The days had begun to blend together. Harry wasn't sure if it was Wednesday, or Thursday. He had spent at least three weeks in his chair. Though the man had already recognized the patterns and daytime routines of each day. On a Wednesday, the person in the room to the West of his always left their room at 10:25 for the same reason, every Wednesday. However on Thursdays, on his East the wailing stopped. It was something he had gotten used to, the gentle screams for justice next door.
Each day he would be woken at 5:00 am by the wardens bringing his breakfast. At 8:30 am they would return with syringes and walky-talkies, if he decided to struggle, they had tasers at hand. He was forced medicine to keep him awake, and emotionless so suicide was out of the question. Time would fly by, and after hours of nonstop gaming, 1:00 would hit and his lunch would be delivered. A bowl of lukewarm soup, a piece of slightly stale bread, and a carton of milk. It was one percent...disgusting.
Back before he graduated from grade school, and when he could only handle playing the few MMORPG's and Tetris games he bought with his allowance, Harry was deeply intrigued by the way pixels could gather, and do his bidding. He had long since grown out of the simple games, moving onto large console franchise RPG's such as Assassin's Creed and Call of Duty. Even while those were entertaining, he had yet to find the one game that struck his fancy.
After lunch today, was when the trainer would come in and force Harry to exercise inside the game. This was the day he would be hooked up to tubes, a black motorcycle-like helmet settled over his curls - effectively crushing them against his face and rubbing gently into his skin. The annoying pricks of IV drips and fluid food drips sliding into the skin under his arms. He swallowed down his food, shuddering at the thought. He remembered the last time he had dived into it...the game called 'Minecraft'. They had told it was a child's game...but oh how wrong they had been.
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They called this place; "Cubecraft", and when entering this world it was immediately clear as to why. The characters walk by, a harsh clicking sound emitting from their freakishly cubic limbs. I turn my head, trying my hardest to examine my own body, but to no avail. My gaze snaps up as a voice speaks inside of my mind. "Alright Harry, your first game is simple. It is called 'Survival Games', think Hunger Games on this one bud. You're good at killing right? Perfect for this one."
The screen becomes black, and before he could adjust to the light difference, he was dropped onto a platform. He takes in his surroundings, realizing he was part of 23 others surrounding a large platform littered in chests. Each person looked different, but according to the film this was like, each deadly. Judging by the few chests behind his body as well, it seemed as though there were more than what is offered in the center. That would be his escape. The moment the loud dinging ceased, Harry launched off of the platform and begun sprinted away from the masses of screaming players and fists hitting fists. He didn't stop running for a while, halting once he approached a small house.
He quietly raids the three chests inside. Receiving a wooden sword, leather boots and an iron helmet, a pair of carrots, 10 pieces of steak - cooked, and what looked like a compass. There were words etched along the back of it's cool metal. They read, "Player Tracking Compass: Will move toward the closest enemy." Harry smirked internally, seeing as the player characters apparently couldn't move their minor body parts. He steps out of the home, compass in hand. It happened to be pointing to the way he had come, pointing 120 blocks in that direction. Harold figured that the enemies would eventually kill each other off...and so if he could manage to hideout until then...he eats a steak and continues to run.
Eventually he reaches a beautiful dock, one that held a large double chest at one end. He glances down at his compass, realizing the position had changed to directly ahead. However it said 308 blocks away...he should be safe. He made his way toward the dock, his feet clicking annoyingly against the wooden surface. He opens the chest, frowning to see it empty. However as it closes, he glances at his compass. 10 blocks, behind his position. Chills ran up his spine, and he spun, wielding his sword with a small glare. There stood an almost completely unarmed player. His name lit up his creepy features, ones that looked as though they had been carved in with a knife. "XXHACKSFORDAYSXX." I murmur, examine him with a small smirk.
Harry rushed forward, only to stop in his tracks as the newcomer zooms straight upward into the air, now holding onto a glittering diamond sword, his head tilting downward toward Harold's player. "Game over...noob." He says softly, launching at Harold with a speed that seemed unreasonably fast. No game would implement such unfair advantages! Harry's body flies backward with impact, thudding against the ground. He moves to stand, forced back against the wood as the other places a hard boot against his chest. He drops some sort of vile on Harold, and he found he no longer could lift himself.
