Some Character

Some_Character, also known as SomeC, doesn't have much of a history. While he does like writing a story (he's busy on one) he doesn't like people, and relating to people. Some would call him a-social, due to his autistic nature, others call him an Evil King, because of his insane riddles. They do like his story though. Further filler of this page will be an ode to the story:

The story was made because someone told him to. It was a task for Mission 5 of The Game, a simulation of an event simulating The Game from The World Ends With You, where the Players fulfill orders given by the Game Master, and try to last for a week. The GM from that week ordered a fanfic, deticated to himself and two more users, with SomeC himself appearing as a cameo-character. It began as a simple fic, but because it didn't include the other two, SomeC began to write more of the story. Eventually, the Players passed the mission, and the mission after that as well, only to fail at Mission 7.

The story goes like this...:

This is a story about charm, sexiness and awesomeness...

Flash. An odd way to begin a story. This story, however, begins with a flash. Frankly, this story's protagonist divides flashes into 3 categories. There is the bright flash, a flash with some sort of power being its source. May it be a thunderstorm, or just a broken light, those flashes fall under category 1. Category 2 consists of bad flashes. Usually, this flash knocks one out, or predicts something bad is going to happen. This flash, however, falls under category 3. It was a long and epic flash, like in a game, where the flash transports you to a different place, and the flash is unnecessarily long, to hide the loading times. However, in real life, there are no such things as loading times. This flash was just long and epic.

Our protagonist, now referred to as "D", finds himself in a space and time different from our own, at least, that was his hunch. In this space, there are two beings: D himself, and a mysteriously cloaked figure. D finds himself stumped by these events, and tries to remember how he got there. As expected, he can't. Like many protagonists, he lost his memory, leaving him only with his smart-ass attitude and his common sense. The only personal thing he remembers is the name we're using in this story, D. The silence is painful, especially in a space with no matter at all, having nothing to make any sound. Oddly enough, D notices the cloaked figure doesn't breathe.

"Where am I?", D asks. An obvious question, any fictional figure who finds him/herself in this kind of situation always seems to ask where he/she might be. In this case, however, it seems like a dumb question, as the only location this place resembles happens to be called Nowhere. That explanation seems to be the only sane one, as there really is no place in this world that has absolutely nothing. No colour, no structure, no nothing. Aside from the two beings in this space, there is only air, which is odd considering the cloaked figure doesn't need it.

"You are in the space between reality and fiction.", the cloaked figure answers. Seems like this space isn't on Earth after all. Maybe it is, but not the Earth as we know it. The figure had a deep voice, like any antagonist would have. This voice, however, is slightly comfortable, a bit relaxing and gives D the feeling that this is a neutral person. It doesn't seem to be assisting D, but not opposing either. "Who are you?'' The other obvious question. When someone finds him/herself alone with a being that seems to be interacting with you, if feels a bit more comfortable knowing its name. "I am a being known as Mr. Cameo, but you can call me W." Great, another being in D's memory that refers to itself with only one letter.

D was kind of confused. How would a name like "Mr. Cameo" be called "W" for short? There isn't even a single W in that name? And why does it feel like that particular letter forced itself into D's head? As the plot thickens, so does the atmosphere. D finds himself having difficulty breathing, and somehow feels a little more pressure around his right wrist. Why there? D has no idea. W seems to read D's thoughts, as he explains the case without any indication of needing to do so.

'As you may have suspected, I belong to an ancient race, called "The Monarcians". We can freely roam around Earth, space and even time. However, very few have accomplished a feat such as you: Being able to be in this space, affected not by time nor reason. Ordinary beings, such as humans, feel burdened by knowing the name of a being far from common on the Earth, or trying to comprehend our powers. However, you are capable of doing something ordinary humans can't, and for that, I have summoned you.'

D was stumped by this information. Not only does his common sense prevent D from fully understanding the situation, this information feels like it shouldn't belong in D's memory, even if there's enough space to fill. D realizes that he won't get the opportunity to recollect his memory any time soon, and that he is up for a task you'd only experience in fiction. D feels like he isn't able to concentrate on W, but realizes that the atmosphere thickens at fast pace.

