《Greenblood》Prologue: A lucky man
Advertisement
Like most days, Drake Castro sat in front of his plasma screen TV, watching his absolute favorite show on the E-Sports channel. Today, however, was not most days. Today a lottery would be drawn, and the winner would receive Drake’s most desired prize in the world: VR technology.
VR had come a long way, and instead of helmets that only simulated virtual reality, there were now capsules, which contained the user while they played. The reward for this lottery was a brand new VR capsule, that allowed players to stay in the game longer by having them sleep while they played. Drake relaxed in his plush recliner while he waited for the drawing, and reminisced on the first time he won the lottery.
3 years ago Drake had just turned 18, and on a whim bought a lottery ticket. That must’ve been one hell of a whim; that ticket turned out to be a winner, worth over 800 million dollars! Drake immediately had the realization that he didn't need to work ever again, and he had enough money to comfortably support him for the rest of his life. As such, he had decided to pursue his favorite pastime, video games.
"Attention all viewers, and welcome to the raffle!" the host opened as Drake slipped back into reality from his daydream.
"For all of you joining us to see the raffle draw, we have good news! The corporation "Natura" has offered a bonus prize to the winner of this raffle: there is now a new grand prize… If you win the runner-up prize, you will receive the previous reward of 1 brand new NVR capsule. However, if you receive the grand prize, you will get not just one VR capsule, but FOUR MORE to share with friends and family! And, as sponsored by Natura, the grand prize winner will also receive five premium packages for Natura's new game "GreenTree Online" that will allow you to start off with any basic class and any race, while others will have to play to unlock them!" The announcer beamed gleefully at the screen, showing his radiant white smile.
Advertisement
Drake's thoughts reeled at the idea. Whoever won this raffle could get a huge boost against other players depending on what race they picked! He quickly poked his head around the corner of the staircase and in his loudest voice, he called his friends downstairs. ”Guys! Get down here and look!"
With that yell four other men of varying ages from 21 to 34 came downstairs. First came Matthew Dixon, an English youth who moved to America when he was 8 and had lived next door to Drake for the ten years before Drake had turned 18. Next came Nikolai "Nick" Maximovich, a 34-year-old Russian who had moved to America on Drake's insistence and funding. After him came Kyle "Kai" Gekko jumping down the stairs three at a time. At 25 years old Kai was far more energetic than even Matthew was, and was always cheerful and ready for excitement. Lastly came Jason Easton, Drake's best friend and next door neighbor since birth. The four of them huddled up next to Drake as he explained to them the new reward for the drawing, and watched eagerly as the announcer drew the tickets.
"And the runner-up of our great raffle is..." the announcer paused, before finally exclaiming "Ivy Hartfield! Congratulations! Your new capsule will be brought to your home within the next few days! And now, for the draw that you've all been waiting for, the grand prize winner!" The announcer reached in and fumbled around before finally pulling out a ticket. Drake could feel his breath stop and his heart skip a beat.
“Drake Castro! Congratulations on your win! You will receive your capsule, as well as the other four if you should want them right away, at your house in only a few days! Thank you very much to our viewers at home, and good night!"
Drake sat stunned in his chair. "I won?" he asked. Then it set in. "I WON, GUYS!” he proclaimed in delight, and the cheers and celebrations echoed down all the hallways.
"This calls for a party!" Kai exclaimed, and nobody disagreed.
