Story [Issue 26] Stuck

[Ilia.ArchangeI 6,785]

Phillip squeezed his eyes with displeasure as the ray of sunshine crawled lazily up his cheek. He couldn't help the long yawn that escaped his mouth as he stretched his limbs as far as they could go. Rolling over onto his other side, he lazily pulled up the covers over his face and sighed.

And then all of a sudden like a kid on Christmas he threw his covers off, jumped hastily onto the thick furry carpet covering the floor of his small room, and dashed over to the simple gaming rig in the corner of the room he took so much pride in. "Double Funds!" he whispered gleefully to himself.

Yup, today was the first day of the week of celebration of Tanki's birthday, and Phillip had made sure he had ample free time to make use of those double funds. He powered up his computer, then ran down the stairs to make himself a lopsided sandwich, and was back in an instant to hear the glorious yet so annoying Windows start-up sound. Within minutes he was in his garage, thoughtfully scrolling through his items while chewing the lump of bread and salami that was being squeezed in his chubby hand.

"Today I wanna drug full time, let me take some fatty combo" he thought aloud, and proceeded to equip his M2 Titan and M2 Smoky.

Though he was only a General, Phillip was ranking with extreme speed. He had heard about the game from a friend from school about 5 months ago, and wasted no time in proving his skills to his friends. Like them he had no money to buy items in the game, but what he did have was time, and so he used every minute to earn those precious crystals, which he would anyway waste on drugs. But oh well, he loved it.

The green bar was slowly moving across the screen, loading the elements from the Silence battle he chose, while his head was bobbing up and down, as would usually happen to someone who is chewing and leaning their head on their arm at the same time.

"Come on, come on" he exclaimed impatiently.

Seconds later (which felt like minutes to the eager boy, I might add) he was on the bottom of Silence, driving as fast toward the ramp as his fat tank would allow, fully utilizing the "1", "2" and "3" buttons on his keyboard, and pooping mines as he went. He joined a losing battle, his team having captured no flags, while his opponents capture 5. But he was certain that with 100 flags to go, and over 400 of each supply in his garage, he wasn't going to lose easy.

Minutes turned to hours (as they usually do) and Phillip didn't notice even a little. What was more surprising, was that the rumble he could feel under his buttox or the deafening sound that boomed by his left ear as the Thunder projectile exploded behind him didn't seem strange to him, so engrossed was he in the battle. The keyboard had morphed into a set of strange controls, levers and buttons, but Phillip instinctively knew how to use them all. His screen widened into a full-width display of the outside of the tank, and the walls around him shrank into a tiny control room.

It wasn't until the he carried the 100th flag to base and heard the strange sound of real people victoriously cheering, that he realized something was terribly wrong. He looked with uncertainty around at the controls surrounding him, and saw the small circular door above his head. His uncertainty was slowly turning into panic, and he could hardly control his shaking hands. Slowly he unlatched the door, and jumped back as it popped open with a loud "psssstt" as the pressure from the cabin was released. Hesitantly he stuck his head out of the tank and squinted as the bright sun hit his face.

So much to take in at once, Phillip's mouth hung agape. The weak dry breeze hit his face, carrying with it the scent of mechanical oil and fuel. The red and yellow buildings he knew so well, were towering high above his head, riddled with bullet holes of smaller turrets, and huge gaping crevices of large projectiles. Glass lay shattered everywhere, and rusty containers were so deformed, they no longer resembled any geometrical form. Bits of destroyed tanks, mostly track parts, were scattered across the ground, joined by craters of activated mines. In the distance a distinct sound of retreating tanks could be heard, accompanied by the occasional explosion of a randomly fired mock projectile from the happy victors.

Phillip stared at all this for a few minutes without being able to even think. He didn't even notice his name being called, until it was yelled so loud (and for the 5th time) that all the other tankers stopped their chatter and turned to look at him.

"Y.. yes?" Phillip muttered quietly.

"I see your call-sign is phillip123, I figured that was your name, am I right?" the stranger continued.

"Yea, that's me." Phillip replied gingerly.

"You ok? You're just standing there. Will you play another battle? We need a guy with supplies like you."

"I... I don't know, I'm not feeling well." In deed, all this made Phillip feel quite sick.

"Whatever, bro." The stranger said nonchalantly, as he climbed back into his tank.

The others shrugged, and did the same, leaving Phillip still sticking out of his tank, clueless as to what he should do. The others started driving around, waiting for a new team to gather, but after some minutes of no results, they slowly started disappearing. This looked quite strange actually, having a huge tank drive a front of you, and then just disappear into thin air with no warning.

"Guess I'll be going as well," the stranger said again "I doubt anyone is coming."

"Wait," Phillip called out desperately "I need to ask you something."

"What is it?" the stranger stopped his tank and stuck his head out again.

"Are you... inside the tank?"

The stranger paused for a second, and then started laughing hysterically. "Well of course I am, isn't that what our video says? 'You aren't controlling the tank, you are the tank!'" hi mimicked the voice that can be heard narrating most movie trailers.

"That's not what I mean. Are you physically inside the tank, do you feel the rumble, do you smell the fuel?" Phillip was getting annoyed by this stranger.

The stranger stopped laughing and just stared. "What on earth are you talking about, I'm sitting in my room drinking chocolate milk, and wasting my time chatting to a noob like you." He hopped back into his tank, closed the latch behind him, and within seconds his tank also disappeared.

Phillip was at loss for what to do, there was no "disappear" button in the controls, and the air was getting cooler by the minute, as the sun started slowly crawling down the sky again. He looked around and spotted a large door in the side of one of the buildings.

"A good start I guess." He said to himself, as he crawled back into the tank, and reached for the ignition button.

To be continued...
 

[aBdUlLaHkInGg 39]

Very briefed.

[Mr.I3oSS 557]

Nice :)

[lordmostafa 3,821]

I am like him, I want to prove meh self to meh friends B)

 

Great story keep it up, can't wait for the second part ^_^

[aBdUlLaHkInGg 39]

By the way new logo is cool :D.

[snipe3000 678]

Epic archy

[The.Skilled.Legend 1,459]

Awesome!

[sharth10 7]

Great story! I love it! Really want part 2 to come out! Keep the good story comin' :D

[freddycooger 0]

HA !!! Sometimes that happens to me. I get too into the game and I feel like I'm the tank.

[Xxemo_dinoxX 934]

Wow. It looks like a long story, but when I finished I wanted/suspected it to be longer. :lol:

[Valletta 834]

You have a flair for stories, Archy, keep it up :)

By the way new logo is cool :D.

+1

[Superlative 500]

Sorry to say, but weren't there a video on this. Besides, it's not as good as the Insurgence series. Anyways, you've put forward a remarkable story. Congratulations on that.

[iron-man_0007 73]

Nice :)