[I'll put my initial response at the end, what immediately follows was supposed to be an attempt to get them in the same place a the same time, and in order to do that I went with Snarky Bella, master of time and space, because she has a time machine which really seems the only way to get everyone together. Unfortunately it all got bogged down in boring exposition.]
[Plus I'm not sure exactly what to do because Tsukasa takes about six months to get going, where JC Denton is the sort of person who saves the world in a week. Though he did take 6 months of training between the intro and the start of the game, so I figured one could have the incident start concurrent with the intro, and thus have Tsukasa approach readiness at the same time JC was ready for his first mission. But then that means that the story has to last six months. So... who knows? Not I. Boring exposition to follow:]
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My brain hurt, as it often has a
tendency to do. I couldn't decide if it felt like a, 'You've let
yourself get dehydrated to the point of physical pain again,'
headache, or more of a, 'God hates you today,' headache. I was sure
that it hurt. I managed to move passed that little tidbit and get in
touch with other parts of my body. It became clear that I was on a
hard surface. Metal, paint, rust.
I groaned. It seemed the thing to do.
“How are you feeling?” someone
asked. I didn't recognize her voice.
I opened my eyes, the room I was in was
a very weathered red, looked as if it had somehow been left outside
for a few decades. I pushed myself off the floor and twisted to face
whoever had spoken. It took me a while to process what I was seeing.
She seemed familiar, but the connection didn't come, then I asked,
“Kristen Stewart?”
“Please, I have emotions.”
I pushed passed the feeling I might be
going insane and asked, “Bella Swan?”
“Yeah. How are you?”
“My head hurts and I think I'm going
nuts.” I looked around, a cavernous room, Irregular apparently
useless spires obsured the shape, but in the center was an
unmistakable hexagonal console, which appeared to be adorned with
controls from the early 1950s. “Is this your truck?”
“It is.” She helped me to my feet.
“When are we?”
“That is an interesting question. I
was on my way back to two thousand five when I sort of smashed into
this weird link between twenty ten Japan and and twenty fifty two
Nevada. I tried to power through it an ended up in, I think, twenty
fifty oneish New York and the Santa Clara facebook servers from two
thousand twelve or so. I'm pretty sure you got sucked in from the
serverside.”
I thought that over for a moment,
concluded it was six kinds of impossible, and said, “That is, hands
down, the worst exposition I've ever heard.”
“I blame you.” She gestured for me
to come to the console.
“Fair enough.” I followed her to
the console, which seemed to predate color television but had a very
nice laptop hooked into it via a tangled mass of wires sliced
together and eventually ending in a USB cable. I looked over the
laptop, discovered it seemed to be full of all kinds of information
none of which made sense to me, and finally asked Bella what I was
supposed to be looking at.
“Do you want more exposition?” She
asked, and I was forced to admit that, yes, I did want more
exposition, however bad it seemed to be at the moment. The story
simply couldn't continue until we got passed it and my headache
wasn't helping me in my attempts to figure it out on my own.
She punched a few keys and said, “As
you can see, MJ12 made several attempts to hack into a-”
I interrupted, “Actually, I can't
see.”
She pointed to the screen, “How can
you not see?”
I looked at the screen, there were
numbers, and letters, and more letters, arranged in a way that seemed
to have some sort of structure but no discernible meaning, “That
means nothing to me.”
“You're from seven years in my
future, how can you not know this?”
“I just don't.”
She made a guttural sound of
frustration and then said, “Fine,” somewhat angrily. She took a
moment to compose herself. Calmer, she said, “Sit down. I'll tell
you a story.” She sat crosslegged on the floor, I did the same.
“Once upon a time there was a conspiracy called the Illuminati, but
they got to big and complacent so they were killed off by MJ12. MJ12
wanted to control everything, but the internet proved too difficult
to deal with as the volume of informaton exceeded their abilities to
analyze so they tried to build an AI to do the work for them.”
