Post by Tyler Chrono on Jan 30, 2013 22:40:26 GMT -5
It all started with F-Zero.
I can remember the day vaguely. One of the side-effects of being trapped for as long as I was in the future is that you tend to forget what happened to you before. Yet I always remember that friggin' game, since that's what got me here in the first place. I'll go into as much detail as I need to. Trust me, you'll need it.
The date was January 4th, 2013. I was staying at my parents house on Christmas break. you know, kick back with the parentals, take a break from all that college work, you know all that. I was staying in my old room, which I was surprised to find had been remodeled quite a bit into more of a general guest room. One thing that I liked was that they had taken the time to hook up my old Super Nintendo to the TV, knowing that I was probably going to do it anyways. Oh, the immeasurable hours I spent playing Zelda and Final Fantasy III during high school. While everyone else was talking smack about their Xbox's and their PS3's, I was content to just crank up any old school game I could get my hands on.
I awoke late on that January 4th day, around probably 11 o' clock, having spent the night text a friend of mine from class. I found that I was alone in the house. Mom and dad probably left to go to a friends house for tea or whatever it is those old people like to do. That meant I had the whole house to myself for the day. I then promptly went and spent most of it trying to see how many races I could win in F-Zero.
I think it was the music that got me. The music in F-Zero is so awesome, perfect for a game like that. It makes you want to GO FAST. I mean, sin't that the point of racing in general. It definitely made ME go fast...in fact, I do believe it made me go faster than I've ever gone before in that game. I recall at one point I couldn't even see what the speed was, it was rising so fast. For exactly three seconds, my little brain said "Hang on, I don't think the game is supposed to go this fast."
Then, in that fourth second, all memory faded away, and total darkness befell me. It probably was the feeling person gets once they fall into a coma. It felt endless, and I slowly felt as if I were to never wake up again.
Finally, I re awakened to find myself thrown across...something metal. I could barely make out what it was...all I knew was that it was most definitely NOT my parents house. In fact, when I woke up, I had no idea WHERE the hell this was. For as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but scrap metal, along a dirty path connecting them all, with the odd newspaper flying around like tumbleweed. I got off the mountain of scrap and grabbed one of the papers and shocked when I saw the date.
"JANUARY 3RD, 3003"
My heart and brain both stopped as I had to take a couple of steps back and realize just what this meant. I was, somehow, in the far future. And as I tried to comprehend it, a voice spoke up.
?: Hard to take in, ain't it?
I turned to try and see who it was, but all I could see was his silouhette. He appeared to be frail, and stood in the middle of the road with a walking stick in his hand.
?: I know for damn sure it was when it happened to me. Didn't quite know how to take it in. But I had someone to guide me through it, just like I'll be here to guide you.
He then approached me from the road, and just as I had thought, he was quite the old man. In fact, most people in my time would probably call him a hobo. His wrinkles spread all over his face, and they all seemed to have a different tale to them. Simply put, this man had seen some shit.
I introduced myself and asked all the questions that I thought were necessary, and soon the old man, who asked to simply call him Sir. He then gave me a written set of instructions, it had a name, but quite frankly it seemed long and complicated I soon forgot what he told me it was. In a nutshell, these were a step-by-step process on how to make a functioning time machine out of the junk that was around me. I'm thankful he was there to show me everything, because otherwise I would've had absolutely no clue what I was doing. He explained to me which pieces did what, and where everything went. It took a lot of effort, but I knew that all the effort would soon be worth it.
One day, while taking a break from construction, we sat around a mountain of old newspapers he kept around him, and we skimmed through some of the articles within. I quickly got a good handle on what had happened to the planet in between my time period and this one, but that's an entirely different story all together. What really captured my attention were these old Sports articles from my time period, talking about a wrestling company named Revolution Wrestling, and apparently their first ever World Champion Jakob Swift, who won the belt during the Revolutionary Dreams tournament at the start of the companies history. These articles told of his powerful reign as champion, and they kept me on the edge of what I was using as a seat at that moment. I asked the man if he had heard of Mr. Swift.
Sir: Ah yes, Jakob. I remember that old sun of a gun. Quite the talented young lad, he was. Had the biggest chip on his shoulder, lemme tell ya'. But you see, lemme' let you in on something. I've been working with you for a couple of days now, right?
Tyler: Right.
Sir: And during this time, I've come to see just how much of a hard worker you really are. I think if you put your mind towards something, you can do it, and you can kick ASS at it.
His words inspired me. Those words let me know just what kind of potential I had. Sure, I had made good grades in school but this...this was totally different. It was at that moment in time when I decided what I would do once I got home. Sign up for Revolution Wrestling, beat Jakob Swift, and win the tournament.
Finally, a few days later we put the finishing touches on the time machine. It took on the appearance of the TARDIS from Doctor, since there was an entire police box just sitting in the junk yard for no reason. Plus, it just plain looked nice. I turned to the old man to say goodbye.
Tyler: Sir...I just want to say thank you.
Sir: *confused* ...what's this all about? You talking like you ain't ever gonna' see me again.
Tyler: What do you mean?
Sir: Just because you can go back to your own time now doesn't mean you can't stop by for a visit every once in a while. I mean, you DO have a time machine, y' know?
Tyler: Yeah...yeah, that's true. Well, thanks anyway. I'll be sure to catch you on the flipside.
As I turned to enter the machine, I heard him speak one last sentence before shutting the door.
Sir: Farewell, and remember this, kiddo: Time is NOT the boss of you!
