1 Chapter 0: I get into debt

Introduction

Some people might call me something like "hillbilly" or "red neck" if they were to meet me IRL because of the stuff I enjoy like hunting, fishing, and raising my pet chicken Charlie; but don't judge me based on that because if you met me in FFO (Firearm Fight Online) you'd be begging me for mercy, but I wasn't always the #1 player in FFO and here's the story of how I went from newbie to pro.

FFO start

I woke up at 5:00 in the morning to feed my pet chicken, Charlie and clean his little red coop; well not exactly a coop but a red dog house where he sleeps and occasionally drops a few turds.

I made breakfast for me and my dad then woke him up at 6:30 so he could go feed the dang cow Bessie (she hates like she tries to charge me any time I get near her); but before he did that he brought me a box with the words "Circle Dive" and a picture of helmet on it, and card that said "Firearm Fight Online" on it with a code.

"What's this for," I ask.

"Happy Birthday Gus," dad says, with a big smile on his face before locking me in a "bear hug".

Wait it's my birthday I think back to the calendar I checked this morning it said January 5th and then it hit me I didn't even realize it was my own birthday.

"Thanks for the bike helmet and card dad I love you, but I don't have a bike."

"It's not a bike helmet it's one of those Virtual Reality Headset thingies and the card has a digital code for the most popular game on this here system."

"Oh that makes more sense now but I'm not really a Gamer dad."

"I know but the game is an MMO which means you can play with other real people and make some friends."

"But I have a friend."

"Who?"

"Charlie."

"Son, I mean human friends."

"Okay," I shrug.

"Now go make some friends," dad said to encourage me as I plug in the Circle Dive and put in the code on mini touchscreen on top of the helmet.

"Game start!" With those words I was in black void with a keyboard in front of me and the words enter username floating in the blackness. I enter the name my dad used call me when I was little PISS_POT.

"Welcome PISS_POT, please select your weapons; choose: 2 hand guns, 1 shotgun or 1 rifle, and 1 sniper rifle or machine gun," I chose the same hand gun twice it's accuracy was not that good but the damage it dealt with one bullet from it was higher than any of the machine guns, an automatic assault rifle with high accuracy but low damage per bullet, and Last but not least a sniper rifle with ultimate accuracy and high damage per bullet.

"PISS_POT please choose your gender and clothing." I choose male because I'm a man and a fare quality bulletproof vest with high defense and a black trench coat with high stealth but pour defense.

"PISS_POT welcome to FIREARM FIGHT ONLINE." With that I was transported to a city cascading with bright neon lights.

Vrrrrrrrooooommmm

I turn to see a car clad in armor and guns hurtling toward me at astonishing speed.

"Yo dude watch out!!!" A girl dressed in a dark green bulletproof jacket and dark gray leggings with shin and knee guards, her face framed with messy turquoise hair that flowed in the wind as she rushed toward me.

Fwoosh

The girl picked me up and ran to the other side of the street faster than the speed of sound.

"I would have just got a game over and restarted so why did you do that?" I ask, a bit confused by why a total stranger would go through such an inconvenience.

"No, if you got hit you would be injured not dead that car can only kill people wearing medium defense armor or weaker and it would hurt like a bitch, and my name is Far_Gone and you are…PISS_POT, hahahahahahahah."

"How do you know my name?"

"You have your player information set to open that's like your level and username."

"Oh, how do I turn that off? And nice to meet you by the way Ms. Far_Gone."

"Nice to meet you too, just open the menu, go to settings, select player information, and flip the off switch, and you can drop the Miss, I'm 17."

"Okay but how do I open the menu?"

"Damn, you're hopeless, swipe the air with you left hand horizontally."

"Okay, thank you," I say, before starting to walk away.

"Wait!!! not so fast, I saved you so you're in debt to me."

"What?" I say with my jaw to the floor.

"The only way to pay me back is to join my team for the All Time Greatest Bullet tournament."

"Dad raised me to always pay back my debts and be honest so I'll join your team for that tournament and I'll do you one better I'll be your friend too."

"Wow, you're too precious for this world. I'll make sure no one takes advantage of that for you my new friend."

To be continued in Chapter 1: "A Dead Man's Tale" the Guild of Misfits and Newbies