“Called, 'Daedalus'. I know this
story.”
“Yes, and after Daedalus escaped and
began to work against them they worked on projects to contain and
combat him.”
“Icarus,” I said.
“Not just Icarus.” That I did not
know. “In their labs in Area 51 they searched for a way to combat
Daedalus.”
“See, I would have guessed Hong
Kong.”
“You're ruining the story.” She
seemed like she was going to go back to it, but then said, “No.
Hong Kong is where they're experimenting on Edward in an attempt to
make vampirism into a viable form of human augmentation for their
brainwashed agents. At this point in time,” She looked up at the
console, but apparently couldn't see what she was looking for and
gave up, “depending on when exactly we've landed, they've probably
already removed the sparkling, though they'll never quite manage to
get rid of the albinism.”
“Edward is being experimented on?”
“For a few years now.”
“Are you going to rescue him?”
“It's not high on my list of things
to do.” She stared off into space, at first I thought she was
looking at something behind me, but when I turned there was nothing
there. Whatever she was thinking about seemed to amuse her somewhat.
“Are you ready to return to the story?”
I shrugged.
She resumed, “Scientists from Area 51
discovered that a powerful AI had been involved in some shenanigans
revolving around an online game in Japan in 2010, and believed that
it could be used to defeat Daedalus. So they... I'm bored. Are you
bored? I'm bored.”
I was somewhat bored. I said so.
“Then lets just skip the rest of
this. I'll give you some excerpts: The AI wasn't actually in the
code. Discussion of metaphysics. Platonic ideals, yada yada, yada,
an accidental bridge between the platonic ideal of the 2010 internet
and the real world of the 2050s, so on so forth, some game called
Dead Rising 2, da da da, now there are zombies.”
“Zombies?” I did not see that
coming.
“Zombies. Would you like a sword?”
“Where did the sword come from?”
“The game that they were trying to
hack into wasn't the zombie game. It was a sword and sorcery MMO.”
“It has sorcery and the best you can
offer me is a sword?”
“I also have a teleportation flute,”
she held out an instrument whose shame reminded vaguely of a raygun
from a very old movie. I took the teleportation flute. “Come on,
I'll show you the zombies.” She led me from the room.
[Continues with Part 2: First Encounter]
[Continues with Part 2: First Encounter]
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[My original response:]
JC Denton (Deus Ex), Tsukasa (.hack//Sign), Bella Swan (Twilight). Bella will date the
enemy, Tsukasa will slowly overcome depression with the help of his friends eventually reaching the point where he can stand up to the god of whatever world we happen to be in, JC Denton will save the world in less than a week.
Even with Bella I think it'll be fine.
Actually, if Bella learns from Tsukasa (they start in very similar places in terms of mental health) she could be a capable ally as well. And if we're going with Snarky Twilight Bella then it probably ends up a race between her and JC to see who can save the world first.-
[Other things on this topic:]
[Some general thoughts on getting everyone together]
[A timeline of events]
Hmm. Nyarlko (from Haiyoru Nyaruani), TV!Jane Rizzoli, and Rick Castle. This is not going to be a G-rated story.
ReplyDeleteI still like the truck.
I don't think this works well with what I've been reading, watching, and playing, but what the hell. I apparently get Han Solo (I'm currently re-reading Brian Daley's Star Wars EU trilogy), whoever the hell the protagonist of Star Wars:The Clone Wars is - can I have Ahsoka Tano? She's the least annoying, and... SW:TOR doesn't have a protagonist, it's an MMO, will my Imperial Agent do? (Yes, I've been rather Star Wars binging.). I think I'll make out all right, as long as they all stay pointed at the zombies. There's even some chance they'd get along. And, even allowing for the high quantity of recklessness and bad luck there, I think they'd - we'd - save the world.
ReplyDeleteSomehow I think your team would get the world saved faster, and with fewer instances of managing to get captured, injured, or otherwise delayed and waylayed.