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Chapter 1: Prologue
dnkru135
LOUDER THAN GOD'S REVOLVER AND TWICE AS SHINY
- Location
- United States
Hey guys, this is my first time writing a story on SV! This is a story about Shirou's gaining The Gamer Ability
I wanted to start writing so here it is, tell me if anything is wrong with this.
I posted this on SB and am going to running this like an AU version
Chapter 1: Prologue:
Flames encompassed everything.
They burned and consumed the land, raging toward the darkened sky as if cursing it for its distance yet longing for its peacefulness. Screams of pain, anguish and despair filled the air like smoke. Scorched bodies lay on the equally burned ground. A testament to the merciless fury of the fire. Malice saturated the atmosphere like a thick blanket.
In this infernal scenario a single red haired boy stood on shaky legs. Surrounded by devastation he pushed himself forward with heavy steps, toward an uncertain direction and a much more certain death. Every movement brought him a new wave of pain. Every single breath filled his lungs with smoke, burning him from the inside.
Yet, something else burned within him. Something between resolve and defiance. His young mind knew that there was no hope for him, no way to make it out of there alive, but in spite of that knowledge he pushed himself forward just a little more. A challenge to his unavoidable fate.
There was a limit, of course, to how much he could withstand such task. Soon his legs gave in under the effort and he collapsed on the ground among charred bodies twisted by barely managed to turn and fall on his side instead of on his face, and then pushed himself to look up at the sky.
Smoke and ashes filled occluded the sight of it like a dull ceiling. Despair filled his heart along with burning rage. Without voice he cursed and prayed alternatively, even if though he knew they would reach no one.
He felt the fire wash over him in a moment. Slowly he closed his eyes, waiting for his death, and remembering all the people he had passed. Wishing for his sins to be atoned.
But something had indeed heard his curses and responded accordingly. A chalice filled with malice. A curse given shape and power. A shard of all the world's evils and sins.
It reached for him, a kindred spirit bound by powerlessness. It slipped through the cracks in his body and soul, filling the boy with a portion of his energy.
The boy felt the intrusions with a remote part of his brain. Or was it his soul? He couldn't understand what was happening, nor could he imagine the nature of the blackness that was consuming him. All he knew was the wrongness of it all.
Death, for the scary thing that it is, it's still a natural part of a human existence. The nameless black thing wasn't. Thus the boy knew, even in his ignorance of the world's workings, that the invading feeling was just wrong. He struggled. He cursed. He prayed. He didn't want to die, much less he wanted to be swallowed by that thing.
Unbeknownst to him even his prayed had been heard. Or the very least they had been answered.
Temporary breaking away from the control of Angra Manyu, was the small portion of the Holy Grail that was absorbed into the young boy. Hearing his plea, the Grail gave him strength, giving him the power to live, and even more the opportunity to atone. It warded off the fire, trying to consume him.
Light golden and blue washed over him in the same manner of the black malice a few moments prior, helping chasing away the darkness from within him. It filled and repaired him on levels he couldn't neither describe nor understand. It illuminated something – somewhere - that didn't actually exist yet was a fundamental part of him.
His eyes gazed upon an eternal sunset engraved in a silvery gray sky, upon in a thick forest covered by countless weapons. Was it a vision of Heaven or Hell? Salvation or damnation? It went as fast as it came, before he could understand it, before he could burn the vision inside his conscious mind. It disappeared, yet it was still there, somewhere inside him. When the Zoroastrianism God of Darkness known as Angra Manyu could fuel the destroying fire no more, and the rain had set in he got back up, finding it considerably easier than before. Blankly, he slowly lifted himself up and started again walking. He hadn't walked more than ten feet before a tall man with unruly hair and blank eyes ran up to him, smiling.
He blinked and he was conscious again, but this time he wasn't alone. A man with dark, ruffled hair was above him, smiling like he had just found a priceless treasure. Joy filled the man's eyes as he stared down at the boy, and in that moment he realized that he didn't feel pain anymore, and despair left place to a sense of calmness that didn't belong in that place. It was confusing much like everything else up to that moment.
