Post by Ari on Apr 19, 2016 2:59:21 GMT
Social Event: The Moving of Bodies
Introductory/Opening Post
For Rules and Guidelines: swordart-rpg.proboards.com/thread/634/spring-social-event-moving-bodies?page=1&scrollTo=3796
Be advised that all participants are expected to know and understand the rules of this thread as laid out in the above posted news file. Failure to read them will result in disqualification for the final vote as well as a forfeiture of portions of the XP and Col bounty...
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The evening news flipped on just as Eric walked in from work, his hand reaching up to loosen the pastel colored tie that reminded him of his weekday ritual at the office, a briefcase tapping slightly on the hardwood floor of the apartment as it was sat down, the sun slowly dropping below the horizon as the young professional finally offered a single worn-out sigh. The holographic image from the television kept him company as the fridge door opened, the bottles in the door rattling slightly as the near-empty ice box slightly revealed his bachelorhood...containing mostly condiments and beer, the milk long past its suggested expiration date. A dark brown bottle was retrieved in a fluid motion, the same ritual repeated over and over by the accountant until the freedom of the weekend dawned to give him back his personal life. Television offered a minor reprieve until he had to rise once more and repeat his daily tasks and labor, the din of the news anchors reports drowning out the opening and fizz of the newly obtained refreshment…bottle cap discarded in a nearby bin. A quick sip and a nod of satisfaction was all he revealed as he plopped down on the leather couch that acted as the center piece of his small living area...Perhaps dinner delivery tonight…He thought before giving his tired attentions to the dancing images and lights that competed and won his attention...a remote in one hand and his drink in the other, relaxation finally starting to come over him...
The words of the news reporter filling the small space of his apartment…
“With the final infusion of donated funds from the European Union, cell network providers worldwide have enabled the temporary nationalization of their satellite networks to allow for the movement of those that are still affected by what is now being called the The Sword Art Online Incident...as many of you remember ten-thousand people several months ago were trapped in what was once called a revolution in online-gaming…with the first release of fully immersive virtual reality hardware named 'Full-Dive'...what was meant to be a momentous first step into a new technology turned into a tragedy as many found themselves trapped within the software that had shipped with the device. We now go live to the United Nations where a long awaited action is being currently laid out...”
The screen shifts to pre-recorded footage of the United Nations General Assembly chamber in which the commissioner of science and technology was just taking stage. The older middle-eastern woman stepped up the worn podium, but no doubt commanding a sincere respect from all of those present in the chamber, clearing her voice before looking out over the hundreds of international representatives and ambassadors gathered to hear her speak on the occasion...
“In a rare mark of world-wide cooperation, with aid of the members of the United Nations, The American Red Cross, and the Red Crescent; a plan has been instituted to move the youth of the world that are now fighting for their lives within a reality not their own...as such, I am asking universal cooperation in the safe retrieval and movement of these brave souls. We can only do our best to give those that are affected, and are still trapped, the best care possible utilizing the pooled resources of the international community and our NGO partners...Movement of these people have already began as of 1300 GMT, with the first successful candidate being shifted into a French hospital by first-responders with the young girl showing stable life signs with brain activity.”
The camera panned out to show an embedded video of a teenage girl lying motionless on a hospital gurney, with the commissioner's voice imposed over the grainy images. Numerous doctors and ambulance workers surrounded her, a soft ping of her heart beat sounding in a nearby monitor along with what appeared to be a WiFi signal strength gauge and a brain activity monitor. The medical workers scurried around the youthful looking girl as her body lay still…the soft green light of her nerve gear frantically blinking away as she was fighting for her life in the game-turned-real. The raven-haired teen, once a star in academics, could only live for the game that she lay immersed in…her parents looking on helpless as their child lay oblivious as to the massive effort to move her and those like her to more controlled conditions…
The image flickered over to the anchor in the sea-blue dress, her thick noble British accent taking over the report as a feigned expression of concern lay on her features…her dark brown eyes focused on the camera and into the souls of her viewers, “This is Sandra Fisher reporting from London for BBC World News…Good-night…
(Players are now free to post!)
