HAX: A Cyber-Fantasy Roleplay - Characters and Data
HAX: Prologue
A flash of light.
Time slows to a crawl, even milliseconds passing like hours to my enhanced perceptions.
The enemy's lance rushed towards my gleaming, pale blue eyes, wreathed in walls of scarlet pixels flecked with spots of white text, spelling out words that nobody else would have time to read before the weapon had already slain them. "Type 99 - ENGAGE: Spear - 2491/3268." A simple enough Battle Program, containing only the basic data of the weapon my adversary wielded and a few enhancements aimed toward augmenting the abilities of its wielder. Just by reading that label, I already knew the particular traits of my adversary's weapon - although seeing it broken down in the blueprint my mind's eye helpfully provided me certainly helped as well. I didn't need to think to recall what particular features that program was currently running. A straight, upward thrust from a crouch in the wake of a leap forward - I knew from my careful analysis, as well as from my memory that this Battle Skill was the 2491st of 3268 pre-programmed attacks that the Battle Program it was assigned to could execute, focusing solely on briefly enhancing the user's speed and strength in order to pierce the target's defenses and skull in an instant, no matter the distance between the user and his target. Of course, the program wasn't exactly a rare, nor a unique one. As my mind inspected its capabilities, cataloging every detail of its code, then checking them against the mental records I had kept from previous encounters with this program, I found myself hardly impressed by its stats. Normally, this sort of battle would be a walk in the park for me.
Of course, this wasn't exactly a normal battle. My enemy had chosen his opening move well, making up for his lack of power with a good deal of skill and savvy. From the moment I had accepted his Duel Request, he had begun to move, engaging his Battle Program and its accompanying skill immediately and attacking before an ordinary Player would have had time to react. As of yet, although my own program was activating - taking on the form of a long, curved sword hung at my side, my hands already grasping both the sheath and hilt of the katana in order to pull the weapon forth even as it took shape - my blade was still sheathed, and would take far too long to draw, despite my program's unique adaptations to allow for rapid drawstrikes. In another fraction of a second, that lance would pierce my head, and I would be defeated.
Of course, it wasn't as though I was afraid. Why should I be? Although I would certainly die when that attack hit me, I would just respawn a moment later once the duel ended, with no permanent harm done to anything save my PvP Victory Rating. But, although a loss to such tactics was certainly understandable, for whatever reason, I wasn't ready to lose just yet. Perhaps it's just a competitive streak I didn't know I had until I started playing this game. However, there is one thing you should know about me. This virtual game of life-and-death is what I live for. And so, I'm not about to let this enemy kill me.
I analyze my situation. Moving to dodge the attack would be my first course of action, but sadly, there is not enough time. Even cocking my head to the side would take too long, for although my mind can certainly process these events faster than they can occur, until my Battle Program fully activates, there's no way for my body - even this virtual one, which bears all the limitations of an actual person - to keep up. So, throwing myself backwards or sidestepping, then, is out of the question. Although less favorable, I do ponder attempting to block the attack for a few nanoseconds. But with my weapon not even drawn, and both it and my hands far below the incoming spear, there's no chance of that.
Well, in that case, there's only one option left open to me, although I didn't want to employ it, since, although it isn't technically against the rules, it certainly does feel like cheating. After all, I'm the only Player in this game who can think fast enough to perform such an absurd tactic.
System Analysis... On.
Manual Control Mode... On.
The spear fades from my mind's eye. My azure eyes close as the blueprint in my mind is replaced with a new image: a schematic of myself, with every last byte of my data scrolling through my thoughts in an instant. At last, I find what I'm looking for.
Search Complete.
Position Data: X: 1568, Y: -4926, Z: 102.
Modifying Position Data.
Ctrl+V.
Imputting Copied Values.
New Data: X: 1488, Y: -4926, Z: 139. Tilt: 90 Degrees. Confirm?
New Position Data Saved.
Coordinates do not match present location.
Relocate Character to desired location?
Relocating...
The enemy's spear reaches my head.