He knelt before him smiling a huge smile. "Are you okay?" the man asked. Dumbly, the boy nodded. The strange man's smile grew bigger. He held out his hand to Shirou, saying "Come with me." Still completely blank the boy stumbled along, oblivious to the dangers of following strange men. Exhaustion finally caught up with him claiming his mind with blissful unconsciousness. One last thought was spared for the smiling man as realization dawned upon him. Thankfulness, for without a doubt he had just been saved.
Where had the fear gone? The burning sensation inside his lungs? The pain in his limbs? Was this how death was supposed to be? Or was it something else? Perhaps… But he had been given a purpose now.
To be as happy as that strange man.
Thus the Holy Grail decided to start trying to grant its master's wish
...Grail Shard...
The problem it faced right now was how to help its master. It did not have the strength that it had possessed as the full Holy Grail. It could gather and create prana to give to the boy, but that would be nigh useless when he grew to be a magus. Fortunately, though it still could use all the abilities of the full Holy Grail, it simply was not able to give Shirou even close to enough power to make any significant difference to whatever method Shirou would decide on for his atonement.
Support his progression then. It could, instead of just giving him a large amount of power, boost his body, mind, and soul's ability to gain power. Make an exercise give maximum results. Then it could throw in it's own, small, left over power and activate his latent skills. Maybe even give him new ones!
Now, how would it run this system? It extended its conciseness to the surrounding area, searching for an answer.
…Perfect...
Little did the Grail Shard know its actions were being manipulated by Gaia. The world observed the scene with just more intrest than normal. It was drawn to witness the aftermath of the fourth Holy Grail war after said Grail released that unholy blaze upon Fuyuki, after the hatred of Alaya the hatred of humans was a close second.
And even closer to the humans foolish enough to try to recreate a sorcery four times and fail miserably in all of them. Even being as presumptuous enough to bring pale copies of heroes of times immemorial to use as fuel to the wretched ritual.
Humans have grown weak with the passing of the time, feats made by an average human of the past were now impossible to even the most skilled human of the present.
With had a rather boring aftermath, the fire, as unholy as it was, could not even consume a whole city, just a sector of it. Not nearly enough to gather the attention of the Will of the Planet, but something else gained its attention.
A young haired boy that refused to die when everybody around him withered.
It recognized the soul of the boy, being one of the insufferable tools of its human loving counterpart, Alaya. A Counter Guardian, what a pitiful ending to one with such fiber to his being, clearly reminiscent of the humanity of old...
For a single moment the world stopped.
That boy who was so helpless now would become one of the greatest Counter Guardian of Alaya, he certainly was capable enough to become a hero on his own, but that meddling Consciousness of Humanity wouldn't let that happen. Now, giving this, promising and full of steel, young boy a boon just great enough to stray him from the path of a Counter Guardian and reduce the mediocrity of this era was a pleasing thought.
But, what blessing could be bestowed upon him? His memories were now non existent, just like his feelings and pretty much everything else. Not much to work with.
Gaia searched among the rubble for something to give the boy, then it found the unusual way of portraying heroes on this age. It was unusual and most certainly absurd, but it would do.
The Magus Killer was so relieved to have someone from the cursed fire still alive and running towards the nearest hospital that he failed to noticed the faint glow that the boy emanated for a moment.
The Will of the Planet was pleased with the job, outstanding human who will become Emiya Shirou, you now have within yourself the abilities of [The Gamer], may this blessing serve you well.
I wanted to start writing so here it is, tell me if anything is wrong with this.
I posted this on SB and am going to running this like an AU version
Chapter 1: Prologue:
Flames encompassed everything.
They burned and consumed the land, raging toward the darkened sky as if cursing it for its distance yet longing for its peacefulness. Screams of pain, anguish and despair filled the air like smoke. Scorched bodies lay on the equally burned ground. A testament to the merciless fury of the fire. Malice saturated the atmosphere like a thick blanket.
In this infernal scenario a single red haired boy stood on shaky legs. Surrounded by devastation he pushed himself forward with heavy steps, toward an uncertain direction and a much more certain death. Every movement brought him a new wave of pain. Every single breath filled his lungs with smoke, burning him from the inside.
