(Remake) World Jumpers: Thus The World Jumpers Fought There

Prologue

< Summary >

- Picks up after the epilogue of Rising of the Glitch Heroes. GM has brought in some new players to join the adventure and things begin with a crazy start.

< Start >

We start off in a snowy backyard of a suburban home in Leeds, England. A blonde haired boy around his late teenage years. He sat down on a bench and held a teacup in his hand.

He was wearing an army jacket over a plain black t-shirt, denim jeans, and black boots. His turquoise eyes follow a snowflake falling from the sky to join the ones on the ground.

He then perks up and looks around as he hears the creak of a door from within his home. He sets down the cup on the table beside the bench before standing up. He moves his hand behind him, grabbing the gun that was holstered behind him — against the waistband of his pants.

He reaches out for the doorknob and gently turns it, opening the door slowly. He slowly walks it, gun at the ready. Once he was inside, the door slams shut and the English boy turns around and points his gun at the stranger who closed it.

"Well now, is that anyway to greet a stranger?" a boy with dark blue hair, light blue eyes, and fairly pale skin asked.

"Yeah, if said stranger broke into my house." the blonde said, not lowering his guard nor his gun from the stranger in his house.

The blue haired boy raised his hand in surrender. "Fair enough."

"So who are you?" the blonde asked.

"Game Master, but you can just call me GM." the blue haired stranger said.

"Your real name." the blonde requested with sternness in his voice.

"Confidential." GM answered. "You see, I'm a soldier just like you. Well, you're not really a soldier, are you?"

"So you have something to blackmail me with, is that it?" the blonde asked, brow raised, finger on the trigger.

"Oh no, no, no. Nothing of the sort." GM assured. "You see, I'm forming a team and I want you to be in it."

"Not interested mate. So just leave before I pop your noggin'." the blonde said, gesturing to the door with his gun.

"Well now, you pop my head and then what? Alert the entire neighborhood? Get the cops on you? That's your plan?" the blue haired boy asked with a raised brow.

"My gun is licensed. Besides, why would I shoot unless someone broke into my house, right?" the blonde argued with a smirk before turning serious. "Now leave."

"Fine, fine. I'll leave." GM said, turning around to leave. "But not empty handed."

As soon as he opened the door, he then kicked the gun out of the blonde's hand. The blonde grunted at the pain from his hand but bore through it and tried to tackle the blue haired individual, who suddenly disappeared from his sight.

The blonde then looks around and finds no trace of GM. He scrambles to get his gun and is still on his guard in case GM came back. When he didn't, the blonde kept his gun away and returned outside to continue his tea. But instead of drinking, he eyed the cup suspiciously and threw the contents of it away in case it was laced with anything.

The blonde then walks inside but as soon as he opens the door, a puff of smoke explodes in his face and knocks him out. His blurry vision could make out the figure of GM standing over him, wiping his hands clean of what seems to be some form of chloroform powder.