The enemy's spear passes through empty air. He does not even have time to register that I have moved before I have already relocated myself to a new position, hanging horizontally in the air above and behind him, my sword flashing in the simulated light as it leaves its sheath in an instant. Although my drawstrikes aren't as fast as That Person, whose data they share, compared to this man's attack, my retaliation is instantaneous. He does not even realize that his strike has missed before a flash of blue light illuminates the air above him, and the blade of my custom sword descends upon the top of his head, cleaving through his character model with the ease of cutting through water. As he collapses, I see his eyes widening for an instant as he simultaneously realizes that I've escaped him, and that he has been struck, a full second too late to even react before he falls to the ground. For a split second, my Battle Program displays itself, wreathing me in a ring of blue light as my attack connects, a ring which brightly announces the name of my attack in much the same manner as my adversary's own program.
Type 22 - ENGAGE: Archon - 22/0.
The soft sound as my feet once more find themselves touching the ground is drowned out in quick succession by the much louder thud of my enemy as he collapses. Transparent white text flashes across the sky as the scenery once more flickers into being around us as we leave Duel Mode and return to our places within the virtual Overworld.
Rei Shiki vs. Relanc - Victor: Rei Shiki.
I sheathe my sword, and it flickers out of existence in a flash of blue light in the same instant, the holographic display of my Battle Program following it. To the group of stunned spectators watching our Duel, still trying to grasp exactly what had just happened, it may even have appeared as though my Battle Program had never visibly activated at all.
"Good fight," I say quietly in what I consider a respectful tone, although to a listener, my monotone might have come off as somewhat sarcastic, in retrospect. Even for a person with enhanced thought processes, only hindsight is 20-20. I mean no insult, however. After all, forcing me to use my full computational abilities in such a manner as I just have is no small feat. Even though his program was so unremarkable, his speed was nothing to be trifled with.
My defeated foe says nothing, so I turn and begin to walk away, headed for the exit of the area. After what they have just seen, no other players here will likely be willing to fight me today. It's a shame, but an inevitable one. I let my desire to win get the best of me, and forgot to hold back a little. Perhaps I'll come back another day, when there will be new opponents willing to fight me again. For now, maybe I'll just go to the free combat zone. People will doubtless be more than willing to attack me there, although I'll probably have to fight more than one at a time, and without advance warning. However, as I'm about to leave, I hear a voice behind me.
"Zero pre-programmed moves...?"
I stop, surprised. It seems this man's reflexes are faster than I gave him credit for. He managed to read my Battle Program's holographic display before I shut it off again? I'm impressed, but also somewhat irritated. People ask questions when they notice that I'm using a Custom Battle Program, one not native to the system. Again, just like re-programming my own character data during combat, although it's not technically against the rules, it's unusual enough that most people would frown upon it. After all, having my own fully customized combat ability - even one that fits the system - is certainly an advantage over players using only basic programs, like my enemy's spear.
"What are you, anyway?" The spearman on the ground asks. "How did you dodge my attack like that? Without any pre-programmed abilities, you shouldn't be capable of teleporting."
"What are you implying?" I ask quietly, my tone not changing from my previous monotone.
"Whaddya think? I'm saying that you're a Hacker. There's no way an ordinary player could move like that, even with a Custom Battle Program. And I've never heard of a program with no pre-programmed moves before, on top of that. You're using some weird ability that lets you screw with the game, aren't you?"
Now it's my turn to remain silent. Although I dislike the term Hacker, certainly, I suppose, you might think of me as one. I designed for myself the abilities I use within this game, and I reprogram them whenever it gives me an advantage. Certainly, a person who can create their own abilities and redefine those abilities to their own benefit could be called someone not bounded by the limits of this virtual world, and what else could such a person be than a Hacker? But at the same time, the term disgusts me. I invented this ability, perfecting it over countless iterations until it perfectly suited my strengths and could compensate for my weaknesses. There's no rule in this game that states that you can't create your own abilities - in fact, being able to create custom programs is one of this game's main points of character customization - nor is there a rule that says you can't use the system's manual controls to reposition yourself in a fight. Of course, an ordinary person couldn't perform such a feat, which makes my unique ability to reprogram my own character data in the midst of a battle something of an unfair advantage, but at the same time, if I am not breaking any rules, why is it that I'm still deemed a Hacker? After being reported so many times, only to be let off the hook - since of course the game's auto-check system doesn't read any abnormal programs running, as I'm only using its own mechanics to my advantage - I guess I've sort of stopped caring, but still... It's annoying. Things don't usually annoy me, but for some reason, it irritates me. But, like all other fleeting emotions I experience, it passes quickly.
