had a better conscience, and was inclined to be good. He still thought I was bad. He didn't like me because of that.
Runouw, the Runouw, came inside through the doors that I could just about spot in the bottom of my sight. He consulted with someone in a white suit briefly, then came over to me.
"Do you know why you're here?" I shook my head, quite an accomplishment. Runouw went over to the other side, grabbed a stool, then bought it back to my side and sat on it.
"You're here because you're a troublemaker. The very moment you came here, you claimed this forum as your own, framed other people, broke the rules constantly, and basically gave our forums a big black mark. That's the black mark we're clearing up now."
"Then why have you taken me here?" I asked, my voice a little shaky.
"Well, it's complicated, so you'll have to experience it. Suyo!" He called. "We're ready! Just remember to set the positive terminal away from the transistor, or you'll short-circuit it."
"I KNOW that," The voice of the Global Mod came back.
"Good. Just saying, because you sometimes tend to eff things up a lot when it comes to the bare bones." A growl responded, then Superyoshi came in. "Runouw, I'd recommend you watch from the observation room. Don't want you getting blended in."
Blended in? That did NOT sound good.
I'll have to explain.
Three weeks later after the whole Crimson and KyRay mess, I was located (somewhere around the Newgrounds portal) and dragged all the way back to the gates of Runouw.com, with no further explanation than "You're a right troublemaker, so let's sort you out."
I was thrown into the Tavern, where Superyoshi pulled somewhere into the back, while people stared and pointed at me, the main antagonist of Runouw. I was trying to forget that.
Three minutes later, I was just about suffocating at the neck when the scene abruptly changed. The Global Moderator pulled me through a set of swing doors that opened to the exact opposite of the environment I was just in. The walls were white, there were dazzling fluorescent lights, and I could see people buzzing around tubes and Bunsen burners. Superyoshi dumped me in a white room, the kind you see in high-tech laboratories. This whole scenario probably was a high-tech laboratory.
Cuffs and restrainers popped out and flattened me to the floor.
Why would they have this behind a tavern? I went round the back once, and all I found was delivery crates and a very angry bartender, I thought.
The ground suddenly whirred, and a bed rose up right underneath me.
Wow, I thought. They have mechanical beds here.
Just then, I noticed that I was on the edge of the bed. I tried to shuffle away from it; the cuffs did their job though. I was pinned there like a fly in a spider web. What were they going to do to me, anyway?
I lay there through the silence, staring up at the ceiling. I turned my head to the side, but there were tongs and scissors and blades there, so I turned my head to the other side.
Requirem was there.
Now, if you don't know who Requirem is, he's my other (and good) half. There was quite a complicated mess that involved me nearly being killed, then being reincarnated as him, and him being inside. But my body was shoved out the gate (they'd found me in the city) while my conscious was still inside the city. This resulted in me being both outside and inside, and the only way left was for both me and Requirem to wake up, and our conscious to split between us. Thus, we're two people, but we're the same. He looked different from me, more friendlier. That's probably because he was me, just better.
Why am I speaking of him in past tense? That's what I want to explain.
Requirem was in the same state as me, cuffs over arms and legs, restraints over body. He was looking away from me, and he seemed a bit disgusted.
That was probably because I was here. While he was technically me (he had my memories and emotions too), he had a better conscience, and was inclined to be good. He still thought I was bad. He didn't like me because of that.
Runouw, the Runouw, came inside through the doors that I could just about spot in the bottom of my sight. He consulted with someone in a white suit briefly, then came over to me.
"Do you know why you're here?" I shook my head, quite an accomplishment. Runouw went over to the other side, grabbed a stool, then bought it back to my side and sat on it.
"You're here because you're a troublemaker. The very moment you came here, you claimed this forum as your own, framed other people, broke the rules constantly, and basically gave our forums a big black mark. That's the black mark we're clearing up now."
"Then why have you taken me here?" I asked, my voice a little shaky.
"Well, it's complicated, so you'll have to experience it. Suyo!" He called. "We're ready! Just remember to set the positive terminal away from the transistor, or you'll short-circuit it."
"I KNOW that," The voice of the Global Mod came back.
"Good. Just saying, because you sometimes tend to eff things up a lot when it comes to the bare bones." A growl responded, then Superyoshi came in. "Runouw, I'd recommend you watch from the observation room. Don't want you getting blended in."
Blended in? That did NOT sound good.
Part 1 of a new chapter! Whoo! I sent this as a draft to SK, but then realized it would do good as a chapter part. So, here you are.
Feedback is welcome! I'd like to know how people want it to progress, and I hope that you will like future chapters!
And also, no, Raymond is not the main antagonist in this story.
It's a little short for now, but I hope to get another chapter up in, at the latest, a week!
