Supreme Core Guild

1. War Glove

He put the gun to the man's head and pulled the trigger, he was on his knees when the bullet went his eyes sealed shut by death's curtain his body falling to the ground.

It was early morning the sun out and the Game was on, War Glove, the war glove show took over every screen in modern life and the words began. "We are the Supreme Core Guild. We are the whole of the Hub from planet A to planet Z."

The world was silent watching the man, he was strong, young as a prince and more handsome than a magazine male model. He smiled, cameras flashing on him. "I am the Supreme OverLord, your new ruler."

The people gasped and expressed every emotion, their minds thrown for a loop. "Those that I elect who will pledge to me will rule below all others will be slaves, and crime will stay to zero."

His soldiers stepped forward their armor black and red, aimed their weapons at the camera then put them to their chest and saluted.

"Wage war now or lose and be conquered." The Hub waited for the response and the screens were blank they had one day to declare war as the world before the time went out.

It was mid day people were eating and drinking wondering if the would-be master was gay or straight and if his army was real enough to fear.

The war glove got their first response, a young man blue eyed with blond hair handsome and slender stood before the world a gun on hand. "What's up my bitches I'm the new crime boss and I am going to war with everyone even the Supreme Core Guild."

His own soldiers bowed to him on their knees their eyes and heads down. "I will make all but crime slaves and all will be crimes against. Blessings to evil and praise the weo I am your Crime OverLord."

It was over and the people became truly fearful this time, half an hour past and finally the War Glove was back on. A man came on the screen in a suit black. "We are the United Core Guild and we accept your challenges by the law of war."

Soldiers green stood statues behind the man guns in hands. "We are going to pick a hub overlord among the younger adults and make them the best and we are going to be one hub and war will end."

Everyone cheered and celebrated and the wheels of war began to roll. He was eighteen he had played VR games since he reached adulthood and had learned all kinds of things mostly game related but somewhat based on true.

He had watched the whole thing and decided to join the war. The War Glove was a Perfect real warfare V.R. game. Where nations play by rules to win.

Rule one lives are bought, rule two, what happens in the game becomes the law, rule three no attempt to challenge the game, rule four no cheating the game. He volunteered and not too long after got his gaming bed.

He got in and went online, he found himself in the other world and exact replica of the real world. Designed to make sure war was real.

After a few months of training he was ready for real war V.R.
The war grace was over the bell sounded and the soldiers matched.

He had been tested to be overlord and won a place, he trained in every craft and could use and weapon he was trained in cqc with knife and hands. He was trained in recon and field soldier and mastered command.

He was ready for war, his first drop was at field Hell, war on a planet to have the highest points. The planet was home to a holy mountain that gave you an ever blessing.

His feet hit dirt and he looked around wind was kicking up dust and it spiced his goggles. Every one in every side had took ground now the race to the mountain started.

He was there soon enough and went to the front line trenches where dug and everything was ready for war. To claim the mountain you had to rack up the kill score.

They bombs fell and army's invaded and protected he was in the defence hidden behind cover of shield walls high and low. The firing started he picked out and let off shots taking down opponents and getting back behind cover.

People shot and died around him, and the enemies got close and fell endless. He reloaded and shot rapid then crawled to none fire wall to the rear. His kill count high he waited to be relived.

Soldiers replaced shield walls and went back to work the enemy shouting propaganda threw radio. His mind raced he was tired, never told to stop he went back at it firing another man replacing all his gear as he hide.

Soldiers fought long and hard for hours blood and bodies every where people screaming from battle wounds mapped the ground. The people tramped over each other trying to survive the onslaught.

Medics patched and moved people while others rolled people into the trench everywhere there was the smell of old dead bodies. smoke from burning men set a flame by flame throwers, incendiary rounds and fire grenade.

The enemy rolled in a black cloud over the ground of poison gas, body parts lay any where making the dirt a human trash land. He was given a mask. A man ran up to him. Boss take them and run to the line. They must have cleared the body mark, he could even see their forces shrink.

He got up and ran they pushed the shield wall foot by foot until they reached the half way point a rocket came by him and blow up the left behind him. Man rush and every one was killing he fired at them holding the line people fell behind him running forward and shooting, he looked around, his group replaced and waiting to pass the line.