The year is 3925, the month of Augustine of the 13th according to the Sol Calendar. I'm here, sitting in a dome, scared for my life. I never thought I would be chosen to participate... I thought I was going to spend my 23rd Birthday with my family, and the few friends that I still have from Upper Education and from the new job I had just started.
I thought for sure that if I chose an Intergalactic Federales job as a Space Craft Transportation Security Officer... Who would have guessed that only 5 days after I started, that the universe would be cruel and choose me for The 283rd Universal Games. These games held by those Immortal Legions designed as both a reward to whoever won, and an undignified death for those who didn't.
By Auren I am scared at this moment, and can't help praying to Her, the Goddess of the Games, hoping for her luck to shine upon me.
A screen appeared in front of me. It must have been part of the implant the Immortal Legions forcibly implant into all those who were set to be put into the games.
In the reflection of the screen to the top left was a diagnostic tool loading screen. In the emptiness of the middle of the screen, my face could be seen. It would be the last time I would see this face until the Third Phase of the UG. Thats what happens every UG after all. It was the only thing I had on me to remember my parents by, even if it looked rough.
My face was that of an Auvantal. In easy terms I resemble a bipedal Giant Otter. Standing at 5'11", my main fur color is a slick dark blue, starting from from the top of my head, and going down my back to my thick tail. From my face down to my stomach is a cream colored fur. Two eyes of a minty green color. I was wearing a tailor made suit that I was planning on surprising everyone at my birthday party with before I was abducted for the UG.
Thats the part they never tell you. They never tell you that those chosen in the Universal Lottery are knocked out within 24 hours of their names being drawn, no matter where in the known Universal Empire they are. Even as a Martial Arts Practitioner, I didnt even have a nano-second before I was knocked out.
I still can't believe it. I was even going to bring a gift for little Bonbon à la Menthe, my 7 year old niece. My elder brother, Sirop de Menthe, is a Magistrate in the county of Vilum where we lived. His wife and Little Bonbons mother, was Christine à la Neuvero, a clan member whom had traces of Terran dna still inside her, of the à la Neuvero clan , our De Menthe clans previous nemesis, now turned into adored In-laws, was a busy Modeler, so for the longest of time, I, who barely even had a part time job at the local Tavern at the time, ended up becoming her Guardian, and was trusted to take care of her when I was 18. Five years have passed since that little Otter met me, her tiny, pearl like eyes staring at me from my brothers strong arms. I raised her like she was my daughter as well, making sure she got all the attention she needed. I took her to education classes, to eat, to enjoy various things on our planet. I hope my clan can take care of her...
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I was awooen from my reverie by the sound of the diagnostic tool being finished loading. The screen lit up a bright blue from the dark black it was previously, as an animation played on the screen.
"Heeeelllooo there contestant! My name is Miguel Orion, your announcer for this years game! Its finally been four years since the last UG, and we are just glad to have you!" Said an overly excited males voice from the screen, as various pictures from the last UG played in the background.
"Oh Auren, Miguel is our announcer this year... I hope he doesnt do anything crazy like he did four games ago.." I muttered to myself, my eyes glued to the screen.
"This years UG will be wild, crazy, and exciting for the whole family! Mind the younger ones eyes for the deaths though. In any case, There will be 10 phases for the UG this time! A new theme will take place during each phase. In fact, here in a second, after your form is changed into that of an ancient Terran, your role will be assigned to you! Do your best at playing your role! We have a LOT of Players chosen for this years UG, so please accept these implants. They can hold valuable information for you, such as a status screen, an inventory screen, and a Quest/Map screen, although you wont get the full map but just your surrounding area. And remember! The top 5 winners get to choose which Immortal Legion they will join! The rest under fifth place...? Well, lets just say that we'll pray for their souls." Miguel droned on and on about some insignificant details about his day after this before finally calming his voice and saying the final words before he left the screen. "Systems, intiate save body and overwrite the users current body with an Ancient Terrans body. That is all. May Auren be with you all."
I was confused for a second. Overwrite? Previously it was only just a charm given to the players that would change their appearence... What does overwrite mean? I thought to myself in confusion, before looking at the screen again, as words were passing by.
Command accepted. Saving current appearance.... Saving... Saving... Save complete!
CREATING FORM BASED OFF ANCIENT TERRAN... COMPLETE!
Overwrite sequence initiated. User. Prepare yourself for terrible pain as the overwriting process changes your entire body.
"What does that even mea- AUUUUGGHHHH!!! IT HURTS! AHHHHH!" As I slammed into the ground from the pain, the last thing I saw on that detestable screen before I passed out from the terrible pain was a message.
Good Luck User! Don't die yet! =]
And then all fades to black.
