Alex Macer Chronicles: World in Demise
by: Christian Ingram
Chapter 1
In the heart of New York rests a run-down apartment complex. Look up to the 5th floor, apartment 153. Inside the door lies a room about the size of a walk in closet. At the far right corner is a desk that is being drowned by an array of different cords and wires. Several different electronics cover this desk, including a computer. Behind it is a scrawny 17 year old, sitting on a seemingly century-old chair. Shaggy brown hair almost covers his eyes, just about blocking his view of the computer. On the screen is a green bar slowly crawling, labeled installing.
“Come on, Hurry up!” The boy, named Alex hurried his computer. It seemed like ages, but finally the bar came to a stop at the 100% mark. As fast as he possibly could, Alex opened up the game and waited with as much patience as he could have. Which of course, wasn’t very much. After a couple more hollers at his screen, the intro began. A raspy voice blasted through his giant speakers.
“Welcome to the beginning of the end. The world is at the brink of complete destruction. Our ‘almighty’ dictator Kriton is nearing complete domination of the world. His number one goal is to destroy anyone in his path, his path to dominate and then destroy our home - earth. It is your job to take control of a cyborg mercenary, fitted to be an upgraded copy of you, and stop Kriton from completing this goal of his. Do whatever is necessary to do this, whether you kill him or cripple his army. Throughout this journey to stop Kriton, you will encounter several of his soldiers. These ‘soldiers’ are genetically modified humans, and will stop at nothing to eliminate whoever they are ordered to. I bid you farewell, and wish you luck, this information is all i can give.”
The last few words of this transmitted message began to distort, and almost sound like a robot. This was not the only occurrence that seemed strange, after the distorted voice faded out, the screen started to do the same. It began to flicker and show flashes of black and white across the screen. Alex did not know what to do, so his first instinct was to get up. This however, he couldn’t bring himself to do. There was some weird force of some kind keeping him in his seat. He tried and tried, but couldn’t do it. Alex sat there fidgeting around in his seat, his eyes planted on the screen. All of a sudden it seemed like the screen was moving towards him. Bigger and bigger the screen became until it totally engulfed his vision….
by: Christian Ingram
Chapter 1
In the heart of New York rests a run-down apartment complex. Look up to the 5th floor, apartment 153. Inside the door lies a room about the size of a walk in closet. At the far right corner is a desk that is being drowned by an array of different cords and wires. Several different electronics cover this desk, including a computer. Behind it is a scrawny 17 year old, sitting on a seemingly century-old chair. Shaggy brown hair almost covers his eyes, just about blocking his view of the computer. On the screen is a green bar slowly crawling, labeled installing.
“Come on, Hurry up!” The boy, named Alex hurried his computer. It seemed like ages, but finally the bar came to a stop at the 100% mark. As fast as he possibly could, Alex opened up the game and waited with as much patience as he could have. Which of course, wasn’t very much. After a couple more hollers at his screen, the intro began. A raspy voice blasted through his giant speakers.
“Welcome to the beginning of the end. The world is at the brink of complete destruction. Our ‘almighty’ dictator Kriton is nearing complete domination of the world. His number one goal is to destroy anyone in his path, his path to dominate and then destroy our home - earth. It is your job to take control of a cyborg mercenary, fitted to be an upgraded copy of you, and stop Kriton from completing this goal of his. Do whatever is necessary to do this, whether you kill him or cripple his army. Throughout this journey to stop Kriton, you will encounter several of his soldiers. These ‘soldiers’ are genetically modified humans, and will stop at nothing to eliminate whoever they are ordered to. I bid you farewell, and wish you luck, this information is all i can give.”
The last few words of this transmitted message began to distort, and almost sound like a robot. This was not the only occurrence that seemed strange, after the distorted voice faded out, the screen started to do the same. It began to flicker and show flashes of black and white across the screen. Alex did not know what to do, so his first instinct was to get up. This however, he couldn’t bring himself to do. There was some weird force of some kind keeping him in his seat. He tried and tried, but couldn’t do it. Alex sat there fidgeting around in his seat, his eyes planted on the screen. All of a sudden it seemed like the screen was moving towards him. Bigger and bigger the screen became until it totally engulfed his vision….