Scott DewGhost Roads (contest)(please read story!) Minecraft Skin

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Scott "DewGhost" Roads- The mastermind who single-handedly destroyed Zynk Empires from within their own server

Our story begins in the year 2021, when the American Government has collapsed and the country has since been run by monopolies. Each company has marked its own territory by the brute force of technologically enhanced men who fight the grunts of other companies for land and power. Either you were smart, and you would become a developer for your territory's respective business, you were naturally strong, in which case you would be enhanced and sent to battle, or you were neither, and you would be forced into a ghetto to do hard physical labor, you were exiled, or you were simply exterminated. The companies didn't really have enough time to organize coerced transportation, so the last option was selected more often than not. This uncertainty, this... fear for your family, your friends, yourself- this fear is what drove many to stand up against the oppression. More often than not, however, these stragglers were dealt with swiftly and without hesitation, and society moved on unaffected.

At Ilisus, the territory of Zynk Empires, a war raged on not physically, but virtually. HUndreds of hidden hackers constantly bombarded Zynk servers with specially-coded viruses that grew more and more intelligent as the days went on. Yet the programmers at Zynk were always one step ahead of the hackers. No matter how well adapted the viruses were, the antiviruses were always slightly more capable.

In the ghettos of Ilisus lived the Roads family, which consisted of a father, a mother, and twin boys named Scott and Jason. Everyone called Scott "Dew" because of his blue-dyed hair, and everyone besides Dew called Jason "Fender Bender" (often shortened to Fenben) because he was hit by a car as a young child and was crippled for life. Dew hated when people called Jason these names.

It was a week after their 15th birthday, and they were to be judged and placed in the smart, strong, or "neither" groups. Dew was expected to make it into the "smart" group and be shipped out of the ghetto. Jason was extremely intelligent, definitely more so than Dew, yet the intolerance of Zynk Empires would cause his intellect to be overlooked so that all the judges would see would be his wheelchair, a clear sign of weakness both intellectually and physically in their eyes. The Roads family had only hope for Jason.

"The ones being judged may now enter," said a man at the lobby's door. Dew helped Jason roll on through. Ten or so other fifteen year-olds were lined up horizontally on a dimly-lit stage. The judges stood behind a wall to conceal their identities. "We will now assign the groups for each of you," said a judge. "John Alexson, please step forward."

After about a minute of assignments, it came to be Dew and Jason's turns. "Scott and Jason Roads, please step forward," announced the judge. "Scott, you have been assigned to a job as a computer programmer in the Department of Agriculture. Jason, you will need to stay behind with us after the rest have been announced."

The whole world seemed to stand still for a second as Dew heard those very words. He was barely thinking as he reached into his back pocket. This was it. Jason was going to be killed. And Dew refused to accept this. "YOU BASTARDS! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL!"

His hand clenched around the Shock Knife in his pocket and he dashed forward, aiming towards the wall with the intention of jumping over it and violently killing every single judge behind it. "DEW! NO! DON'T DO IT!" he heard Jason screech behind him. Dew hesitated in his charge. "Sedate him, please," a judge said calmly from behind his wall as if this happened every day of his life. The needle entered Dew's neck, and he passed out.

When he came to, he knew one thing and only one thing- that he would never see Jason again.

5 Years later, Dew was walking home from his job at Zynk Farming Management. He knew the path well; he had traversed it ever since he was a young boy returning from his friend's house. As he approached his apartment complex, he felt the barrel of a shotgun digging into his back. "Give me your wallet or I'll blast your fucking colon out."

Dew knew better than to submit to the thug's demands. His parents had enrolled him in various Martial Art classes since he was 8. "How about no?" Dew retorted. He reached behind him and skillfully clenched the barrel, twisting it so that the thug had no choice but to release his grip. The shotgun was now pointing in the other direction. "Now what were you saying, bitch?"

"I told you to give me your wallet," said the thug as he drew another gun out from his belt. With both of his hands occupied, Dew was screwed. A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead. While he could have just fired the shotgun, the thug had gone close enough to Dew that the recoil from the gun would probably kill him too. On top of that, some other members of the gang (presumably the one that the man in front of him belonged to) began to creep out from the shadows. There were two options- give up his wallet, and be forced to start his life over again (at this time, people's lives practically depended on the information stored in the wallet) or try to escape and have the highest possibility of being killed.

Suddenly, Dew heard several gunshots. He ducked behind a column, hoping that he hadn't already fallen victim to the gang's treachery. What was going on behind the barrier? Dew was too afraid to look. When the gunshots stopped a little while later, he decided to take a peek. Everywhere he looked, he saw bodies collapsed on the street. At the center of the chaos was a single man, wielding two pistols. He glanced over at Dew, and smiled. "You can come out now."

"What the hell is this?" Dew demanded.

I'm tired, so I'll do more later.