Yet, something else burned within him. Something between resolve and defiance. His young mind knew that there was no hope for him, no way to make it out of there alive, but in spite of that knowledge he pushed himself forward just a little more. A challenge to his unavoidable fate.
There was a limit, of course, to how much he could withstand such task. Soon his legs gave in under the effort and he collapsed on the ground among charred bodies twisted by barely managed to turn and fall on his side instead of on his face, and then pushed himself to look up at the sky.
Smoke and ashes filled occluded the sight of it like a dull ceiling. Despair filled his heart along with burning rage. Without voice he cursed and prayed alternatively, even if though he knew they would reach no one.
He felt the fire wash over him in a moment. Slowly he closed his eyes, waiting for his death, and remembering all the people he had passed. Wishing for his sins to be atoned.
But something had indeed heard his curses and responded accordingly. A chalice filled with malice. A curse given shape and power. A shard of all the world's evils and sins.
It reached for him, a kindred spirit bound by powerlessness. It slipped through the cracks in his body and soul, filling the boy with a portion of his energy.
The boy felt the intrusions with a remote part of his brain. Or was it his soul? He couldn't understand what was happening, nor could he imagine the nature of the blackness that was consuming him. All he knew was the wrongness of it all.
Death, for the scary thing that it is, it's still a natural part of a human existence. The nameless black thing wasn't. Thus the boy knew, even in his ignorance of the world's workings, that the invading feeling was just wrong. He struggled. He cursed. He prayed. He didn't want to die, much less he wanted to be swallowed by that thing.
Unbeknownst to him even his prayed had been heard. Or the very least they had been answered.
Temporary breaking away from the control of Angra Manyu, was the small portion of the Holy Grail that was absorbed into the young boy. Hearing his plea, the Grail gave him strength, giving him the power to live, and even more the opportunity to atone. It warded off the fire, trying to consume him.
Light golden and blue washed over him in the same manner of the black malice a few moments prior, helping chasing away the darkness from within him. It filled and repaired him on levels he couldn't neither describe nor understand. It illuminated something – somewhere - that didn't actually exist yet was a fundamental part of him.
His eyes gazed upon an eternal sunset engraved in a silvery gray sky, upon in a thick forest covered by countless weapons. Was it a vision of Heaven or Hell? Salvation or damnation? It went as fast as it came, before he could understand it, before he could burn the vision inside his conscious mind. It disappeared, yet it was still there, somewhere inside him. When the Zoroastrianism God of Darkness known as Angra Manyu could fuel the destroying fire no more, and the rain had set in he got back up, finding it considerably easier than before. Blankly, he slowly lifted himself up and started again walking. He hadn't walked more than ten feet before a tall man with unruly hair and blank eyes ran up to him, smiling.
He blinked and he was conscious again, but this time he wasn't alone. A man with dark, ruffled hair was above him, smiling like he had just found a priceless treasure. Joy filled the man's eyes as he stared down at the boy, and in that moment he realized that he didn't feel pain anymore, and despair left place to a sense of calmness that didn't belong in that place. It was confusing much like everything else up to that moment.
He knelt before him smiling a huge smile. "Are you okay?" the man asked. Dumbly, the boy nodded. The strange man's smile grew bigger. He held out his hand to Shirou, saying "Come with me." Still completely blank the boy stumbled along, oblivious to the dangers of following strange men. Exhaustion finally caught up with him claiming his mind with blissful unconsciousness. One last thought was spared for the smiling man as realization dawned upon him. Thankfulness, for without a doubt he had just been saved.
Where had the fear gone? The burning sensation inside his lungs? The pain in his limbs? Was this how death was supposed to be? Or was it something else? Perhaps… But he had been given a purpose now.
To be as happy as that strange man.
Thus the Holy Grail decided to start trying to grant its master's wish
...Grail Shard...
The problem it faced right now was how to help its master. It did not have the strength that it had possessed as the full Holy Grail. It could gather and create prana to give to the boy, but that would be nigh useless when he grew to be a magus. Fortunately, though it still could use all the abilities of the full Holy Grail, it simply was not able to give Shirou even close to enough power to make any significant difference to whatever method Shirou would decide on for his atonement.
