"Are you the new players?" A girl asked mildly. She had a gray thing floating on top of her with Windsoul written on top in italic. I blinked. New players?
"New players?" I asked cautiously.
"Um, yes. What level are you on? Got any gear I could trade? If you have a bewitched Iron Sword, I'll trade you my goblin shoes." She stated, and suddenly a bunch of squares opened in front of her. She clicked on it, and suddenly, a pair of metal shoes with the tips probably made of gold appeared on her shoes.
"What's your name?"
"Can't you read, dumbass? I'm Windsoul. Call me Soul." She shrugged.
"Windsouls's not a name." I rolled my eyes. She grit her teeth. "It is in video games." Soul retorted.
"Yeah, well, we're not in a video game.. right Louis?" Liam looked across from me.
"Ummmm.. yes."
Soul scoffed. "Idiots. You're in Ironkill. The game of the season. You're the players. The rules are simple. Kill, make items, survive. When you die, you die. That's it. No humans here. Just us. Video game characters. You'll be in Ironkill forever, weather you like it or not."
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FanfictionOne Direction are known far and wide as a boy band; a pop sensation. Girls wait for hours in lines to say "hi." That's why I.R.O.N.S want to try them out for a video game. I.R.O.N.S are the leaders of a game called Ironkill. You basically fight mons...
