And now, a story based on the Escape CCG card game! I love card games, and I absolutely love making them (Unless it was in the case of the SP TCG. That got way out of hand and I couldn't keep up at all, and the pre-established rules were definitely not working.). So I decided to make a CCG for the ESCAPE board, and I'm posting the story over here because, hey, no one's on Escape anymore. So, I hope you enjoy this story about children's card games as much as you may enjoy the CCG once it comes out.
And yes, I will take SP characters and stuff for the ESCAPE CCG as well (With permission, of course.). Meaning that you may even see people from SP and ESCAPE in the story as well, along with their tech and magic abilities and whatnot.
ESCAPE CCG QUIZ!
Prize for answering correctly = Cameo in the next post! First to post it gets the cameo!
What are the two basic things you need to play Escape CCG? Copy/paste is acceptable!
Give this topic at Escape a very good look and post once you think you got the answer!
http://s4.zetaboards.com/Escape/single/?p=8097155&t=8483731
It is the year 2011, the world's most popular game is a card game known as ESCAPE. This card game currently ranks number one in all sales in every age group in all regions of the world. For many, this game has become a favorite activity, a past-time to be whenever they grow up and nostalgia about, or for those that feel young again playing such a game. For others, the game is a way of life, their entire careers built on playing this game professionally. No matter the person, there is something in this card game known as ESCAPE that appeals to everyone, of all interests no matter how far out they may be or how mundane.
And, for one person, it's a waste of time.
The bell chimed its usual chime, the mobs of student immediately exiting their desks and rushing out the door.
"The report is due on next Monday class! I will not accept any late entries!" Katsu's Home room teacher called out to his students before they almost completely vanished from his sight. But the effort was made in vain, as all that heard it listened to nothing else but what sounded like mindless chatter.
For Katsu, a sophomore high school student who was much shorter than the average person his age with black, messy hair and eyes that seemed to dare to rebel against everything he saw, this was the same for him.
The trip from the school to get back home passed as little else than a blur. The short Katsu stormed into his house once he was dropped off, the sofa in the living room being his intended destination. The teen flopped onto it, quite literally purposefully falling on it.
Then, silence. Katsu's parents never really were home all the time, if at all. The busy schedules of today's working society had literally gotten to such extremes that not even every child can grow up normally like their parents before them. But what was even more vexing about this was that it was Katsu's birthday. His birthday, of all days, should have been a time where they were all home at the same time, at least.
But his luck wasn't that good. It was never that good. And so, the afternoon for many days of Katsu's life ended up exactly like this, lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with little to nothing to do.
"The mail's here?" Katsu muttered to himself, taking note of the usual sight outside the window in the living room. One could see the person placing mail in the mailbox.
... And then he double checks to make sure that the mail went into the right mailbox. He's the precise kinda guy. Katsu noted, seeing this same scene many times before. It was nice to see someone at the very least take their work seriously. And like every other time, he would get up and to go get it. Katsu slowly walked out of the front door, and walked up to the mailbox.
There was one, small package. "To, Katsu. From, your grandfather" was written in large lettering on the side. "... Forgot to write 'happy birthday,' but okay. Thanks." He muttered to himself, opening it on the spot before going back inside.
Inside the package, he found a deck of cards, with the word "ESCAPE" printed on the backs of all of them in large lettering, with a bright, holographic green design behind it. "... It's that card game everyone likes. I guess they finally ran out of things to get me." Katsu muttered, fully knowing that even he wouldn't have known what he wanted for this birthday. The fact he got anything at all was a miracle, and he knew it. He would have to tell his grandfather 'thank you' next time he saw him.
But other than that, he just pocketed the cards. Unlike all the other people he saw, he didn't play the game. Katsu turned and walked inside the house, making sure to close the door behind him, and then intentionally fell on the sofa again. Then, he would sleep. A lot of days were like this, as the child would just sleep until his parents came home.
Next day. Doorbell rings. Katsu awoke in a flash, completely unaware how long he had slept.
.. Did my parents come home at all last night? The thought passed by him, as he stood and groggily walked towards the front door and opened it.