Support his progression then. It could, instead of just giving him a large amount of power, boost his body, mind, and soul's ability to gain power. Make an exercise give maximum results. Then it could throw in it's own, small, left over power and activate his latent skills. Maybe even give him new ones!
Now, how would it run this system? It extended its conciseness to the surrounding area, searching for an answer.
…Perfect...
Little did the Grail Shard know its actions were being manipulated by Gaia. The world observed the scene with just more intrest than normal. It was drawn to witness the aftermath of the fourth Holy Grail war after said Grail released that unholy blaze upon Fuyuki, after the hatred of Alaya the hatred of humans was a close second.
And even closer to the humans foolish enough to try to recreate a sorcery four times and fail miserably in all of them. Even being as presumptuous enough to bring pale copies of heroes of times immemorial to use as fuel to the wretched ritual.
Humans have grown weak with the passing of the time, feats made by an average human of the past were now impossible to even the most skilled human of the present.
With had a rather boring aftermath, the fire, as unholy as it was, could not even consume a whole city, just a sector of it. Not nearly enough to gather the attention of the Will of the Planet, but something else gained its attention.
A young haired boy that refused to die when everybody around him withered.
It recognized the soul of the boy, being one of the insufferable tools of its human loving counterpart, Alaya. A Counter Guardian, what a pitiful ending to one with such fiber to his being, clearly reminiscent of the humanity of old...
For a single moment the world stopped.
That boy who was so helpless now would become one of the greatest Counter Guardian of Alaya, he certainly was capable enough to become a hero on his own, but that meddling Consciousness of Humanity wouldn't let that happen. Now, giving this, promising and full of steel, young boy a boon just great enough to stray him from the path of a Counter Guardian and reduce the mediocrity of this era was a pleasing thought.
But, what blessing could be bestowed upon him? His memories were now non existent, just like his feelings and pretty much everything else. Not much to work with.
Gaia searched among the rubble for something to give the boy, then it found the unusual way of portraying heroes on this age. It was unusual and most certainly absurd, but it would do.
The Magus Killer was so relieved to have someone from the cursed fire still alive and running towards the nearest hospital that he failed to noticed the faint glow that the boy emanated for a moment.
The Will of the Planet was pleased with the job, outstanding human who will become Emiya Shirou, you now have within yourself the abilities of [The Gamer], may this blessing serve you well.
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Theaxofwar
Definitely not a Bunny Cat in disguise.
- Location
- Standing right behind you
This is SV.
Genesys
(Discrete Mokona)
- Location
- California
I think I saw a thread just the same pop up in SB yesterday or so, he probably copy-pasted his stuff and forgot to change it.
Didn't I see something similar on FF.net?
Genesys
(Discrete Mokona)
- Location
- California
Probably crossposting. It's on SB too, I went and checked yesterday's new threads.
No, I'm certain I read something similar on a Fate/Gamer xover on FF.net months, if not years ago.
dnkru135
LOUDER THAN GOD'S REVOLVER AND TWICE AS SHINY
- Location
- United States
I actually planning taking another direction. Sure there will be parts that overlap with each others but ultimately it will be a different story.
dnkru135
LOUDER THAN GOD'S REVOLVER AND TWICE AS SHINY
- Location
- United States
You're right I made this story a year ago but I lost my creative thoughs. But I'm hoping by making it a quest in order to get input instead of making a half assed I end up regretting.
Here are two versions of the story I am writing:
Fanfic: Fate: The Game Ch 1, Fate/stay night | FanFiction
Fanfic: Shirou Emiya's Life is a Game Ch 1, Fate/stay night | FanFiction
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Chapter 2: Prologue
dnkru135
LOUDER THAN GOD'S REVOLVER AND TWICE AS SHINY
- Location
- United States
Alright guys I'm giving you a choice on how this goes
It could either mean a completely different story or basic canon
Chapter 2: Gender
(Third Person P.O.V.)
Emiya Kiritsugu is a man who dedicated his entire life to saving people, and no mater what sacrifices he had to make, none was unwavering to a path as him.
Always weighting people's lives on a balance, he always saved the heavier side, no matter the cost. His father, his adopted mother figure... his wife.