"I'm onto you," The lancer says, grinning victoriously in spite of his recent defeat.
"Call me what you wish," I say quietly. I don't want to argue about this again, since nothing I say will convince him anyway. So, I do the only thing I can, opening my position data once more and beginning to rewrite my location to a far distant area. I confirm the change, and the surroundings fade from my sight, replaced by the desolate, empty wastelands of the Free Combat Zone.
As usual, I, the victor, leave the arena with shouts of scorn ringing in my ears, and the defeated enemy remains to receive the admiration and the cheers of the crowd. It's telling that I no longer care about such things. All that matters to me is the knowledge that, through my own power, I managed to succeed in a way no one else could, even if nobody will believe me if I say that. Well, nobody except maybe the person whose "eyes" I can feel on me right now.
I turn 36 degrees to the left, looking up at an angle of 99.1 degrees towards the empty sky, which flickers slightly as my eyes switch back to bright blue. Visible only to my mind's eye, a strange program is currently running up there - a normally unused spectator system, to be specific, that allows someone not currently inside the netgame zone of the world to view events taking place inside the game. Of course, since its use is supposed to be restricted to administrative bot programs and licensed government officials, they're not something you usually see. Although I consider for a moment that it might be an admin bot inspecting me for hacking, they could much more easily just check my data logs and discover that I've simply been using manual movement commands in an unexpected and unprecedented way, redefining my location in order to move at the speed of my accelerated thoughts. And since the government's officers never really bother checking what goes on in the game, leaving it to their programs to enforce the rules, there can only be one person who is watching me right now: a certain fellow Hacker.
"It's rude to spy on people," I say quietly to the unseen spectator in the sky as my eyes shift from radiant blue to wine red, and my mind's vision cuts off, the program I had been analyzing fading deep into the recesses of my consciousness.
Meanwhile, in a room lit only by the monitors of countless computers, isolated from the rest of the world by barriers both physical and digital, a white haired man sighs, and shuts off his own program.
Little do either of us know what lies in store for us, nor do we realize that the last time we'll live so carelessly is this day... and never again.
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A flash of light.
Time slows to a crawl, even milliseconds passing like hours to my enhanced perceptions.
The enemy's lance rushed towards my gleaming, pale blue eyes, wreathed in walls of scarlet pixels flecked with spots of white text, spelling out words that nobody else would have time to read before the weapon had already slain them. "Type 99 - ENGAGE: Spear - 2491/3268." A simple enough Battle Program, containing only the basic data of the weapon my adversary wielded and a few enhancements aimed toward augmenting the abilities of its wielder. Just by reading that label, I already knew the particular traits of my adversary's weapon - although seeing it broken down in the blueprint my mind's eye helpfully provided me certainly helped as well. I didn't need to think to recall what particular features that program was currently running. A straight, upward thrust from a crouch in the wake of a leap forward - I knew from my careful analysis, as well as from my memory that this Battle Skill was the 2491st of 3268 pre-programmed attacks that the Battle Program it was assigned to could execute, focusing solely on briefly enhancing the user's speed and strength in order to pierce the target's defenses and skull in an instant, no matter the distance between the user and his target. Of course, the program wasn't exactly a rare, nor a unique one. As my mind inspected its capabilities, cataloging every detail of its code, then checking them against the mental records I had kept from previous encounters with this program, I found myself hardly impressed by its stats. Normally, this sort of battle would be a walk in the park for me.
Of course, this wasn't exactly a normal battle. My enemy had chosen his opening move well, making up for his lack of power with a good deal of skill and savvy. From the moment I had accepted his Duel Request, he had begun to move, engaging his Battle Program and its accompanying skill immediately and attacking before an ordinary Player would have had time to react. As of yet, although my own program was activating - taking on the form of a long, curved sword hung at my side, my hands already grasping both the sheath and hilt of the katana in order to pull the weapon forth even as it took shape - my blade was still sheathed, and would take far too long to draw, despite my program's unique adaptations to allow for rapid drawstrikes. In another fraction of a second, that lance would pierce my head, and I would be defeated.