Introductory/Opening Post
For Rules and Guidelines: swordart-rpg.proboards.com/thread/634/spring-social-event-moving-bodies?page=1&scrollTo=3796
Be advised that all participants are expected to know and understand the rules of this thread as laid out in the above posted news file. Failure to read them will result in disqualification for the final vote as well as a forfeiture of portions of the XP and Col bounty...
****************************************
The evening news flipped on just as Eric walked in from work, his hand reaching up to loosen the pastel colored tie that reminded him of his weekday ritual at the office, a briefcase tapping slightly on the hardwood floor of the apartment as it was sat down, the sun slowly dropping below the horizon as the young professional finally offered a single worn-out sigh. The holographic image from the television kept him company as the fridge door opened, the bottles in the door rattling slightly as the near-empty ice box slightly revealed his bachelorhood...containing mostly condiments and beer, the milk long past its suggested expiration date. A dark brown bottle was retrieved in a fluid motion, the same ritual repeated over and over by the accountant until the freedom of the weekend dawned to give him back his personal life. Television offered a minor reprieve until he had to rise once more and repeat his daily tasks and labor, the din of the news anchors reports drowning out the opening and fizz of the newly obtained refreshment…bottle cap discarded in a nearby bin. A quick sip and a nod of satisfaction was all he revealed as he plopped down on the leather couch that acted as the center piece of his small living area...Perhaps dinner delivery tonight…He thought before giving his tired attentions to the dancing images and lights that competed and won his attention...a remote in one hand and his drink in the other, relaxation finally starting to come over him...
The words of the news reporter filling the small space of his apartment…
“With the final infusion of donated funds from the European Union, cell network providers worldwide have enabled the temporary nationalization of their satellite networks to allow for the movement of those that are still affected by what is now being called the The Sword Art Online Incident...as many of you remember ten-thousand people several months ago were trapped in what was once called a revolution in online-gaming…with the first release of fully immersive virtual reality hardware named 'Full-Dive'...what was meant to be a momentous first step into a new technology turned into a tragedy as many found themselves trapped within the software that had shipped with the device. We now go live to the United Nations where a long awaited action is being currently laid out...”
The screen shifts to pre-recorded footage of the United Nations General Assembly chamber in which the commissioner of science and technology was just taking stage. The older middle-eastern woman stepped up the worn podium, but no doubt commanding a sincere respect from all of those present in the chamber, clearing her voice before looking out over the hundreds of international representatives and ambassadors gathered to hear her speak on the occasion...
“In a rare mark of world-wide cooperation, with aid of the members of the United Nations, The American Red Cross, and the Red Crescent; a plan has been instituted to move the youth of the world that are now fighting for their lives within a reality not their own...as such, I am asking universal cooperation in the safe retrieval and movement of these brave souls. We can only do our best to give those that are affected, and are still trapped, the best care possible utilizing the pooled resources of the international community and our NGO partners...Movement of these people have already began as of 1300 GMT, with the first successful candidate being shifted into a French hospital by first-responders with the young girl showing stable life signs with brain activity.”
The camera panned out to show an embedded video of a teenage girl lying motionless on a hospital gurney, with the commissioner's voice imposed over the grainy images. Numerous doctors and ambulance workers surrounded her, a soft ping of her heart beat sounding in a nearby monitor along with what appeared to be a WiFi signal strength gauge and a brain activity monitor. The medical workers scurried around the youthful looking girl as her body lay still…the soft green light of her nerve gear frantically blinking away as she was fighting for her life in the game-turned-real. The raven-haired teen, once a star in academics, could only live for the game that she lay immersed in…her parents looking on helpless as their child lay oblivious as to the massive effort to move her and those like her to more controlled conditions…
The image flickered over to the anchor in the sea-blue dress, her thick noble British accent taking over the report as a feigned expression of concern lay on her features…her dark brown eyes focused on the camera and into the souls of her viewers, “This is Sandra Fisher reporting from London for BBC World News…Good-night…
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