Another flash. However, this flash falls under category 2. It doesn't feel like a dream, and D is probably getting transported to a different place. Probably not home, where- or whatever that may be. While the bright white slowly turns to black, D feels like W is still watching over him, and is messing with his mind. D feels like he's being dragged into thi against his will. He's probably right. While W fits the criteria for being called an enigma, he feels strangely familiar, like a close friend. D feels a strange bond of trust between him and W, even though his memory's still a blank.

When the black fades, D opens his eyes, only to see another color: brown. He feels unstable, but finds out that it isn't his fault. After all, he's standing in a desert... how cliché...

D found himself barely standing. The sand was a bit slippery, and there were a lot of height-differences. Surprisingly, D notices that he doesn't long for food nor water. This place isn't on Earth after all. Logic must work different here. Probably for creature to survive more easily. D was thankful. Even though he realized he had quite a path to walk. No marks, but his intuition told him to go South. And so he did.

Even though he had no need for food nor water, he was still tired by the time he had found a comfortable place to rest. Traveling through sand isn't the most comfortable way to get to another place. Having found a place to sit and think about his situation, he, indeed, sat down to think about the situation. Of course, without his memory, he didn't have anything to go by if he wanted to think about how he got into the situation.

Instead, he thought about the letter "W". Being forced into D's mind, it's really something to think about... Before D could get to a conclusion, he was approached at high speed. It was a boy, about 2 years younger than D. When he almost reached D, he tripped (?) and fell, face first. He stood up, spit the sand out of his mind, and began walking towards D. Slowly. It was pretty much the average guy, with normal clothes, normal hair and a normal... Pokeball?

'Hi', he began. D replied, startled by the Pokeball the boy seemed to have with him. A fictional object, made for catching... Pokémon, fictional beings. D felt like his common sense had taken a beating, a hard one. 'I guess the proper way to introduce myself is by saying my name first, huh?' The boy kind of fidgeted as if... he had forgotten. Great, another one that can't tell D where the hell he might be. That makes 3. Guess he only knows one letter also, huh? 'Well... I guess you can call me C.' D, W and C. Three letters being annoying in D's mind.

'Say...' D starts. 'Is that a real Pokeball? Like, does it work?' C took the Pokeball off his belt and began playing with it. 'Uhuh. I've caught one already. Want to see it?' As D replied positively, C threw the Pokeball in the air. 'Go, K!' Argh! Another letter... Out of the Pokeball came... a girl? The girl, upon being freed from her prison, said: 'Freedom!'. That was a new one. D asked: 'A new Pokemon? I've never heard of a Freedom.' The Freedom seemed insulted, and kicked at D. As D flinched, the Freedom said: 'I'm not a Pokemon, you idiot!' 'What the...? And it talks too?' Another kick. This one hit. And hurt.

Another kick followed. The Pokeball flew at C's face, and was smoothly dodged. 'That's for catching me.' The girl calmed down, and waved at D, who was kneeling on the sand with his belly held tight. 'Sorry for that! I'm K, by the way.' Three people who didn't know anything about themselves but a single letter. Despite not knowing them, D felt like he had to stick with these two. The warm atmosphere indicated that the other two felt the same way. Without further hassle, the newly formed team went on to adress a new problem.

'What are we going to call ourselves?' Not knowing anything about themselves, and therefore about others, the only logical team name had to be something with the three letters they did know. They came to a quick conclusion. The name the team received was: *dun dun daaaaah* DKC! As soon as that was said, a giant gorilla, that was wearing a red tie, came out of the sand in prepared to throw babana peels. Well, they were named after the famous Donkey Kong. Guess the C stands for Country. 'Rename?' D asked. The others replied positively, and gave themselves the new name: DCK!

As soon as the new name was said, they were warped by a flash under Category 3. The Epic Flash. They found themselves on a platform, with their own faces pictured on it. Three objects arise. A sword, a staff and a shield...

There. An ineteractive part was here, where the characters, all based on real people I know on that board, could pick their weapon.

C got Sword. K got Staff. D got Shield.

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