Chapter 3: Scene 3 – NIMROD (VOTE! Closes 8/16)

Scene 3 - NIMROD

Once Amanda was done admiring herself in the mirrored monitor, a feat that took nearly an hour, she saw another black window appear in her vision.

 

"Th, there's more to this?" Amanda gulped. "Can I become even cuter?" The skies trembled in fear. "I'm not sure the world can handle me if I become any cuter than this."

 

"Out of time for what?" Amanda hadn't realized how much time had elapsed since she started her self-admiration, a mistake which would cost her.

Amanda paled, quickly standing and grabbing the monitor with both hands, unplugging it from the computer and holding onto it. The casing was warm and familiar. The more she focused, the more she realized that whatever was inside the monitor was a part of her. She couldn't let anything touch it.

"Dungeon? I thought this was a role-playing game." Amanda pouted. She didn't expect to be forced to play a real-time strategy game right out the gate. Worse, one her life depended on?

...when did the genre of game she was playing mean less than the fact she was risking her life to play this game? Amanda had the feeling her sense of priorities had been skewed out of line after the game transformed her. The game let her embrace who she...

She didn't ask for this, either! Wait a moment, who's the manager here?

"I don't understand, that was just a censored box of letters..." Amanda held her head. Staring at the pink bars made it pulse. Something was wrong with those letters, and her body was not coping well. "I get what you're saying. I need to find somewhere far away. I don't have a car, though. I wouldn't know how to drive if I did."

"It's okay! I know the perfect place to go." Amanda started grabbing the things important to her, shoving them into her old college backpack. The statuettes, her handheld gaming console, the external hard-drive with all her porn on it. After slipping in her laptop and smartphone, she felt ready to leave. Hesitating, she grabbed a bottle of lotion and tucked it into the side of her backpack. Just in case of what? She didn't answer that thought in her head, scooping up the computer monitor and heading out the door.

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The walk through the neighborhood was usually more nerve-wracking. Whenever she'd stepped out of the house before now, she could feel the judgemental stares of others as she walked. Now, she didn't seem to mind as much as they stared. She even smiled at a trembling neighbor, who doubled back and ran back into their home, screaming.

"What's their problem? It's like they don't know a cute girl when they see one. A cutie. An absolute cutie. I'm so cute..." Amanda let out a smoke-filled sigh.

"I've got it, okay?" Amanda took a left, walking down an avenue and picking up the pace. She was able to break in a run, something that astonished her. She wasn't even particularly skinny, or muscular for that matter; a run still felt natural, as easy as breathing.

It wasn't long before she'd been up the street and made her way to a locked fence. Beyond it, a decaying theme park lay in wait. If she was going to be forced to run a dungeon, she was going to run one in style. One building in particular called to her, but first? She had to deal with a lock.

Setting the monitor down, she examined the chains. They were rusty from years of weathering. The park had shut down nearly a decade ago, around the time that high spikes of stress were linked to Malice awakening. Several incursion points opened up in the theme park, and the place was closed down after just a few lawsuits.

Amusement parks ran on thin margins, anyhow. It wasn't a surprise to see this place sitting in decay. A few strikes against the chains with her claws, and she was able to break them. Chunks of metal flew everywhere as the chain was shattered, and she pushed the gate aside to let herself in. It was time. "You have that 'tangleweave' ready?"

 

A countdown started in a corner of Amanda's vision, letting her know how long the installation would take, as well as the time to her first wave. She had less than four minutes. Every step added time to the counter, but it was quickly swallowed up. The wave was approaching, and there was little she could do to change that. Taking a glance at her silvered monitor, she headed deeper into the park, towards the House of Mirrors.

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