He was a perfect machine that have the only purpose of saving as many lives as possible, he walked a bloody path no lesser ways would even dare to imagine and yet he still strode forward to save more lives.
He had no greater grief on his life that with the Fourth Grail War.
He sacrificed so much to win the war and it was all meaningless, all sacrifices he had made now only justified the blazing inferno that consumed countless human lives. The mere irony that all he sacrificed to save people only damned an even greater number of people was maddening.
He tried to make it right by destroying the wish granting device that could on grant destructon, but it backfired.
By destroying it, he send half-a-city to hell. And only himself to blame for all the lives that ceased to exist. He was losing himself, he had no other goal that to save someone, anyone, from the cursed flames or he would lose himself forever.
As he saw the young boy, barely hanging on to life, at ground zero of the disaster, Emiya Kiritsugu understood. Saving that boy meant saving himself.
He hurried to boy and saw the empty Golden eyes gazing at him, but they were alive. They have been whipped completely blank and devoid of anything, except a stubborn cling to life.
He felt the tears caressing his face as the boy look almost curiously at him and the rain fell on his back, but he wasted no more time.
He quickly extracted the Hallowed Sheath of Excalibur, The Ever Distant Utopia, Avalon at placed it inside the body of the boy in front of him.
Both consequences were instantaneous, the wounds on the body of the young boy vanished on the blink of an eye and he could see the live returning to his prone form. At the same time, the curse, All The Evils Of The World – Angra Mainyu, was returning with a vengeance to they weary man body, without the Noble Phantasm to counteract the curse Kiritsugu had no chance to withstand the evil.
To him it didn't matter, the boy was saved. And so was himself.
He ran as fast as his weary legs could carry him and the boy on his arms to the nearest hospital he remembered. Even with Avalon, the young boy would need proper care.
(Kiritsugu P.O.V.)
The hospital is in a rush before me. All the medical staff looks frenetic and the movement of heavily burnt people is staggering. I quickly interrupt a doctor and show him the boy on my arms.
"-Doctor! This boy was on the ground zero and he needs immediate help!"
The doctor jumps in surprise and rapidly gaze to the boy to me in quick succession.
"-Oh my! Carry him to the emergency ward!"
The doctor hurry along the way and I follow him on the busy corridors. As we arrive I place the boy on a vacant bed and the staff is fast to check upon him.
"-He looks a bit singed and exhausted, but otherwise all right. He was truly lucky to have such minor wounds on the middle of that hell, something above us must gave favorable to him."
I hold a snort in response to that.
"-How long till he makes full recovery?"
The doctor ponders for a few moments and answer.
"-He must have inhaled a lot of smoke, so it is very likely that he have singed lungs, but he is breathing normally, so we will let him rest for a couple weeks while we do the necessary exams and with luck he will be free to go."
I nod in acknowledgment, but as I make my way out the emergency ward the doctor intercept me.
"-Excuse me, but he was the only one alive you have found?"
My grimace was enough of an answer. The doctor mirrors me with a grimace of his own.
"-...How many orphans will this hell make?"
I honestly didn't know, but I couldn't help but think about my daughter. Knowing Acht (Head of the Einzbern) she may be an orphan of this fire as well.
(Shirou P.O.V.)
The sign just sort of hung there. Game? What kind of game you thought to yourself. You thought for just a moment of selecting the no option but you knew that you had to find out what this did.
You pressed Yes.
A bright light fills your eyes bit you could still read new words appearing.
There was a surge of power flowing throughout your body and you passed out.
(Shirou P.O.V.)
You could've sworn you almost became blind as your eyes shut really tightly, feeling like they were almost burned out by the harsh light shining above you. You was laying horizontally, with your heart pounding against your chest and breathing at a ten-fold from the horrific dream you had, that all seemed too real. Lifting your frail arms up slowly, you slowly rubbed your heavy eyelids with both of your weak hands. "Mngh...w-where am I..." you murmured to yourself. You slowly your eyes opened, examining the sterile room around you. You looked to rour right, seeing white bindings against your arm.
