The Adventures of A New Englander And A Baphomet! ch. 0
Just to be clear this is not a self insertion fic: Steven Lasko is a fictional character created by me.
i don't own MGU but i decided to use it as a springboard for the begining of the story.
I do apologize for using Clancrushers name as it was intended as a joke but community members may misinterpret it as a hate message.
Changes have been made and i intend to redo the whole first chapter and think about what i intend to portray it.
Introduction:
Steven Lasko led a normal everyday life of a college student, attending classes, completing homework, and doing final projects at the last minute.
Stevens interests vary from first persons shooters, to writing, to surfing the web, he is a tech head and a code monkey. Steven is not very popular with the
women, as he is a rather large fellow and he mostly keeps to himself. Steven spends most of his time alone in his apartment, playing online video games and posting in Role play forums, to further his depression and social awkwardness. He is in a downward spiral furthering himself away from the rest of society, for fear of rejection and humiliation. Steven makes sure that he spends his time alone, taking part in online role play threads sometimes several at once. Then one day his chance to enter the greatest and most challenging game was ignored; left with only a message telling him to improve, Steven makes a stand and posts inside of an ongoing game thread. His challenge goes unnoticed it seemed as he furiously messaged the user stating "How can you ever hope to improve If you cannot find a challenge in your players?". Little did he know that the challenge was just beginning.
Among the thousands of users of the website a few remain special; set aside from the normal population of men, Some are not human at all. In fact they are the very women that many of the humans wish to meet, lying in wait, observing humankind, waiting for the time they could enter this forbidden realm. One such woman takes an interest in being a game master; designing and managing challenging role playing games in which the humans test their skill in a battle of survival. Her job is simple: to determine how humans would react to a sudden introduction of her kind through the use of online role playing games, were she tests the skills of players in online fantasy. One night the woman receives a stunning post from an aspiring role player demanding acceptance into her games, she decides to meet this man in the flesh to prove that co-existence is possible.
Elmy's experiment can finally begin.
This is a tale of a man who meets a girl, through the most unlikely of circumstances, the man finds himself conflicted by his morals and his desires. The girl between love of a man and leadership of her people, and both caught up in the invasion that will change mankind forever....
This is the tale of A New Englander and A Baphomet.
CHapter 1:
The cold New England wind blows briskly across the tarred parking lot, trailing wisps of snow in their wake. A vehicle pulls into the lot, a 2012 navy blue Chevrolet avalanche rumbles across the tar mat and comes to a stop in the first row of handicapped parking spots. The engine stalls as it user removes the keys from the ignition and opens the driver door and stepping out. The man is 5’ 10” with broad shoulders and wide semi-muscular arms; he wears a pea coat that drapes over his knees and classic blue jeans. The man wears a rather irritated look on his face as he opens the rear driver door grabbing a blue and white Swiss army laptop bag; hooking the strap over his left shoulder he shuts both doors before locking the Truck with his wireless key ring. The man walks in the direction of the college having walked this course several times it hardly required any attention as the man focuses on his thoughts. Upon reaching the rear entrance he stops at the door and addresses the locking mechanism. It was a basic keypad that had the first ten digits of the number system arranged as if they were keys on a telephone, he had learned its secret code by peeking over the shoulder of the maintenance crew so many years ago. Inputting the correct code the lock barely has time to give a click and a mechanical beep before the man jams open the door. Particles of snow and winds enter the college as the man steps inside, melting almost instantly from the drastic change in temperature.
“Why is it always baking hot in here?” The man says out loud as he walks down the hallway taking the first left and stopping at the first door, peeking inside the window before entering the room. The computer lab was darkly lit save for a few lights on the server rack on the back wall, the schools main source of internet access seemed almost asleep.
‘The damn thing barely gets any rest during the day with all the users streaming YouTube.’ The man thought to himself as he walked to a nearby desk. He set his computer bag on the desk and unbuttons his coat, to reveal his green and black striped button up shirt that covers his small pot belly and love handles. Steven had been fat his whole life from the time he was in middle school to his days in college, that jiggling belly fat had accompanied him through the tough times of high school to the stressful days of college. Steven sat at the desk and unzipped his laptop carrier, pulling out a charge cable and his laptop he twisted in his chair to plug into a power adapter. Steven sighed as he booted windows remembering the death of the great Steve Jobs, he gave a brief salute to the man who contributed so much to the internet.