Suddenly, the man's player became more realistic. The wind blew harshly against his pale skin. He stood at the edge of a small dock, looking out at the twinkling blue water which reflected the starry sky above...a natural mirror. He shifts, the water catching the sword held in his hand, glinting against the small pools.
The man squats, his strong quads flexing with movement. Red liquid drips slowly down the blade, splashing into the water. He runs his lithe fingers over the hilt and chuckles. The laugh was deep in his throat, coming out more like a chocolate purr. That was the fifth person. Hiding his hacks had become too easy, nobody ever came to this place it was hidden behind everything, tucked away behind firewalls and coding. They hid pretty well once he added a few codes to the mainframe.
XXHACKSFORDAYSXX leans over the glittering water, his eyes glinting dangerously as he dips the knifes blade underneath the cool surface, rinsing the blood completely off before tugging it free. Droplets of pink water splatter against the dock as he stands and turns, his pixelized boots clicking deeply with the contact to the wood beneath him. The haunting sound comes to a halt and he kneels down once again, the brown suede squares stopping in front of another pair of shoes, these ones horizontal.
The moonlight shone down on his hair, shadowing out his face and causing him to show up like a silhouette from a thriller film. Hell, with what he was currently busying himself with made the assumption true. His large hand slips under the short fabric of the body, and he lets put a soft breath while shoving he short up and exposing bone pale skin. "GG." He whispered to the paralyzed Harry, a winning smirk on his face.
He raises his blade, humming softly. A sweet and haunting tune from his childhood as the knife slices through skin and fat. It was like cutting through butter. Blood immediately spots his hands, and he curses softly, wiping his hands on his cape.
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Harold awakens, lifting his body slightly and removing his helmet. The tech team stares at him, shock evident in their eyes. "Harry...what in the world was that?" A grim smile crosses his plump lips, and he softly responds, a glint in his eyes that only one type of player could elicit.
"That. Was a hacker...and he is going to be stopped. I am diving tomorrow, same place...same time."
Each day he would be woken at 5:00 am by the wardens bringing his breakfast. At 8:30 am they would return with syringes and walky-talkies, if he decided to struggle, they had tasers at hand. He was forced medicine to keep him awake, and emotionless so suicide was out of the question. Time would fly by, and after hours of nonstop gaming, 1:00 would hit and his lunch would be delivered. A bowl of lukewarm soup, a piece of slightly stale bread, and a carton of milk. It was one percent...disgusting.
Back before he graduated from grade school, and when he could only handle playing the few MMORPG's and Tetris games he bought with his allowance, Harry was deeply intrigued by the way pixels could gather, and do his bidding. He had long since grown out of the simple games, moving onto large console franchise RPG's such as Assassin's Creed and Call of Duty. Even while those were entertaining, he had yet to find the one game that struck his fancy.
After lunch today, was when the trainer would come in and force Harry to exercise inside the game. This was the day he would be hooked up to tubes, a black motorcycle-like helmet settled over his curls - effectively crushing them against his face and rubbing gently into his skin. The annoying pricks of IV drips and fluid food drips sliding into the skin under his arms. He swallowed down his food, shuddering at the thought. He remembered the last time he had dived into it...the game called 'Minecraft'. They had told it was a child's game...but oh how wrong they had been.
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They called this place; "Cubecraft", and when entering this world it was immediately clear as to why. The characters walk by, a harsh clicking sound emitting from their freakishly cubic limbs. I turn my head, trying my hardest to examine my own body, but to no avail. My gaze snaps up as a voice speaks inside of my mind. "Alright Harry, your first game is simple. It is called 'Survival Games', think Hunger Games on this one bud. You're good at killing right? Perfect for this one."
The screen becomes black, and before he could adjust to the light difference, he was dropped onto a platform. He takes in his surroundings, realizing he was part of 23 others surrounding a large platform littered in chests. Each person looked different, but according to the film this was like, each deadly. Judging by the few chests behind his body as well, it seemed as though there were more than what is offered in the center. That would be his escape. The moment the loud dinging ceased, Harry launched off of the platform and begun sprinted away from the masses of screaming players and fists hitting fists. He didn't stop running for a while, halting once he approached a small house.
