A wackier version of how Halloween is going to celebrate back in my other high school like the one I used to back in elementary and middle, the colors are beyond amazing, similar to next-gen Sims w/ University Life and GTA V but with better AI, I get to see the action in first person mode. Most of the people in real-life I ever met dressed up in ways I easily resemble across the generations I had seen so far, it felt more of a convention center to me. As per usual, I dressed as myself going about my own business.
Just for that day on an alternate 2016-17 as a scenario had the state failed to bulldoze my old home and not signing up on this the whole time. It was almost 11:00 in the morning, and what I see laid out is a makeshift obstacle course and items strewn about the school, and I am like huh, typical llama placement just to mess with the inhabitants back in the day. I then was met by five familiar faces taking on the likeness of M14, Galil, M21, M16A1, and Thunder but without the hats, as hats were not allowed on the grounds both in and out. I am already on a six-member group with the swirling blue-purple plumbobs above our heads, a nod to 80s. The one cosplaying as Thunder did not have eye contacts and hair dye.
When 11:00 struck, the layout of the school instantaneously changes, coinciding with cloudy skies, and the game's invisible God then flips a switch to trap all six of us inside the building filled with other cosplayers. We then hear a storm coming at around the 11:15 mark, as I clearly have no idea what is going on, but the ones in my group don't really seem to panic. Naturally I feel the need to be hungry, but I was provided only one energy snack from the house wrapped in a bar, a Nutri-Grain to restore my mood a bit when hit. I held onto what looks like a long yardstick by the wall next to the auditorium, not very effective in a gunfight and in tight places, but useful in melee. One of the cosplayers on my team then approached me on command to give me a compact pistol, and I reluctantly agreed to take it. 11:30 is the start time, in which rain will come down lightly but gets heavier as time progresses.
There are seven other teams of six members from other countries awaiting my team that happen to be my schoolfriends too, but are also in a free-for-all situation against each other in different areas within the grounds. They represent the U.K., Israel, France, Italy, Germany, China, and Spain. The rules of this crazy game is to survive whilst taking out the opposition, using the items on the map provided within the time limit, failure results in sudden death, and anyone that tries to swim gets fatigued and drowned within 40 seconds unless coming out. Ok, this sounds like Worms, but without the Worms. Everyone starts with at least 100 mood points.
I then hear the familiar school bell, disappointed that I have to knock off my friends, but no other choice I have to, yardstick strapped on my back and pistol on my holster, it signals the start of the match and I have roughly 15 minutes to wipe them out. The rain starts coming down, but it is a drizzle. As a team, M16A1 is the leader, so I stick behind M14 with Galil directly behind me on the left side, and M21 with Thunder to the right side of the formation. In just under 10 seconds within the match, I already can hear gunfire ringing through the grounds, but they're not live bullets, they're airsoft and can only hurt a little. We started near the auditorium, but don't know where the other teams are at the time, so we moved down to the cafeteria to see if anyone's approaching. 30 seconds into the match, the doors to the cafeteria were shut tight, so I have to use the yardstick to break it down with righteous fury. A small green tube appears above my head to show my progress. Failing that, about one-third of the way through, M16A1 kicks the doors down after drinking a bit of iced tea for temporary extra strength.
About 2 minutes in, Team Italy has been waiting for us in the back corner where I used to work there before every lunchtime, prompting a fight. My team and Team Italy started exchanging shots. The drizzle then becomes light rain, already in the afternoon. M14 delivered the incapacitating blow on someone dressed up as a SPAS-12, since M21 immediately felt the full force of the pellets and nearly out of mood points. I handed her the only Nutri-Grain bar in the same way as handing over a gift before proceeding to use the yardstick to pound on the hapless Carcanos. Galil had trouble rushing up to another shotgun girl, a Bennelli using area denial from the pellet spread, I have to take the side door, I slowly shimmy up to the wall, with a yardstick on hand until eventually whacking her on the forehead.
With five of our members left, I took some of the cookie dough from the storage cabinet and ate a few to restore my mood, but ended up with a small "bad breath" debuff. We cleared out Team Italy due to them being too defensive to leave their spawn, and proceeded to head back to where we started at around the fourth minute, by then the rain becomes a bit moderate, and we can hear rumbles even clearer. Team Germany and Team U.K. are doing good upstairs, whilst Team China and Team France on the other side of the school are on a middle ground with very few members remaining already. We headed back to our spawn point only to find Team Israel waiting to block our way. The redhead impersonator isn’t going to let anyone get past her heavy machinegun's range, in which I immediately recognize. We tried our best to get behind cover on the walls, underneath tables, anything to avoid taking mood points off, albeit Thunder goes toe-to-toe and easily had her ribs filled with airsoft fire all over, poor her.
