Sign Up A Race for Nothingness [M-VLS]

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Caim dodged the mighty claws of the king dragon. The mighty beast roared in anger and clawed again, missing in the process. The boy was weak of all the dodges and one mistake would cost him his life. He griped his golden spear of Fate in his hands. One strike into the beast?s heart and he would beat this hellish game once and for all. He dodged the final assault and charged at the dragon in full strides. Caim pulled back his spear and was about to launch it straight at the monster when death fell on him. The dragon reared back and blow out his dragon breath burning the boy instantly. Fate would have seemed that no child could ever beat the mighty dragon of Hell, until one boy summoned courage to take on the mighty beast of hell.


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Ray laid back in his chair. Coach Lager had been gone for along time. He said he was stopping by to make some copies, fifteen minutes and no sign of him. The class was in a mix of jumping around the class, shooting people with paper balls and laughter when they hit there target. All the girls where in one corner, gossiping like they always do. Ray sighed as he looked out the window. Another boring day, been doing the same thing over and over again. The door swung open as everyone turned to look at who it was. Coach Lager took his usually long strides into the classroom. He was staring at a piece of paper in which was sent in the mail judging by the envelope in his other hand. He had a confused look on his face, he came and took a seat behind his desk.
?To Coach Lager?s classroom, D256. You have been selected out of millions of classes across the country to take a part of the annual Race to Destiny! A bus will arrive at your school today, after school behind the parking lot. We hope to see you there! From, The School Board.? He finished reading it to everyone and placed it on his desk.
?I?ve never heard of such a event. Can?t be a con, from the school board and was in my mailbox.? Everyone instantly chattered next to each other on what this letter could mean.
?Maybe we won tickets to a basketball game!? Yelled Domo right behind Ray who had a giant grin on his face. Coach raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down.
?Now I want everyone to stay after school and to make sure we won something.? Coach too was eager as Ray could read his eyes.
?Alright, after school it is...?


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Ray transferred all his weight against the cold brick wall of the school, He and Coach Lager waited for everyone to get out of there last period to get to the parking lot. Ray had athletics last period, so he just followed his Coach to the back.
?What do you think about this?? He wondered as Ray looked beside him at his favorite Coach.
?I don?t know....? He had a very bad feeling about it. Out of the whole country, they get picked. Very odd.... After several minutes, the class started to show. Ray counted as all twenty-two of his classmates showed up. They waited and waited. An hour after school and no sign of School board or anything.
?Well, it was a con..? Said Coach Lager finally after an hour and a half. The class moaned as they turned towards the school when suddenly a giant boom came into place. The class jumped as they turned to see a old bus rolling into the driveway. The doors opened wide as a large man with a orange mustache turned to them.
?The ride to the annual Race to Destiny.....all aboard.? One by one everyone pilled in as Ryan was the last to step foot in the aged bus. The man coughed as he shut the doors and began to drive. Ray took a seat right by the door as the class began to chatter around one and another. Ray seemed to be the only one concerned on where they were going.

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3 hours past as the sun began to set. Coach was becoming impatient, asking the fat bus driver questions. The bus driver though kept his eyes on the road, seemed to be a trace. Everyone seemed to remained quiet ever since the first hour. They all know how Ray first felt. Where were they going?
?Hey I?m talking to you! Where the heck are you taking us?!? Still no answer. Another hour past by as Coach was now trying to call someone, but got no signal. After going through muddy roads and through a dark forest, the bus stopped at a gate saying, Dead end.
?Last stop....Everyone off.? He opened the doors as he got out. No one moved. Ray looked outside and oddly got up. He took a look at Coach and took a step outside. The class began to get off as Coach became the last one.
?Through this gate, not too far is a building guarded by some soldiers, tell them you?re the winners and they?ll let you pass. God speed.? He grinned and got back inside the bus and drove off. The class went in a riot on where they were and how to get back. Coach calmed them down as they crossed the gate and traveled the trail to the so called building.




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?You?re the winners, just go inside and the butler will show you the way.? said one of the soldiers as the terrifying class walked into the building. Indeed was there a butler as he remained quiet to show them a way to the owner. They arrived in a large room full of computers, high-tech crap. A long haired figure wearing a silk robe stood there watching the workers construct on large pods. The figure turned as the butler left.
?Welcome winners, to the Race of Destiny. I am the Master of the Race, Theodore Caimans. I can only take a handful of people with me because I still have survivors playing this game.?
?What the heck is this?!? Yelled Coach, he was tired off being ingored. Soldiers rushed out of hidden doors and bounced on the coach, knocking him down. Theodore made a frown and turned to the classmates.
? I want half of the twenty-two against the wall.? The class didn?t make a move.
?NOW!!? The class jolted as half went against the wall. Ray remained standing beside a pod. Theodore looked at a soldier and nodded. Five soldiers walked over at the classmates on the wall.
?So very sorry, but you already have been eliminated from the challenge.? Said the man as a wicked smile came over his face. ?Bye, bye.? The soldiers aimed and fired. Blood spreading all over the wall. Ray had never heard people scream in pain and horror as he saw his classmates, friends die on the walls. 11 where left as the mad man turned to him.
?Anyone want to join them?? the remaining classmates where either in shock or crying on the ground. Coach was shell-shocked.
?To my challengers, welcome to the Race to Destiny. Your remaining class will embark on a quest to destroy the mighty beast that has never been beaten in over ten centauries! You will be placed in pods and be transported to the world of darkness where the beast is celled up. Before you reach the world, you will be able to select weapons, armors, cloths, etc. There are already people inside the game still playing, but they won?t get far. If you die in the other world, we will cut the plug in this world, killing you instantly. There are numerous of challenges in the world so I would be very careful. Have fun my children. One more thing before you start. No ONE has gotten out alive in the ten centauries. Hope you can be the first.....? He nodded as the soldiers grabbed them and put them right beside a pod. Coach was yelling, trying to break free. He looked at Ray.
?Protect everyone....? Ray nodded as he got inside the cold pod. That right there seemed to be a coffin to him.

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Main point, 11 classmates are transported by minds (like the matrix) to a evil world of death challenges. There isn?t going to be up to 11 people because some are going to get killed. So depends on who joins on how many die. Your character is able to pick weapons, attire, and abilities. At first, this all seems to be hard on how to use weapons and abilities. I want to have a balance between guys and girls. Not too much of either. Any questions or suggestions, PM me.



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name:
age: 9th graders, 14.
gender:
personality:
appearance: a pic would be great.
weapons:
attire: only if you want to change the attire already on the pic.
Abilities: Healing magic, black magic, swordsmanship, cooking, alchemy, etc.
bio: Optional

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