Advertisement
- In Serial14 Chapters
The Nephlim Trilogy: Qleehl
It starts when someone takes a life that was never theirs to take.It ends when every shard drowns and nothing remains of what they once knew. Thirteen years ago there was a massacre; a witch hunt of the worst kind with the ashes of innocents falling from the sky. Now, the world is made up of fragile glass, the cracks sharp and jagged. Hatred boils the crimson sea beneath the surface. All it takes is one wrong move- A plan to change the world.A bloody smile with an unspoken apology.A girl with bleeding hair in the monster filled mountains.A change in destiny. -for it to shatter. This is the story about the second war between nephlims and humans.This is the story of how everything ends. -- (21JUN2020 story will be active for another week, I unfortunately do not have a backlog so I can't extend my chapter updates until another port call. I do not know when the next port call will be so I will be on another Hiatus for an undetermined amount of time. Scribblehub is not blocked on my work computer so I will be able to update my story on that website. It can be found here.) This story is a draft, I'll be doing my best to update monthly; work might get in the way of that so some update might be delayed an extra week or so. There will be roughly 31 chapters in total (I have the entire plot written down for the first book and the overall plot written down for the entire series.). (Summary is also a WIP and will change later to better fit the story. Any advice on how to write a summary for multiple POV's would be amazing)
8 139 - In Serial10 Chapters
Mordheim: Servants of The Damned (A Warhammer Fantasy Fiction)
“The Great Library,” Stated the stranger with a pause. “You know of it?”“Of course I do. In the Merchant’s Quarter?”“Yes, in the Merchant’s Quarter. I have gathered that there is an… artefact of importance within its walls.” Slowly, the figure produced a rusted key from the furls of his robes and held it in a black-gloved hand. “This opens the door to its chambers. It is the grimoire of Gunnar von Krugenheim, and I believe that it would serve better in the world than locked away in a dusty room.” Behind the cursed walls of Mordheim, warbands and gangs of all stripes are embattled in constant wars for resources and power. The cursed city attracts throngs in the thousands, searching for treasures, artefacts, power, and sometimes all three. The Cult of the Hidden Brethren is no exception, and when an opportunity to extend their reach is discovered, the cultists are eager to take the opportunity. However, not all is set in stone, and soon the cultists discover that the lure of power alone may not be enough to give them the drive required to see their quest done... --- Mordheim: Servants of the Damned is a fanfiction set in the world of Warhammer Fantasy, which is not owned by me but by the company Games Workshop. I of course, lay claim to nothing in this story but the characters I have created, and the core events of the story itself. This is my first true foray into fantasy writing, let alone Warhammer Fantasy, therefore any feedback is welcome. (It should be noted as well, the cover art is merely an artwork I found online and is not mine, therefore I do not lay claim to that either.)
8 112 - In Serial8 Chapters
Black Sun
Two cousins, barely adult, are sent without explanations to another unknown world by a mysterious voice. Only information : do not let their shadows devour them ... Fear, happiness, curiosity, jealousy, despair, desire for survival ... Follow their lives in this new fantasy world full of magic and battles, silly and funny situations, serious, sad, violent and even bloody, romantic encounters and even sex ... put yourself in their places, be them, would you feel the same ? Will you see things the same way? Autour's note: this is my first time writing in English, so don't hesitate to correct/help me. Critics are welcome too of course ! now please, enjoy :D !
8 140 - In Serial11 Chapters
It's Hard to be a Hero in a Parallel World
A hero is transported from the real world into a parallel world similar to the video game he's been obsessed with for the past few weeks. The problem is, this game is way too difficult, especially for a nerdy gamer boy to survive. He decides to leave the hero-duty to someone who is actually competent while he looks for a way home. He hopes his knowledge of the game will help him stay out of trouble. Unfortunately, as one would imagine, the normal events of a game would change drastically when the main character is nowhere to be found. Read as the unlikely hero gets into trouble with his new companions, while trying to survive life in this parallel world. This is an original story that takes inspiration from and pokes fun at many novels, video games, anime, and the stereotypes and tropes that appear in those media.
8 192 - In Serial176 Chapters
Graphomurk
The gods play with the fates of people through their incomprehensible games. And what about you? Are you caught as well in the steely trap of destiny? Are you a pawn? Queen? Or maybe a future player? And what is the meaning of the game? What are millions of universes created and destroyed for? You will have to find out for yourself... The author himself is lost. There is no story, no leading idea. There is only the infinite bending of everything and anything in the name of the triumph of meaninglessness. The author just pours endless streams of graphomania on the mind of careless readers. Beware! Graphomurk! *** This is translation of Russian. Link to original author Avadhuta -> "http://samlib.ru/a/avadhuta/".
8 186 - In Serial26 Chapters
broken-hearted; jeongcheol
jeonghan is broken-heartedand seungcheol tears his heart up for him.©-darkseouls 2017(im currently editing this, because I have reread it and yikes)
8 224