"Well, now. Seems like you've woken up." Your whole body tensed up as soon as you heard the voice coming out of nowhere. You turned to where the voice was. Tracing towards the door. You squint to see a healthy, middle age man walking into the room with a mug in his hand. "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to wake up after being out for two days. Guess my handy work did good on you." He sat down on a small, red chair before taking a sip from his mug.
You felt perplexed. Two days? It felt like I was out for a shorter amount of time than that... You thought to myself with your eyebrows scrunch together. Your arms were shaking like crazy as you try to pull yourself up off the bed. As soon as you got to a sitting position, everything blurred out for a second. "W-Whoa..." Just the feeling after you got up felt like your whole body was spinning uncontrollably. Glad that you caught yourself. You stabilize your balance with your hand on the top of the bed.
"Easy there." The man beside you warned you. "I don't know if that medicine in you have worn off, but you might want to take it easy for a while. Just to get your bearings straight." You turned your head to the guy who took another sip from his cup. "It did took me a while to fix up your body. Though with the burns on you, I'm baffled you made it through." He knelt down to the side of his chair and pulled out a square mirror, handing it to you. "I hope I didn't mess anything up on your face."
You kindly took the mirror off of his hand to catch a quick glimpse of youself. Suddenly a screen popped into the screen. The screen read:
What do you do?
[]Boy
[]Girl
[]Intersex
-[]Male
-[]Female
[]Hermaphrodite
-[]Male
-[]Female
[]Asexual
It could either mean a completely different story or basic canon
Chapter 2: Gender
(Third Person P.O.V.)
Emiya Kiritsugu is a man who dedicated his entire life to saving people, and no mater what sacrifices he had to make, none was unwavering to a path as him.
Always weighting people's lives on a balance, he always saved the heavier side, no matter the cost. His father, his adopted mother figure... his wife.
He was a perfect machine that have the only purpose of saving as many lives as possible, he walked a bloody path no lesser ways would even dare to imagine and yet he still strode forward to save more lives.
He had no greater grief on his life that with the Fourth Grail War.
He sacrificed so much to win the war and it was all meaningless, all sacrifices he had made now only justified the blazing inferno that consumed countless human lives. The mere irony that all he sacrificed to save people only damned an even greater number of people was maddening.
He tried to make it right by destroying the wish granting device that could on grant destructon, but it backfired.
By destroying it, he send half-a-city to hell. And only himself to blame for all the lives that ceased to exist. He was losing himself, he had no other goal that to save someone, anyone, from the cursed flames or he would lose himself forever.
As he saw the young boy, barely hanging on to life, at ground zero of the disaster, Emiya Kiritsugu understood. Saving that boy meant saving himself.
He hurried to boy and saw the empty Golden eyes gazing at him, but they were alive. They have been whipped completely blank and devoid of anything, except a stubborn cling to life.
He felt the tears caressing his face as the boy look almost curiously at him and the rain fell on his back, but he wasted no more time.
He quickly extracted the Hallowed Sheath of Excalibur, The Ever Distant Utopia, Avalon at placed it inside the body of the boy in front of him.
Both consequences were instantaneous, the wounds on the body of the young boy vanished on the blink of an eye and he could see the live returning to his prone form. At the same time, the curse, All The Evils Of The World – Angra Mainyu, was returning with a vengeance to they weary man body, without the Noble Phantasm to counteract the curse Kiritsugu had no chance to withstand the evil.
To him it didn't matter, the boy was saved. And so was himself.
He ran as fast as his weary legs could carry him and the boy on his arms to the nearest hospital he remembered. Even with Avalon, the young boy would need proper care.
(Kiritsugu P.O.V.)
The hospital is in a rush before me. All the medical staff looks frenetic and the movement of heavily burnt people is staggering. I quickly interrupt a doctor and show him the boy on my arms.
"-Doctor! This boy was on the ground zero and he needs immediate help!"
The doctor jumps in surprise and rapidly gaze to the boy to me in quick succession.
"-Oh my! Carry him to the emergency ward!"
The doctor hurry along the way and I follow him on the busy corridors. As we arrive I place the boy on a vacant bed and the staff is fast to check upon him.
"-He looks a bit singed and exhausted, but otherwise all right. He was truly lucky to have such minor wounds on the middle of that hell, something above us must gave favorable to him."