His questions would be answered. Standing in the doorway was a police man, holding his hat down toward his stomach and... looking sad.
"You're Katsu Mikane?" The Policeman asked, but one could tell he had worse things to say. Simple police protocol seemed to bother him.
"Y.. yes. What did I do?" Katsu automatically assumed he did something. He used to be quite rebellious back before high school, and got in trouble for a lot of things. He thought they finally found something they could pin against him. But, he was off the mark. Way off.
"Your mother and father. They... They died in a vehicular accident. They were drunk, and they spun off the road into a river. I'm deeply sorry for your loss."
Katsu stood there. Speechless. He couldn't say anything. There was nothing to say.
"They left a will with the jury office. All of their savings are yours, as well as this house. I apologize if this doesn't alleviate the pain you feel."
Katsu continued to stand there, his eyes widened by his shock. "This... this isn't some kind of joke... is it?"
"I'm afraid not."
Silence. There was nothing Katsu could think to say. There was absolutely nothing.
"There's a homeless shelter about a mile from here. I can take you there until you can pay for your own housing."
"S-sure... let me.. get my things..." Katsu had said without thinking. The policeman looked at him oddly, but remembered that people handle grief in different ways.
"You don't have to come now. I'll have someone come tomorrow."
Katsu nodded, slowly, and closed the door. He faced his living room.
And fell on his knees. Tears poured out of his eyes, starting to bawl and scream. The loss had hit him.
He was alone in this world.
Four years later...
"I pay three Ether to call in Axal, the sky Warrior!" Katsu shouted out, taking a card in hand and firmly placing it on a panel of sorts that was right in front of him. Around him, crowds were wild, the dim lighting of the entire stadium's audience in comparison to the brightly lit arena in the middle of it all was drastic, as looking up towards the lightbulbs above would be enough to blind a person. But as he laid the card on the panel, in the middle of the stadium, one would see a lifelike hologram begin to come together, to emerge a figure of a robed man with wind flowing through his robes, wielding a dagger in his hand with floating stars circling around him.
"Hold up! I play the flash ability from my hand with 5 Ether, Rejected entry! Your calling of Axal is negated!" The opponent placed the card on his panel, as a red sign hologram appeared out of nowhere, knocking Axal down on his back, disappearing to nothingness.
"Now, Rebirth! By negating my call, you've fulfilled a requirement to summon a rebirth card from my rebirth deck! Come forth, Cloak, Blade mode!" Katsu shouted in response, digging through his rebirth deck to find his mentioned card, and placed it on the panel in front of him. As he did so, a black cloaked figure of sorts appeared on the field... and in a second, it revealed hundreds of blades protruding from its underside, shining in the light from the arena. And in its hood, a single, red glowing light had appeared.
"Wow! What an amazing comeback! Katsu Mikane turned the tide of the oncoming attack phase with a rebirth card! Mr. Takahamaru's Orb of Fate is wide open!" An enthusiastic announcer shouted into the microphone, as the lights of the entire arena switched from an illuminating yellow to a very violate red color.
This was the attack phase.
"Attack phase! You have no characters on your field, Takahamaru. Cloak, attack the Orb of Fate directly!" Katsu ordered, as Cloak's blades from his underside began to float all around him, glowing orange. Then, immediately, the red light in Cloak's hood glowed much brighter, as all the blades then stabbed the opponent's Orb of fate; a blank orb with a support one would associate with globes.
Takahamaru stood there, speechless. He had lost.
"Aaaaaaaaand our winner is Katsu with an amazing comeback! Let's offer our winner a congratulations!" The announcer screamed into the mic, flabbergasted at the end result of the battle, and-
BEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP
The alarm clock went off. It was just a dream. Katsu awoke lazily from the sofa, pounding the table beside it with his fist in hopes that he would hit the snooze button quick enough. He did, as it's incessant beeping ceased. He sat up, and glanced about the living room.
This wasn't the homeless shelter he lived in most of his high school life. This was his grandfather's house. Actually, it was an apartment. The rent was just right for Katsu, and the landlord gave him a discount on everything just because she thought he was a nice kid. Even though he was still as short as he was when he was a sophomore.
"... I guess it's time to get to work."