Of course, it wasn't as though I was afraid. Why should I be? Although I would certainly die when that attack hit me, I would just respawn a moment later once the duel ended, with no permanent harm done to anything save my PvP Victory Rating. But, although a loss to such tactics was certainly understandable, for whatever reason, I wasn't ready to lose just yet. Perhaps it's just a competitive streak I didn't know I had until I started playing this game. However, there is one thing you should know about me. This virtual game of life-and-death is what I live for. And so, I'm not about to let this enemy kill me.
I analyze my situation. Moving to dodge the attack would be my first course of action, but sadly, there is not enough time. Even cocking my head to the side would take too long, for although my mind can certainly process these events faster than they can occur, until my Battle Program fully activates, there's no way for my body - even this virtual one, which bears all the limitations of an actual person - to keep up. So, throwing myself backwards or sidestepping, then, is out of the question. Although less favorable, I do ponder attempting to block the attack for a few nanoseconds. But with my weapon not even drawn, and both it and my hands far below the incoming spear, there's no chance of that.
Well, in that case, there's only one option left open to me, although I didn't want to employ it, since, although it isn't technically against the rules, it certainly does feel like cheating. After all, I'm the only Player in this game who can think fast enough to perform such an absurd tactic.
System Analysis... On.
Manual Control Mode... On.
The spear fades from my mind's eye. My azure eyes close as the blueprint in my mind is replaced with a new image: a schematic of myself, with every last byte of my data scrolling through my thoughts in an instant. At last, I find what I'm looking for.
Search Complete.
Position Data: X: 1568, Y: -4926, Z: 102.
Modifying Position Data.
Ctrl+V.
Imputting Copied Values.
New Data: X: 1488, Y: -4926, Z: 139. Tilt: 90 Degrees. Confirm?
New Position Data Saved.
Coordinates do not match present location.
Relocate Character to desired location?
Relocating...
The enemy's spear reaches my head.
The enemy's spear passes through empty air. He does not even have time to register that I have moved before I have already relocated myself to a new position, hanging horizontally in the air above and behind him, my sword flashing in the simulated light as it leaves its sheath in an instant. Although my drawstrikes aren't as fast as That Person, whose data they share, compared to this man's attack, my retaliation is instantaneous. He does not even realize that his strike has missed before a flash of blue light illuminates the air above him, and the blade of my custom sword descends upon the top of his head, cleaving through his character model with the ease of cutting through water. As he collapses, I see his eyes widening for an instant as he simultaneously realizes that I've escaped him, and that he has been struck, a full second too late to even react before he falls to the ground. For a split second, my Battle Program displays itself, wreathing me in a ring of blue light as my attack connects, a ring which brightly announces the name of my attack in much the same manner as my adversary's own program.
Type 22 - ENGAGE: Archon - 22/0.
The soft sound as my feet once more find themselves touching the ground is drowned out in quick succession by the much louder thud of my enemy as he collapses. Transparent white text flashes across the sky as the scenery once more flickers into being around us as we leave Duel Mode and return to our places within the virtual Overworld.
Rei Shiki vs. Relanc - Victor: Rei Shiki.
I sheathe my sword, and it flickers out of existence in a flash of blue light in the same instant, the holographic display of my Battle Program following it. To the group of stunned spectators watching our Duel, still trying to grasp exactly what had just happened, it may even have appeared as though my Battle Program had never visibly activated at all.
"Good fight," I say quietly in what I consider a respectful tone, although to a listener, my monotone might have come off as somewhat sarcastic, in retrospect. Even for a person with enhanced thought processes, only hindsight is 20-20. I mean no insult, however. After all, forcing me to use my full computational abilities in such a manner as I just have is no small feat. Even though his program was so unremarkable, his speed was nothing to be trifled with.
My defeated foe says nothing, so I turn and begin to walk away, headed for the exit of the area. After what they have just seen, no other players here will likely be willing to fight me today. It's a shame, but an inevitable one. I let my desire to win get the best of me, and forgot to hold back a little. Perhaps I'll come back another day, when there will be new opponents willing to fight me again. For now, maybe I'll just go to the free combat zone. People will doubtless be more than willing to attack me there, although I'll probably have to fight more than one at a time, and without advance warning. However, as I'm about to leave, I hear a voice behind me.
"Zero pre-programmed moves...?"