I hold a snort in response to that.
"-How long till he makes full recovery?"
The doctor ponders for a few moments and answer.
"-He must have inhaled a lot of smoke, so it is very likely that he have singed lungs, but he is breathing normally, so we will let him rest for a couple weeks while we do the necessary exams and with luck he will be free to go."
I nod in acknowledgment, but as I make my way out the emergency ward the doctor intercept me.
"-Excuse me, but he was the only one alive you have found?"
My grimace was enough of an answer. The doctor mirrors me with a grimace of his own.
"-...How many orphans will this hell make?"
I honestly didn't know, but I couldn't help but think about my daughter. Knowing Acht (Head of the Einzbern) she may be an orphan of this fire as well.
(Shirou P.O.V.)
The sign just sort of hung there. Game? What kind of game you thought to yourself. You thought for just a moment of selecting the no option but you knew that you had to find out what this did.
You pressed Yes.
A bright light fills your eyes bit you could still read new words appearing.
There was a surge of power flowing throughout your body and you passed out.
(Shirou P.O.V.)
You could've sworn you almost became blind as your eyes shut really tightly, feeling like they were almost burned out by the harsh light shining above you. You was laying horizontally, with your heart pounding against your chest and breathing at a ten-fold from the horrific dream you had, that all seemed too real. Lifting your frail arms up slowly, you slowly rubbed your heavy eyelids with both of your weak hands. "Mngh...w-where am I..." you murmured to yourself. You slowly your eyes opened, examining the sterile room around you. You looked to rour right, seeing white bindings against your arm.
"Well, now. Seems like you've woken up." Your whole body tensed up as soon as you heard the voice coming out of nowhere. You turned to where the voice was. Tracing towards the door. You squint to see a healthy, middle age man walking into the room with a mug in his hand. "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to wake up after being out for two days. Guess my handy work did good on you." He sat down on a small, red chair before taking a sip from his mug.
You felt perplexed. Two days? It felt like I was out for a shorter amount of time than that... You thought to myself with your eyebrows scrunch together. Your arms were shaking like crazy as you try to pull yourself up off the bed. As soon as you got to a sitting position, everything blurred out for a second. "W-Whoa..." Just the feeling after you got up felt like your whole body was spinning uncontrollably. Glad that you caught yourself. You stabilize your balance with your hand on the top of the bed.
"Easy there." The man beside you warned you. "I don't know if that medicine in you have worn off, but you might want to take it easy for a while. Just to get your bearings straight." You turned your head to the guy who took another sip from his cup. "It did took me a while to fix up your body. Though with the burns on you, I'm baffled you made it through." He knelt down to the side of his chair and pulled out a square mirror, handing it to you. "I hope I didn't mess anything up on your face."
You kindly took the mirror off of his hand to catch a quick glimpse of youself. Suddenly a screen popped into the screen. The screen read:
What do you do?
[]Boy
[]Girl
[]Intersex
-[]Male
-[]Female
[]Hermaphrodite
-[]Male
-[]Female
[]Asexual
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burningclaw2
The Power of the Tomato!
[X] Boy
Theaxofwar
Definitely not a Bunny Cat in disguise.
- Location
- Standing right behind you
[X] Girl
Ghostdevil
The Devil of Ghosts
- Location
- United States
[X] Boy
Isn't intersex and hermaphrodite the same thing?
I thought intersex was the weird rename people made up...
Wait or is intersex the whole identification thing
Isn't intersex and hermaphrodite the same thing?
I thought intersex was the weird rename people made up...
Wait or is intersex the whole identification thing
- Location
- Home
[X] Boy
- Location
- Indonesia
[X] Boy
dnkru135
LOUDER THAN GOD'S REVOLVER AND TWICE AS SHINY
- Location
- United States
Not really. Intersex mean that you have genitals that dont match. Even got the definition to clear confusion about it.
