O.M.Ni (Literature Uprising), Text beyond imagination Options

[Spirit_Master_X]

O.M.Ni
{Oppress.Monoply.Nihilism}
Written By: Anthony Johnson (Spirit_Master_X)


The Briefing
O.M.Ni tells a story of a re-imagining.
What is life like on the other side of society?
The ones who claim O.M.Ni, blames the adversed Minority.
Their propaganda, influences the majority.
They never speak, yet they are the authority.
Cross wasn't the only one mixed within its system.
Hell...the guy was the vanguard. Like most of the very
few leaders we have, Cross fought.
Heh, O.M.Ni...clever fucks!
Based off of Spirit's new RPG Series, welcome.
We will examine you once you're ready to begin.

101 S1: {:Waiting for User:}

The bar was silent. Cross would usually come here to get
a few drinks and mingle with the women there.
Now...he only comes when he is running. He sits alone at
the bar...with a focused and angry look.
Cross stared blankly at the countertop. The bartender, who
was cleaning a few glasses, watched him. Ever since Cross began
acting weird, Isaac, the bartender, tried but failed to get through to him. He just watches him now.
Cross could hear the entire bar all around. Their voices ringed through
his head. Before he knew it, he had been approached by a drunk patron. The man stumbled over to the bar, and snatched a glass of liquor that was infront of Cross. He did it to irritate Cross...but to no avail. Cross continued to stare blankly at the countertop.

"Hey! You didn't see me steal your booze? What the fucks wrong with ya? You deaf or something?" the man nudged over to Cross.
"What are you? some filthy ignorant?!"

The guy watched Cross carefully. He realized Cross was still locked within his state. This guy was a fucking hermit.
Someone who sat in the middle of the bar, pointed at the television
and shouted.
"Look. What happened to the game? what is that?"
Soon, other patrons joined the man and looked confused at what was displayed on the television.
This definately caught Cross's attention. The bar went silent.

"What is that?" a patron asked. Cross moved down to the crowd and turned to watch as well. His eyes widened. The broadcast showed a stiff image of a creepy looking owl staring blankly at the screen.
It's much intimidating stare...Cross could tell a few of the patrons were getting nervous.

o O(O.M.Ni...you dare disobey the illumination?! Revealing yourselves when you are told not to! Unless...no it can't be...Did they kill all who were in Illumination...?)O o
Cross thought.

Moments later, regular programming resumed. Not much talk was going on about what they seen. Cross looked from side to side.
His instinct alerted him of an O.M.Ni Enviroment Survey Drone.
The drone hovers over entire landscapes, scanning for potential danger...Cross in particular.

Moments later, the door to the bar opened. A lady steps in with a cigarrette lit. Dirt and mud stained what appears to be
her motorcycle uniform. Her hair was long and dark, very much like Cross's. Her eyes were hazel and slim.
To the men inside the bar, she was really something to look at. While walking in, she spotted Cross near an empty table,
staring out the window. She walked toward him calmly. With a sly tone, she said...
"You and I both know, that we do not want this confrontation to end up in a bloodbath. Quietly, stand to your feet and follow me outside."
Cross pretended not to hear her. His eyes stare blankly out the window. He was rather bothered by her presence.
The lady slams both her hands on the table, reached around her waist, and pulled out a weapon no one has ever seen before.
A few of the patrons gasped as they didn't want to anger the young lady.
"Cross. You fight for freedom. You want to transform this world into a regime of anarchy! If you want that so bad, then maybe you will
listen if I kill some of these unfortunate, ignorant, and forsaken people.
Suddenly, she aims the gun at the bar, while still gazing into Cross's eyes.
Before she could fire a couple of rounds, Cross gazed back and quietly risen from his seat.
The lady smirked as she led Cross toward the door. Little did the woman know, Cross had a plan.
Panting, Cross quickly lunged after her. She was caught by surprise and stumbled outside.
Cross watched her as she regained her posture.

"I should've known you wouldn't listen to reason." the lady said.

Cross slowly reached to withdraw his sword...Against gunfire, tank fire, air support...that sword was all Cross had...

The woman's eyes glanced at the sword. "So it's true, you found "La chiave." (meaning, the password) she said.
Cross simply narrowed his eyes directly at hers. His muscles started to build. He gritted his teeth, waiting patiently for her
next move. She put on a slight smile. She knows she can't defeat "La chiave" alone. It would take a few
of her friends to do so. The lady hopped onto her motorcycle, and pointed a familiar hand gesture at him before she took off.
Cross squenched his eyes. His instinct told him that the survey drone left when she did...

She was assigned to apprehend me...that explains the survey drone as well..." he thought.

1014 S3: {:Redirecting line connection...:}

Within a dark, cold, silent chamber...a group of masked individuals stepped inside.
The eye of providence was printed on the face of the mask. However, the pyramid
printed below the eye was in flames. What does this represent?
The group entered and sat in tall chairs that surrounded a empty fountain.
The members in the group just sat there. No one moved, no one talked. You couldn't
even hear them breathe. They sat motionless.

Phase two has begun...

101 S2: {:Waiting for User:}

The night sky arrived almost immediately.
Cross narrowed his eyes down the long, empty road, located in the middle of a vast desert.
The wind was cool. Something within Cross ticked, however.
As he turned slightly over his shoulder, Cross spotted a gang of armored O.M.Ni vehicles
closing him off. Once he turned back to face the direction he was headed, another barrage
of vehicles closed him off...He was outnumbered.
The headlights from the vehicles lit up the area like a football field. Cross was in the spotlight.
Just then, armed soldiers who wore long black trench coats and white masks,
with the same unexplained symbol printed on the face, stepped from the vehicles.
They all aimed, what appeared to be, high technology rifles, toward Cross.
The lady from before stepped infront of them all.
She bore the same uniform as the other O.M.Ni agents. However, she wore no mask.
Also, her trench coat was short sleeved.