I stop, surprised. It seems this man's reflexes are faster than I gave him credit for. He managed to read my Battle Program's holographic display before I shut it off again? I'm impressed, but also somewhat irritated. People ask questions when they notice that I'm using a Custom Battle Program, one not native to the system. Again, just like re-programming my own character data during combat, although it's not technically against the rules, it's unusual enough that most people would frown upon it. After all, having my own fully customized combat ability - even one that fits the system - is certainly an advantage over players using only basic programs, like my enemy's spear.
"What are you, anyway?" The spearman on the ground asks. "How did you dodge my attack like that? Without any pre-programmed abilities, you shouldn't be capable of teleporting."
"What are you implying?" I ask quietly, my tone not changing from my previous monotone.
"Whaddya think? I'm saying that you're a Hacker. There's no way an ordinary player could move like that, even with a Custom Battle Program. And I've never heard of a program with no pre-programmed moves before, on top of that. You're using some weird ability that lets you screw with the game, aren't you?"
Now it's my turn to remain silent. Although I dislike the term Hacker, certainly, I suppose, you might think of me as one. I designed for myself the abilities I use within this game, and I reprogram them whenever it gives me an advantage. Certainly, a person who can create their own abilities and redefine those abilities to their own benefit could be called someone not bounded by the limits of this virtual world, and what else could such a person be than a Hacker? But at the same time, the term disgusts me. I invented this ability, perfecting it over countless iterations until it perfectly suited my strengths and could compensate for my weaknesses. There's no rule in this game that states that you can't create your own abilities - in fact, being able to create custom programs is one of this game's main points of character customization - nor is there a rule that says you can't use the system's manual controls to reposition yourself in a fight. Of course, an ordinary person couldn't perform such a feat, which makes my unique ability to reprogram my own character data in the midst of a battle something of an unfair advantage, but at the same time, if I am not breaking any rules, why is it that I'm still deemed a Hacker? After being reported so many times, only to be let off the hook - since of course the game's auto-check system doesn't read any abnormal programs running, as I'm only using its own mechanics to my advantage - I guess I've sort of stopped caring, but still... It's annoying. Things don't usually annoy me, but for some reason, it irritates me. But, like all other fleeting emotions I experience, it passes quickly.
"I'm onto you," The lancer says, grinning victoriously in spite of his recent defeat.
"Call me what you wish," I say quietly. I don't want to argue about this again, since nothing I say will convince him anyway. So, I do the only thing I can, opening my position data once more and beginning to rewrite my location to a far distant area. I confirm the change, and the surroundings fade from my sight, replaced by the desolate, empty wastelands of the Free Combat Zone.
As usual, I, the victor, leave the arena with shouts of scorn ringing in my ears, and the defeated enemy remains to receive the admiration and the cheers of the crowd. It's telling that I no longer care about such things. All that matters to me is the knowledge that, through my own power, I managed to succeed in a way no one else could, even if nobody will believe me if I say that. Well, nobody except maybe the person whose "eyes" I can feel on me right now.
I turn 36 degrees to the left, looking up at an angle of 99.1 degrees towards the empty sky, which flickers slightly as my eyes switch back to bright blue. Visible only to my mind's eye, a strange program is currently running up there - a normally unused spectator system, to be specific, that allows someone not currently inside the netgame zone of the world to view events taking place inside the game. Of course, since its use is supposed to be restricted to administrative bot programs and licensed government officials, they're not something you usually see. Although I consider for a moment that it might be an admin bot inspecting me for hacking, they could much more easily just check my data logs and discover that I've simply been using manual movement commands in an unexpected and unprecedented way, redefining my location in order to move at the speed of my accelerated thoughts. And since the government's officers never really bother checking what goes on in the game, leaving it to their programs to enforce the rules, there can only be one person who is watching me right now: a certain fellow Hacker.
"It's rude to spy on people," I say quietly to the unseen spectator in the sky as my eyes shift from radiant blue to wine red, and my mind's vision cuts off, the program I had been analyzing fading deep into the recesses of my consciousness.
Meanwhile, in a room lit only by the monitors of countless computers, isolated from the rest of the world by barriers both physical and digital, a white haired man sighs, and shuts off his own program.
Little do either of us know what lies in store for us, nor do we realize that the last time we'll live so carelessly is this day... and never again.
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