Then Team China intervened after they just taken out Team France and began to divert their attention, allowing us to approach the redhead and finish her off, forcing their team to scatter. We now got Team China's attention, but they only have three members left, two of them with SMGs and the other wielding a Kowloon Type 80. Six minutes into the match, the rain is getting a bit heavier and so dark it almost felt like night, but there is still a bit of daytime to go. I felt a bit cornered and shoved into the wall by a black shorthaired girl with brown eyes and a green T-shirt. I lost about 40 mood points and ran out of options. M14 came to the rescue and shoved the girl away before shooting her in the stomach at point blank range, but just as I stand back up to regain composure, she was shot down by a three-round burst meant to finish me off but the angle veered off and hit her instead.
This leaves my team comsisting of myself, M16A1 and Galil when we were done finishing off Team China; we had quite a blast dealing with them. Team U.K. was already wiped out before the seventh minute by Team Germany after a seemingly long bout of exchanged fire upstairs with just two members, aided by Team Spain and now engaging with them around the indoor gymnasium with four members. We just have to catch up with them and end the match for good, when we got there, we are already approaching the 8 minute mark, but complications arise from M16A1 needing to take a break in the restroom. Galil is already low on mood and not feeling hot scouring for the nearest vendor machine, but afraid she is going to take a hit again and go down. For most of the time in the match, I simply observe the action scenes, doing little to intervene. I waited for M16A1 to finish her break, but by then Team Germany is well on its way to look for us. We are now five minutes remaining before the water starts to rise from the nearly overflowing water pipes, I urged her to hurry up so we can go home free. The sun was already setting, and the storm was artificially programmed by the invisible sadistic deity.
We tried searching the labs and the art rooms and nothing shows up. We then tried the rooms closest to the stairs on our right, again nothing, but we did encounter the vending machines Galil was looking for. Team Germany is still sweeping around near the staff lounge and varsity rooms, so they are close. Team Spain is down to only one member left, possibly hiding behind the vending machine readying to ambush. Just as Galil was finished drinking a soda can and down to roughly three minutes left, I shouted to her "Enemy infantry spotted!", but it was already too late and I almost took a blow from the attacker as well. As soon as Ameli ring out the shots, Team Germany immediately rushes towards our presence, with just M16A1 and me running straight upstairs. I tried firing back twice with a compact pistol in hopes of landing a blow to steal a kill in revenge of Galil and surely enough I done it before the last team showed up to the scene of the attack. I do believe the two German girls are the ones I soon recognize from my earliest days when I met them, one blonde-haired woman and one brown-haired woman, both with short, curly hair, possibly the Windsors, both sporting H&K assault rifles.
They eventually notice the trail of bullets we left behind and knew where we would be, so they too walk upstairs only for the timer to run out and the rain at its heaviest with lightning getting closer. The water starts rising from the basement floor; we are just huddling around together near the physical science room, possibly as the Team Germany spawn point. M16A1 was spotted and fought very hard with the two remaining Germans on her own, out of ammo and forced into using an airsoft grenade launcher on one. One bold move from M16A1 takes out the one with the HK-416, but taken down in vengeance shortly after. The water level quickly reaches the floor where we mostly spent our time there, leaving just Leanne and me in a standoff. I still have six rounds of the compact pistol, so I fired off all remaining six onto her, two of which hitting her in the chest and hip, leaving her with around 30 mood points, the rest fizzled into the air. She hit me back immediately afterward with a three-round burst, and surely the last burst from her G41, leaving me down to just under 20 mood points. Both dropped our primary weapons and began meleeing to incapacitation, with me attempting to swing the yardstick, but she grabbed the other end of it and yanked off me. I stumble a bit from the recent airsoft pain on my upper chest, feeling a great shock by the second.
I try tackling her, and sure enough, she went down with a thump, dropping the yardstick. I manage to grab it, but she then tries to get up and tries to grab it too, still keeping her weak, playful smile knowing she is going to win. Both of us are down to around 15 mood points, the water level almost reaches up to the stairways, the windows begin to crack under pressure, and I hurry myself to find my way to the roof of the school, drenched in the rain in the evening sky. Leanne pursues me as well, occasionally speaking German along the way to make me come back here. 20 minutes into the match, the water level consumed all three floors, and I find myself a few steps from being taken away by the rising water or being pummeled down by my opponent. She too feels drenched into the rain, we taken a -5 debuff from being "soaked", exhausted and possibly very hungry and smelly. I take the liberty of allowing myself one last move and poke her into the water after a bit of dialogue exchange.
My sadness has already reached the limit, the match ended at last and the weather within several hours return to normal, along with the lot replacement, yet the dream ended as soon as I see my last opponent plunging into the flooded water.