He quietly raids the three chests inside. Receiving a wooden sword, leather boots and an iron helmet, a pair of carrots, 10 pieces of steak - cooked, and what looked like a compass. There were words etched along the back of it's cool metal. They read, "Player Tracking Compass: Will move toward the closest enemy." Harry smirked internally, seeing as the player characters apparently couldn't move their minor body parts. He steps out of the home, compass in hand. It happened to be pointing to the way he had come, pointing 120 blocks in that direction. Harold figured that the enemies would eventually kill each other off...and so if he could manage to hideout until then...he eats a steak and continues to run.
Eventually he reaches a beautiful dock, one that held a large double chest at one end. He glances down at his compass, realizing the position had changed to directly ahead. However it said 308 blocks away...he should be safe. He made his way toward the dock, his feet clicking annoyingly against the wooden surface. He opens the chest, frowning to see it empty. However as it closes, he glances at his compass. 10 blocks, behind his position. Chills ran up his spine, and he spun, wielding his sword with a small glare. There stood an almost completely unarmed player. His name lit up his creepy features, ones that looked as though they had been carved in with a knife. "XXHACKSFORDAYSXX." I murmur, examine him with a small smirk.
Harry rushed forward, only to stop in his tracks as the newcomer zooms straight upward into the air, now holding onto a glittering diamond sword, his head tilting downward toward Harold's player. "Game over...noob." He says softly, launching at Harold with a speed that seemed unreasonably fast. No game would implement such unfair advantages! Harry's body flies backward with impact, thudding against the ground. He moves to stand, forced back against the wood as the other places a hard boot against his chest. He drops some sort of vile on Harold, and he found he no longer could lift himself.
Suddenly, the man's player became more realistic. The wind blew harshly against his pale skin. He stood at the edge of a small dock, looking out at the twinkling blue water which reflected the starry sky above...a natural mirror. He shifts, the water catching the sword held in his hand, glinting against the small pools.
The man squats, his strong quads flexing with movement. Red liquid drips slowly down the blade, splashing into the water. He runs his lithe fingers over the hilt and chuckles. The laugh was deep in his throat, coming out more like a chocolate purr. That was the fifth person. Hiding his hacks had become too easy, nobody ever came to this place it was hidden behind everything, tucked away behind firewalls and coding. They hid pretty well once he added a few codes to the mainframe.
XXHACKSFORDAYSXX leans over the glittering water, his eyes glinting dangerously as he dips the knifes blade underneath the cool surface, rinsing the blood completely off before tugging it free. Droplets of pink water splatter against the dock as he stands and turns, his pixelized boots clicking deeply with the contact to the wood beneath him. The haunting sound comes to a halt and he kneels down once again, the brown suede squares stopping in front of another pair of shoes, these ones horizontal.
The moonlight shone down on his hair, shadowing out his face and causing him to show up like a silhouette from a thriller film. Hell, with what he was currently busying himself with made the assumption true. His large hand slips under the short fabric of the body, and he lets put a soft breath while shoving he short up and exposing bone pale skin. "GG." He whispered to the paralyzed Harry, a winning smirk on his face.
He raises his blade, humming softly. A sweet and haunting tune from his childhood as the knife slices through skin and fat. It was like cutting through butter. Blood immediately spots his hands, and he curses softly, wiping his hands on his cape.
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Harold awakens, lifting his body slightly and removing his helmet. The tech team stares at him, shock evident in their eyes. "Harry...what in the world was that?" A grim smile crosses his plump lips, and he softly responds, a glint in his eyes that only one type of player could elicit.
"That. Was a hacker...and he is going to be stopped. I am diving tomorrow, same place...same time."
I truly hope you enjoyed it! It took me quite some time, this isn't specifically about hackers on Cubecraft SG, but mainly about the other day when I encountered one in EggWars. I rarely see them on the server, so go CCG! Any feedback you can provide toward the story would be great! Thanks for reading :D