She layed her rifle on her shoulder and watched quietly. The woman and Cross gazed at each
other before the woman broke the silence.

"I wish we could have avoided this...but you were too stubborn, weren't you?" she continued...
"Your friends are dead...Cross...if you just-..." she paused for a moment and sighed.
"Look...like I said in the bar if you come-" she was cut off by Cross's voice.

"You use to stand for something far better than their agenda, Soul. But you couldn't resist
their proposal could you?" said Cross in a cold voice.

At that moment, the lady, now presumed to be named "Soul" started to show a glint of small tears.

"What other choice did I have?!" Soul replied. She shook her head, attempting to shake her tears.
Growling under her teeth, she continued..."The 'Order' dictates!"

Suddenly, the O.M.Ni agents aimed their red dot lasers at Cross. He looked from side to side...
it appeared to be the end. Soul, as well, aimed her gun at Cross.
She shouted again..."The 'Order' dictates!"
As the O.M.Ni agents began to fire, a distant helicopter, resembling a Black Hawk, fired
a single missile at the O.M.Ni vehicles.
Before Cross and Soul knew it...the explosion took them by surprise. The debris and splatter
damage pushed against Soul and flung her to the pavement like a ragdoll.
Cross was also sent flying back as well. The explosion caused the death of many O.M.Ni agents.
The agents on the other end, aimed their weapons and fired at the incoming chopper.

...{:Sequence failure...Redirecting...:}

Two years earlier...

Located within an abandoned elementary school, Cross and a few other companions wait
impatiently. In all, there were five members present in the broken down classroom.
Each member represented revolution.
Cross was the final member to join the group. Soul was the second.
Anjel was the founder. He specialized in computer technology and intelligence. Compared
to the others, Anjel was medium-built.
Spirit was Soul's younger sister. She joined the group when she was 14 years old.
Now, she has turned 17. Unlike Soul, Spirit was naive and the most frightened of
O.M.Ni's uprising. Spirit had no military experience with weapons, but overtime, she has
became quite the gunslinger.
Demohn was the third member to be recruited. He was quiet and didn't speak much. His
talent with duel-wielding steel-bladed claws made up for his lack of dialogue, however.
Compared to the others, Demohn was the most intimidating one. He was given the
name "Demohn" based off of the term "Demon" due to his hidden facial features underneath
his black an purple hoody.

As everyone kinda sat around doing nothing, Anjel broke the silence...

"It appears that the agents have found us." he said.

Spirit immediately looked up at Anjel and replied..."What do we do?!" she asked.

Anjel risen to his feet. Before he alerted everyone of the news, Anjel sat on a broken
desk that layed in a puddle of different crayons. He grabbed hold of his flamethrower
and equipped it. A large tank was strapped to his back. The pipe, in which the flames
are shot, hung loosely on his belt. As he stood, he looked up into the huge hole that
plagued the ceiling. The sun beamed down upon them, which protected them from
survey drones.

"We have to get moving. The second squad should be at the rally point by now. We have
to meet them before the agents discover our exact location." replied Anjel.
Soul, along with Demohn, sat far back away from the others as possible. They sat opposite
of each other. Soul couldn't resist watching Cross from afar.
Cross was the newest member to join. Even compared to Demohn, Cross was the most
mysterious. No one knew his real name, nor history.
Often times, Cross would sit even more quietly than Demohn.
Soul turned her eyes at Demohn who was staring out the window. They didn't conversate much,
but they travelled with one another long enough to be called companions.

"What do you think about the new guy?" Soul asked.

Demohn turned his head slightly over at Soul and replied..."I don't think about him."

"You never wondered who he really was? his fighting technique? nothing?" Soul replied.

"No." Demohn said abruptly.

Soul shrugged and watched Cross again. Anjel and Spirit motioned toward Cross. Spirit,
who stood behind Anjel, turned and waved for Soul and Demohn to join them.
After patting Demohn on his knee, Soul and Demohn walked toward the others.

Anjel stepped infront of Cross who sat alone infront of a well intact bookshelf.

[Nanashi]

Do you ever receive requests for writing stories? It seems to be a focus of yours that you are developing wonderfully. I can't believe you are working on another series

[Spirit_Master_X]

Thanks Nanashi. I never recieve requests, but then again i never put in an app to write for a project. I would love to tho. The types of games I wanna come up with are difficult to develop, because i require unique resources: Maps, character design, etc. The only way really to show my vision is if I work for a professional company. I'm sure I can do it with RPG Maker, but then its extremely hard to gather team members for each category.

I had this one scene idea where Cross is alone inside an abandoned dark cathedral, and while the entire perimeter of the church is surrounded by a legion of O.M.Ni agents, tanks, air support, Cross is playing the song War Pigs by Black Sabbath on guitar feeling all types of emotion while doing it. The song he plays in the church symbolizes that the end was now, to the point where Cross knew there was nothing that could be done. He was the last human on the entire planet, and the last remaining member of the revolutionary group. Can't really achieve that with rpg maker

This post has been edited by Spirit_Master_X: Jul 30 2011, 03:03 PM

[Nanashi]

I understand where your coming from. I haven't wanted to make a game with VX, but I know it will not be how I envision it. Still, I think it is possible, even your game, only it will not be as cinematic in appearance. If you ever need a concept artist or character designer, I'd be glad to help~

Keep the story(s) going!