This is what Intersex means as a term:
While hermaphrodites just have both genitalia yet express secondary traits befitting one sex
At least that's what I believe
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KalTheRadiant
Windrunner
- Location
- The Cosmere
[X] Boy
[X] Boy
Chapter 3: Appearance
dnkru135
LOUDER THAN GOD'S REVOLVER AND TWICE AS SHINY
- Location
- United States
[X]Boy
[]Girl
[]Intersex
-[]Male
-[]Female
[]Hermaphrodite
-[]Male
-[]Female
[]Asexual
Honestly I thought you guys might decide to switch things up bit so far you guys have stuck Canon
I mean I guess don't mess with something that isn't broken
So here's Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Appearance
You gazed out blankly when you noticed the words now floating directly in front of your face in an blue colored box. "I was definitely a guy the last time I checked." You murmured to yourself as you looked to the doctor. "Can you see the floating words too?"
The doctor didn't respond. In fact, the doctor wasn't even breathing. You looked patiently a bit at the gray haired man to receive an answer before you sighed.
You turned your attention back to the floating words before reaching your hand out to press the 'Boy' button. You hesitate for a second but decide to go through with it. The screen flickered briefly before a new message presented itself on the blue surface.
Another groan of pain split the air as you slammed your hands onto the arctic blue surface directly atop the 'Yes' button. The screen pixelated and started shifting colors before restoring itself to its blue hue, causing you to stare at it with a confounded gaze.
"Before you get up and start moving about, I need you to take a look and tell me if I messed anything up. You took a few blows to the head; I had to go digging through your skull to remove all of the fragments. So, tell me how I did."
You examined your facial features thoroughly, looking at your darkened red hair that is shaggy and short, bright amber eyes, and fairly pale complexion. Only thing almost noticeable is a burn on your left temple. You used your free hand and moved your hair up, seeing a much bigger scar with stitches. "Ugh..." Just the sight of the burn left your spine twitching and gut retching.
What should Shirou change?
[]No
-[]Keep Scars
-[]Keep Hair
--[]Red Hair
-[]Keep Eyes
--[]Amber
-[]Keep Complexion
--[]Light
[]Yes
-[]Remove Scars
-[]Change Hair
--[]White
--[]Black
--[]Gray
--[]Blue
--[]Blond
-[]Change Eyes
--[]Blue
--[]Green
--[]Red
--[]Gray
-[]Change Complexion
--[]Tan
--[]Dark
[]Girl
[]Intersex
-[]Male
-[]Female
[]Hermaphrodite
-[]Male
-[]Female
[]Asexual
Honestly I thought you guys might decide to switch things up bit so far you guys have stuck Canon
I mean I guess don't mess with something that isn't broken
So here's Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Appearance
You gazed out blankly when you noticed the words now floating directly in front of your face in an blue colored box. "I was definitely a guy the last time I checked." You murmured to yourself as you looked to the doctor. "Can you see the floating words too?"
The doctor didn't respond. In fact, the doctor wasn't even breathing. You looked patiently a bit at the gray haired man to receive an answer before you sighed.
You turned your attention back to the floating words before reaching your hand out to press the 'Boy' button. You hesitate for a second but decide to go through with it. The screen flickered briefly before a new message presented itself on the blue surface.
Another groan of pain split the air as you slammed your hands onto the arctic blue surface directly atop the 'Yes' button. The screen pixelated and started shifting colors before restoring itself to its blue hue, causing you to stare at it with a confounded gaze.
"Before you get up and start moving about, I need you to take a look and tell me if I messed anything up. You took a few blows to the head; I had to go digging through your skull to remove all of the fragments. So, tell me how I did."
You examined your facial features thoroughly, looking at your darkened red hair that is shaggy and short, bright amber eyes, and fairly pale complexion. Only thing almost noticeable is a burn on your left temple. You used your free hand and moved your hair up, seeing a much bigger scar with stitches. "Ugh..." Just the sight of the burn left your spine twitching and gut retching.
What should Shirou change?
[]No
-[]Keep Scars
-[]Keep Hair
--[]Red Hair
-[]Keep Eyes
--[]Amber
-[]Keep Complexion
--[]Light
[]Yes
-[]Remove Scars
-[]Change Hair
--[]White
--[]Black
--[]Gray
--[]Blue
--[]Blond
-[]Change Eyes
--[]Blue
--[]Green
--[]Red
--[]Gray
-[]Change Complexion
--[]Tan
--[]Dark
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