Lethal Reword: Intro level: Press Reset!
 

A bright light, a sound like nothing you’ve ever heard, you slip back out of consciousness. You wake up on your back in the forest, it’s dark and the sounds of strange animals can be heard all around. You get up, and look down; there’s a patch of grass charred around where you were laying. You look down at yourself; you’re, different to say the least. Up ahead you see a clearing. Light is shining through the trees onto a large boulder where a young man is sitting having a conversation with a light blue rectangle hovering in front of him. “Yeah I know, they should be here any minute- oh shit there they are.” He flicked a jewel on his neck and the screen disappeared with a faint beep. He looked around at the others coming into the clearing, his cat like eyes scanned everyone before he looked up into the sky and exhaled deeply. He grins revealing a mouth full of viciously sharp teeth. “So you guys must be the new players. Welcome to Lethal Reword. I suppose you have all kinds of questions, so let’s be quick about it, I’ve got a job to do. Mostly causing large amounts of chaos, but it’s my passion. You are now in Lethal Reword, a virtual world created so you would'nt die when we ripped the soul out of your body, Basically you are all here to power some ancient thing my creator dug up on an expedition, your bodies are out there in your world supplying free labor for the other part of her plan, you are kept occupied here by.. me, I guess I'm the bad guy. you can choose to stay here, adventure and all that, or you can try to be released right now and I'll kill you, releaseing a large amount of energy and forcing us to get more subjects...” There is an awkward silence "Well? hurry up I don't have all day."

"Okay, so we can either play videogames for like, forever and let our bodies work for free while we do this, or we can fight you to the death, in which you claim you will kill us, and attempt to gain our bodies back." Razma said to the man. "I can only anwser in one way." Razma yanked out his pistols and fired two shots right at the man.

Oliver looked about, his face and eyes hidden by the hood... he had felt himself, and wished to see himself... he also noticed he wa sshorter than he once was. "You ripped my soul... from my very body...?" He started to back away. "Then again..." He raised his hand... or rather, the copper-scaled claw and looked at it. "I've a chance... to do whatever I wish... to adventure in a world... and be famous..." His eyebrow raised. "Or infamous, if I wish." He smiles. "I'll play this game..." His eyes widened at the man, Ramza, and quickly made distance between himself and the man... if they were in a ame... they could pretty much be immortal! He smiled at the thought, but kept it quiet. Infinate Power! He began to get a little giddy, then caught himself. He didn't think like that! What was going on...? Is it this body...? He watched Ramza shot at the man, his eyes widening. "You fool, that man could be your way out!" He spoke differently... this was not his normal voice. Now it was much deeper. He liked it.

Wolfram:One shot zoomed off into the distance, the other grazed his forearm, he gritted his teeth and groaned"Well there is one other way you could have responded" he leaped into the air pulling out his sword, hovered, then shot down at Ramza, kicking the man in the chest and knocking him down, he placed one foot on his chest, held his sword to Ramza's forehead and said "You could have tried to choke the words out through the blade"
Jamal: Jamal was never known for strategic thoughts or carefully laid out plans, so he decided to do what he could to help out the dude with the guns, he dashed forward pulling his sword out of it's black and gold sheathe, he held his sword up over his head and swung it down as he neared the man in the cape. Wolfram instantly spun around, and blocked Jamal's attack. "What was that supposed to be?" jamal looked dejectedly to the forest floor "Well I just thought_" the man cut him offf "No. you did'nt" he let go of his sword which hovered in mid air and grabbed Jamal's sword arm, Slapped him hard three times then reared back and punched him, sending him flying across the clearing.

Razma rolled back once the man was off his chest, and once cleared he thought for a second. Alright, so obviously I have to have some type of ability, else the offer for adventure wouldn't have been offered. So now I gotta figure out what it is. Razma started walking backwards and firing, in an attempt to stop the attacks of the attacker, while he thought, starting to slowly realize what he could do.

Conrad watches the fight unfold, mulling over what Wolfram had said. "hmmm . . . So, we do have souls, this raises some questions." He then mulls some more, and proceeds to walk up to Wolfram through the fray. "Sir, there are a few things we must discuss before sides can be chosen."

"What the hell?" Erika said, looking around. She heard the sounds of a fight nearby, and ran over to see what was going on. Upon hearing what the guy had to say, she stayed silent, thinking about his words.

Oliver turned, ready to back away and run... but couldn't help but find himself interested. He damned his ignorance, pulled his hood tighter, and walked over, standing next to Erika and lookin up at the others... He damned his height.

He spoke, "You all. Stop fighting. Idiots... it could be worse, you know. He could all be dead." He shrugged. "Or..." He sighed slowly, pulling his hood off his head and showing his face. "You could look like me." His bronze/copper scales glistened a bit, and he held his reptillian head as regally as possible, puffing out his chest... he realized how powerful his new form was, short or not, as the muscles stretched out the leather armor. "Whoa..." He shook his head. "Errm... I mean, ugh! It's useless to just randomly fight someone! We don't even know where we are... I, personally, think of this as a gift... think of the power! We have a whole world to ourselves to explore... Isn't that great?" His eyes twinkled with excitement.

Wolfram: He heard ramza get up of his feet and move backwards, in a few seconds he had raised a gravitational field around him, slowing and then stopping the bullets in midair, they dropped to the ground helplessly "Nows a smart little dragon-guy-thing. Now my boss has given me deliberate orders not to kill this batch, I killed all the last ones, but that was they're faults. So because I'm not evil, just bad, I'll only kill these two, for attacking me." on the other side of the clearing, Jamal was getting on his feet, Wolfram jumped to the side, held his hands out wide then clapped them together yelling "Attract!", Ramza and Jamal flew forward, crashing into each other and slumping to the ground. He turned to Conrad, "Now what do you want?"
Jamal: He had just barely got up when something pulled him way across the clearing and smack into Ramza, as he tried to get up the man with the robe seemed stuck to his back, "Hey man, get off! "he pushed against him but he would'nt budge.

Andrew got up, using his quarterstaff to help him stand, much like a walki- quarterstaff? What now? Andrew stared at the quarterstaff in his hands, and he felt an odd weight around his neck. He raised a hand to touch whatever it was, and encountered a strange talisman shaped like a battery.

"So this is a game, right? Where are all the morons running around screaming 'give me free weapons' and 'STFU |\|0013!' or 'A/S/L plzkthx'?"