And with such words of wisdom, the time machine dematerialized from his world and began traveling towards mine. I had contract to fill out.
I can remember the day vaguely. One of the side-effects of being trapped for as long as I was in the future is that you tend to forget what happened to you before. Yet I always remember that friggin' game, since that's what got me here in the first place. I'll go into as much detail as I need to. Trust me, you'll need it.
The date was January 4th, 2013. I was staying at my parents house on Christmas break. you know, kick back with the parentals, take a break from all that college work, you know all that. I was staying in my old room, which I was surprised to find had been remodeled quite a bit into more of a general guest room. One thing that I liked was that they had taken the time to hook up my old Super Nintendo to the TV, knowing that I was probably going to do it anyways. Oh, the immeasurable hours I spent playing Zelda and Final Fantasy III during high school. While everyone else was talking smack about their Xbox's and their PS3's, I was content to just crank up any old school game I could get my hands on.
I awoke late on that January 4th day, around probably 11 o' clock, having spent the night text a friend of mine from class. I found that I was alone in the house. Mom and dad probably left to go to a friends house for tea or whatever it is those old people like to do. That meant I had the whole house to myself for the day. I then promptly went and spent most of it trying to see how many races I could win in F-Zero.
I think it was the music that got me. The music in F-Zero is so awesome, perfect for a game like that. It makes you want to GO FAST. I mean, sin't that the point of racing in general. It definitely made ME go fast...in fact, I do believe it made me go faster than I've ever gone before in that game. I recall at one point I couldn't even see what the speed was, it was rising so fast. For exactly three seconds, my little brain said "Hang on, I don't think the game is supposed to go this fast."
Then, in that fourth second, all memory faded away, and total darkness befell me. It probably was the feeling person gets once they fall into a coma. It felt endless, and I slowly felt as if I were to never wake up again.
Finally, I re awakened to find myself thrown across...something metal. I could barely make out what it was...all I knew was that it was most definitely NOT my parents house. In fact, when I woke up, I had no idea WHERE the hell this was. For as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but scrap metal, along a dirty path connecting them all, with the odd newspaper flying around like tumbleweed. I got off the mountain of scrap and grabbed one of the papers and shocked when I saw the date.
"JANUARY 3RD, 3003"
My heart and brain both stopped as I had to take a couple of steps back and realize just what this meant. I was, somehow, in the far future. And as I tried to comprehend it, a voice spoke up.
?: Hard to take in, ain't it?
I turned to try and see who it was, but all I could see was his silouhette. He appeared to be frail, and stood in the middle of the road with a walking stick in his hand.
?: I know for damn sure it was when it happened to me. Didn't quite know how to take it in. But I had someone to guide me through it, just like I'll be here to guide you.
He then approached me from the road, and just as I had thought, he was quite the old man. In fact, most people in my time would probably call him a hobo. His wrinkles spread all over his face, and they all seemed to have a different tale to them. Simply put, this man had seen some shit.
I introduced myself and asked all the questions that I thought were necessary, and soon the old man, who asked to simply call him Sir. He then gave me a written set of instructions, it had a name, but quite frankly it seemed long and complicated I soon forgot what he told me it was. In a nutshell, these were a step-by-step process on how to make a functioning time machine out of the junk that was around me. I'm thankful he was there to show me everything, because otherwise I would've had absolutely no clue what I was doing. He explained to me which pieces did what, and where everything went. It took a lot of effort, but I knew that all the effort would soon be worth it.
One day, while taking a break from construction, we sat around a mountain of old newspapers he kept around him, and we skimmed through some of the articles within. I quickly got a good handle on what had happened to the planet in between my time period and this one, but that's an entirely different story all together. What really captured my attention were these old Sports articles from my time period, talking about a wrestling company named Revolution Wrestling, and apparently their first ever World Champion Jakob Swift, who won the belt during the Revolutionary Dreams tournament at the start of the companies history. These articles told of his powerful reign as champion, and they kept me on the edge of what I was using as a seat at that moment. I asked the man if he had heard of Mr. Swift.
Sir: Ah yes, Jakob. I remember that old sun of a gun. Quite the talented young lad, he was. Had the biggest chip on his shoulder, lemme tell ya'. But you see, lemme' let you in on something. I've been working with you for a couple of days now, right?
Tyler: Right.
Sir: And during this time, I've come to see just how much of a hard worker you really are. I think if you put your mind towards something, you can do it, and you can kick ASS at it.
His words inspired me. Those words let me know just what kind of potential I had. Sure, I had made good grades in school but this...this was totally different. It was at that moment in time when I decided what I would do once I got home. Sign up for Revolution Wrestling, beat Jakob Swift, and win the tournament.
Finally, a few days later we put the finishing touches on the time machine. It took on the appearance of the TARDIS from Doctor, since there was an entire police box just sitting in the junk yard for no reason. Plus, it just plain looked nice. I turned to the old man to say goodbye.
Tyler: Sir...I just want to say thank you.
Sir: *confused* ...what's this all about? You talking like you ain't ever gonna' see me again.
Tyler: What do you mean?
Sir: Just because you can go back to your own time now doesn't mean you can't stop by for a visit every once in a while. I mean, you DO have a time machine, y' know?
Tyler: Yeah...yeah, that's true. Well, thanks anyway. I'll be sure to catch you on the flipside.
As I turned to enter the machine, I heard him speak one last sentence before shutting the door.
Sir: Farewell, and remember this, kiddo: Time is NOT the boss of you!
And with such words of wisdom, the time machine dematerialized from his world and began traveling towards mine. I had contract to fill out.