As the logon screen lit up the display Steven swipes his finger on the laptops fingerprint reader, grunting in frustration when it failed identify his finger he bypasses it and enters his password. The laptop awakens from sleep mode revealing the desktop background of a scantily clad scorpion girl, Steven chuckles at this and reopens his internet browser. The browser displays a website with a tan background and three portraits of various monster girls, half human half monster women with insatiable need to feed off men’s semen. Scrolling up he hovered his mouse over the ‘view your posts’ link and clicked waiting for the page to refresh.
Upon seeing the screen refreshed Steven noticed that that the latest post was nearly a day old, odd seeing as how he had posted a character sheet this morning in one of the out of character threads. Steven clicked the thread labeled ‘Role play discussion thread’ and furrows his eyebrows at the screen.
‘I swear I posted my character sheet this morning what happened to it?’ Steven pondered as he refreshed the page just to be sure, this time he noticed a bouncing mailbox icon at the top of his screen indicating he had received a new message. After clicking on the icon Steven's eyes nearly pop out of his head as he reads and then re-reads the message.
Dear Shadowmann2330,
I am writing to you today to inform you that I have chosen not to accept your submitted character. I realize that you are currently enrolled in several other RP threads already, the last thing that I need to deal with is a player who rushes his responses because he bites off more than he can chew. I suggest you re-apply at a later time when you realize your current situation, and smarten up.
Sincerely NOT yours,
SureJenkins~
“Really? I put four hours into making a character sheet and a description just ot be told that I cant join for some retarded reason?” Steven asked aloud throwing his hands in the air before stopping to think.
Eventually he sets his hands over the keyboard and begins to write a response the keys making short quick clicks as he types away. Eventually Stevens pace begins to quicken as his emotions start to cloud his mind and his judgment. Steven runs the message through the basic spellchecker before sending it on its way.
“Try that on for size you motherfu-” Steven barks at his screen breaking off as several people filed into the computer lab each carrying their own backpacks and laptop carriers. Eventually the professor files into the room placing his materials along the whiteboard and begins to write up the weekly test on the whiteboard.
“ Hey guys whats going on with you all?” Steven asks shutting his screen as the class begins.
Meanwhile.....
The tan background of the illustrious monster girl website shines in the dark illuminating a small shadow just barely obscuring the bottom half of the screen.
“Dear SureJenkins, I am writing to you today t inquire about your recent response to my character submission for your Roleplaying thread. As much as I hate to say this I am rather annoyed that you are willing to deny me based upon the number of RP's I currently am enrolled, on what basis can you deny me? Did you even read my submission? I have no others to run to as I cannot complain to anyone higher than you since you ARE the RP moderator.” a pitched voice read aloud in the darkness its tone flat and dull.
“Well looks like someone is being a little bitchy, I'm trying to help you fool not hurt you!” the voice commented before continuing on.
“ In addition You are certainly doing none of the Mamano any favors by denying me access, after all its not like they actually exist as much as id like them to anyway. I really do hope that we can meet someday so that I can teach you some manners when it comes to online interactions.”the voice said becoming more interested in the response.
“Best regards Shadowmann2330.......... Oh how I do love a challenge.” the voice said maliciously before the shadow moves away from the monitor before a doorway opens to reveal the short stature figure.
The girl is small standing about 3 feet four inches from her small black dress shoes to the tips of her light brown hair, her dark purple irises glow with an unearthly light as she yells down the passageway.
“Alice!, get your scaly butt in here! And bring me the ingredients for a divination spell!” The Baphomet shouts causing a silver haired Lamia to come bolting out of a nearby doorway.
The lamia returns with various items ranging from small fluffy feathers to a large ornate vase seemingly held together by purple goo which shimmers and sparkles in the light.
'Oh how I very much love a challenge Worry not my guinea pig, the experiment will begin very soon...' the Baphomet thought as she followed the Lamia inside the dark room...
