Capitolo 1: Chapter One: Join Server
Carrow let out a sardonic laugh. A dark laughter that echoed from his chest. He bent over, still laughing before it petered off into a chuckle, and with a huff of air he started laughing again. It was mocking and cynical, before turning strained. The dark emotion of disbelief and mockery twisted into the quickly growing realization of dawning understanding.
"This... hehe, this is real." Carrow muttered, his lips twitching. His brows couldn't decide on whether or not to scrunch up in confusion or raise in surprise, while his eyes were filling with that creeping dread of understanding and comprehension.
Carrow swallowed, but his now growing hysteria and hyperventilation caused him to choke on his saliva. Hacking and coughing, Carrow grabbed his chest through his black T-shit. No words were on the shirt itself, but an image of a NCR Ranger or perhaps the Courier Six himself with revolver barred was imprinted on his shirt.
Pounding on his chest to get some life back into his lungs, Carrow closed his eyes and hung his head back. Some of his dark brown hair dropped out from his eyes, long and needing a haircut along with some grease as he forgot to shampoo the day before. He was usually better about hygiene, but it was winter vacation and he didn't really bother with much when de-stressing.
Carrow's head dropped back down from the sky, only to snap back up as his eyes caught a certain cosmic feature hovering in the sky. "What the, FUCK! Shit, shit, shit, no, please not here." Carrow prayed and begged, as his eyes took in the sight of a moon far too large to be thousands of miles away and far too shattered to be any normal moon. "I'm real right? Pain, check. I think therefore I am or some shit, right? This isn't some fucking fan fiction, like fuck bro, fucking fuck!" Carrow slapped himself a few times, growing dread at the feeling of pain and thus life. "Okay, okay, calm, yes calm. I am zen, the monk master kung fu guy, calm." Carrow repeated his mantra as he tore his eyes from the broken and shattered moon.
Taking a deep breath and then exhaling through his nose, Carrow turned his attention back to 'the problem'. "Okay, shattered moon doesn't mean RWBY, I mean sure, maybe, but come on, it's likely just another planet and hopefully not a deathworld at that!" Carrow lied to himself, and poorly at that. "Who am I kidding, RWBY it might not be, but no one gets transmigrated to just end up in comfy McComf Ville." Carrow thought harshly. He never was an optimist.
"Aight, Aight, forest, forest, forest, hills, mountains, forests. Sigh, I guess I should stop ignoring it." Carrow stated. His eyes didn't exactly dilate as they did unfocus. Less staring at something else unseen, and more staring at something but the mind is somewhere else.
"Health, 78, um, that's bad I think. Whatever, armor 0, Aura, fuck its RWBY, sigh, 0." Carrow muttered under his breath, he took another and worked up a enough guts before starting to start 'experimenting'.
"Status." Nothing.
"Menu?" Nada.
"Um, shit, that's all I got." Carrow tapped a finger on his chin before his expression sharpened. "Wait, just wait a fucking moment." Carrow had previously ignored it, but now that he reassessed his HUD, something was familiar with it. "Civilian, 10000 Lien, yep RWBY, but still, nostalgia is tingling hard." Carrow stroked his chin in thought as he parsed through his memories.
"No fucking way. F4." Carrow stated and he promptly jerked back. A job menu no hovering in front of him. Before Carrow could even start parsing through the jobs, rationality came back and his mouth moved. "F1." Carrow stated, from the Job menu to the Main Menu.
"Welcome to Remnant RP | Fast Download | 10K Start | RWBY RP | Small Pop." Carrow read. His eyes roamed over the page and found rather basic 'Rules' for a Dark RP server, but it was all written in a way that felt less like 'Break this and die' and more like 'haha, rulez, kek w'. Carrow muttered another command. "Tab." The server list flashed before his eyes. Blinking at the flash of the menu, Carrow frowned before trying something. "Hold Tab." The menu held. Carrow's eyes roved over the information and he found what he was looking for.
2/2
Name | Job | Rank | Ping |
Carrow Iron | Citizen | SUPER VVIP +++ | -1 Ping |
envious | God | Superduper Admin | -999 Ping |
"...Fuuuuck." Carrow's face was pale, he just stared at the screen for a moment, before he stated a command. "F2." The help menu popped up. Carrow read the screen before stating another. "Close Tab Menu." The server roster closed. Carrow then tried another command, this one rather risky.
"/OOC Hi, I'm new, help plz." A key board appeared after he said /OOC and he typed his message.
A text box appeared.
"Carrow Iron: (OOC) Hi, I'm new, help plz."
"envious: (OOC) Lies, you have 3k hours."
"Carrow: (OOC) New to server type, always consult veterans."
"envious: (OOC) True. To start, rules don't mean shit, cuz you know, this isn't Gmod. You're kinda immortal, if someone finds out that you're an RP'er and not your job you'll be 'vulnerable' to perm death by that person and all they get to believe them. You'll also die if you're a hobo and breaking RP by living in a home, you won't be protected by RP rules, you dig? Systems real cool, made it myself."
"Carrow Iron: (OOC) Noice, so, is spawn random? I'm in some rando forest."
"envious: (OOC) Ah shit, forgot to set spawn, U want TP to Vale? it was meant to be spawn."
"Carrow Iron: (OOC) Ye sure, but before I do, can u give me a run down on some of the more 'basic' abilities."
"envious: (OOC) Sure, just think of your hot bar, its easy, any item in your hot bar is uber easy to use, u won't be master level, but easily an adept, so no need to worry 'bout a tutorial on "How to use tool gun", and "How to use Physics Gun"."
"Carrow Iron: (OOC) Damn, that's trippy."
"envious: (OOC) Ye."
"Carrow Iron: (OOC) So whats your Job entail, do I need to construct an alter or somethin'."
"envious: (OOC) That would help, I'm RP'ing God and am in competition with the two brothers, worship is appreciated."
"Carrow Iron: Ironic that I don't envy you."
"envious: (OOC) LOL."
"envious: (OOC) TP? \>.>\"
"Carrow Iron has changed their name to Walter White."
"Walter White has changed their job to Drug Lord."
"Walter White: (OOC) Ye. Gotta get my RP on."
"envious: (OOC) Noice! TP Incoming!"
Carrow, or rather Walter now, wore Walter's face, body, and snazzy clothes. He closed his eyes and felt himself move. He opened them and suddenly he was staring at brick and mortar, the sounds of a city filled his ears and a small smile grew on his face.
"Hmm, maybe I should go Black Market Dealer or Gun Dealer first." Carrow thought, he did need a Drug Lab and that shit cost far more than 10k.
"Whatever, lets see where this goes."
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