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Written by Brent Arellano

An ArtBeast production

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The top ten players of the world wide success MPVRVG (MECHA Pilot Virtual Reality Video Game) have been enjoying the high life of being famous until one night they are taken and awoken in an underground base.

They are told that the game was really a secret training program to find the best of the best new breed of warriors! The new line of defense!

MECHA PILOTS!!

Against an impeding invasion of 20-30ft militarized Kaiju race.

The story will follow these ten players having to overcome fear, ego, reality vs virtual, and of course, the hell of war.

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I wake in darkness and there’s a terrible smell. I heard a voice tell us

“MPVRVG was a lie it wasn’t just some generous gift to the VR players of the world. It was used as a training program for the next best thing our military has to offer. MECHA pilots. An invasion of an army of militarized Kaiju are to invade tomorrow night and you ten will lead the way to stop them!”

“Where the hell are we!” the player from London screams. Suddenly lights come on ten separate spotlights reveal to us that we are in an underground hangar surrounded by military personnel and in front of us are life size versions of our in-game MECHA.

“Is this for real or just another fan gag?” the player girl from San Francisco asks

“This is the real deal ladies and gentleman and we need” the colonel replies

“What you need is to contact our sponsors set up an official less spooky meeting and get better cardboard cutout artists those things look so obviously fake” the player from London demands

“We really don’t have time for this” the colonel says to himself as he rubs his eyelids

“Neither do we, we got money to make and noobs that need tea bagging” the player from Ireland says as we all are walking away as if we know where the exits at that’s if there is an exit. The colonel snaps his fingers and lights come on in front of us revealing a rotting corpse of a giant kaiju alien. The smell.

“That’s so fake easily an IHP (interactive hologram projection)” the colonel shoots it and blood spurts all over us

“What the fucking hell dude that’s not fucking cool!” is roughly the same response from all of us

“That is your enemy get a good look ladies and gentlemen”

“What they called?” the player from Moscow asks

“The taken” the fat player from Texas shouts

“That’s already taken” The player from San Francisco retorts

“Ah get it see it works” The fat player from Texas shouts

“Seriously just because it’s an old ass game that most players now don’t remember doesn’t mean you can just steal from it” The player from France

“That’s because it was a failure” The player from Italy shouts

“Was not!” The fat player from Texas shouts back as he gets in his face

“Was too!” The player from Italy

“it wasn’t a failed game it just had a failed LVL up system switching from XP to light even though the light never mattered really and the loot system was fucked the story was great but they just wanted you to pay for it” I say calmly

“So a failed game got it” the player girl from San Francisco

“Borderlands 1&2 all I’m saying” the player from Australia says

“I don’t feel very comfortable to rip off my biggest sponsor” the player from China says quietly

“For professional and secretive purposes the pentagon urges you to call them” the colonel starts

“all in favor of changing the enemies name from whatever boring lame ass name the government comes up with to Intergalactic noobs (IGN)” everyone shakes their heads or plants their face in their hands “IGNs it is” the fat player from Texas shouts as he is sweating from moving the little that he did and the terror of human interaction and the reality of the situation and of course the presence of not one but two girls beautiful player girls.

“this isn’t some fucking game this is real and you little cocky shits better start accepting this right now or we are all going to die tomorrow night!” the colonel screams

“And how do you suppose we do that?”

“Why don’t you start off with getting to know one another? Know who you’re going to be fighting alongside”

“Like how”

“Why don’t you start off with names?”

“We already know each other’s GTs”

“Real names” we stood around staring at one another all nervous

“What is name?” the Russian asked the player from San Francisco

“I don’t feel comfortable telling my real name to a Russian”

“And why is that?”

“Have you ever played COD?”

“The hell with this” the colonel snaps again and a giant hologram screen appears in of us

Japan, Nagasaki-Shino Katsuragi (GT: 21stCSamura1)

Russia, Moscow-Varik Zuminov (GT: V0dk@_ki113r)

America, Seattle-Vallory Mcnaine (GT:V@10r_Gir1)

She is bullied relentlessly at school beat up even and in result she escapes to video games there she can be anyone and anything doing anything

China, Hong Kong-Sun Dee (GT: SunniD or D@tDd0ugh)

Italy, Rome-Leon Romera

Spain, -Tanya Gustavan

France, Paris-Melony

Australia, Sydney

America, Texas-Ryan Smithers (GT: F@ts0uth3rnb@$t3rd)

America, San Francisco-Britney Gwyer (GT: )

Everyone huddles together staring and pointing for quite some time but before I was ready to enter the circle “yeah we’ve discussed and we decided since this is basically going to be a video game and we were chosen because of our skills we are going to go by our GTs”

“It’s better than them bickering at each other sir” a soldier next to the colonel says as he leans over to him

“Oh and since you haven’t given us your name we decided to go ahead and call you colonel snaps”

“It’s settled then load up and start to train”

“Don’t you mean play?”