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BiTS
The first installment of the BiTs collection of short stories is here. Enjoy!
BiTS was written by Ardant when he was bored one day. Don't copy it. More issues will come... when he gets bored again. ;)
BiTS: void main(int argc, char *argv[]);
The smell of freshly killed gazelles in the morning was pleasant to the hunger filled Bugblatter Beast of Traal. After feast on the rather large, plump beats, he looked for more meat to satisfy his primeval urge. The beast, best known for its speed, agility, power, and lack of knowledge, roamed the hills of Sercheyon killing whatever stood in its way.
In the distance, cresting a small hill was the form of an upright being. The ravenous beast knew of the mystical powers of these beings, but such a warning did not register in his protein craving brain.
He stealthily approached his new victim. He reached the base of the hill and ever so slowly ascended the hill, his goal a rather large second lunch.
The strange upright being turned.
It raised its weapon, a crude battle axe of some sort high into the air and
kill beast
kill beast
lag
NO CARRIER
The time was...
August 8th: 6:42 AM
RING
RING
"Hello?"
Arthur wished he'd remember to use *70 more often. Not amused at being interrupted during his beast-slaying sessions.
"Hey, Ar. Did I wake you?"
"No, not at all."
Arthur was not lying. In fact he had awaken about two hours prior to beat the crowds. The hills of Sercheyon were always busy. He had been glued to his chair for the last hour, hunting beasts.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"No, not at all."
The slaughter of a beast, 4300 experience points, and enough food for the next two weeks.
Arthur looked down at his breakfast. It was neglected, cold by now, and still as unappetizing as it was the minute he took it out of the fridge and put it into the microwave.
Microwave.
"So, are you going to sit at the computer all day like that? Or do you want to do something?"
"I don't know."
He really didn't know. He also didn't know where that pungent smell was coming from. He took a quick whiff at his breakfast and determined, to his surprise, that is was NOT his food.
Smell.
He was really confused now. He took another sip of his coffee, and returned his mug to his cup holder.
"Well... I really want to check out that new store that's opening on Main street..."
With a rather large crunch noise, his CD-ROM drive tray fell to the ground, spilling coffee all over his light grey carpet.
CD-ROM.
"I really heard that their shoes are cheap. And after that I want to go eat at that new restaurant..."
Nobody was listening. Because by this time Arthur was running down the stairs, headed for his kitchen.
6:46 AM
Arthur slid into his kitchen and immediately headed for the microwave. Throwing open the door, he discovered a sizzling, sparking, gelatenous glob of plastic.
He wiped it up with a damp cloth, and manage to get most of the arid smoke out by opening a few windows. He also mentally noted that ten minutes was slightly too long. After a few seconds of deliberation, he set the timer on the microwave to eight minutes, and popped another AOL cd in.
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