If there is one thing we do here at the Umai Yomu Anime Blog, it’s tag posts.
We just can’t get enough of them.
Needless to say I was pleased to find out that I had been tagged for the Create a Story tag once again, this time by Aria. Excellent. This allows me the opportunity to take the lessons learned from my previous story and apply them here. It also gives me the chance to continue my story, should I choose to do so.
Here are the rules:
- You pick your first word, your setting, and your story genre from the list below. As individuals, your brand of creativity is unique to yours, so we want to highlight that by letting you choose from a bunch of words and creating something beautiful out of it.
- The short story will have a limit of 1000 words. You do not need to write a story with 1000 words exactly. It could be 300, or 500 as long as it doesn’t surpass a thousand.
- YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS TO ANSWER THE TAG.
- You must tag three people to participate.
- Don’t forget to link back to Keiko so she can collect all the stories. You can’t just link back to her WordPress, since she won’t be alerted of the pingback. You need to link back to a post or a page, because WordPress works like this.
- Use the Create-A-Story picture in the post.
- Copy and paste the rules in your tag post as well, so others can be clued in to the Create-A-Story rules.
This time around I’ve decided to change things up a bit. Just a little bit though.
This story will use: Station + Street + Comedy.
It is also an indirect sequel to the last story, so if you haven’t already you should read that first!
Here we go:
Survival Of The Fittest – (Chuuni) Life On The Streets
June 11, 2020. I’d just won the jackpot at the local bingo parlor.
Sixty big ones right in my pocket.
They tried to get my picture, for the local paper they said. I knew better. The Agency was after me, and I had to get out while I still could. I had trained myself to use my cellphone while it was concealed in my pocket – a life skill that came in handy. Moving my hand to the pocket of my replica Kirito overcoat, I set my phone to play the Date A Live opening at full volume. Crouching down, I slid my phone across the floor and made my escape during the confusion.
Dashing into an alleyway across the street, I hunched down behind a dumpster. Unfortunately old habits die hard, and soon enough I was peeking into the dumpster looking for treasure. Big mistake.
An old man entered the alleyway and called out to me. He was holding my phone from earlier – it seemed my distraction had ended. Knowing he couldn’t possibly match my speed, I made a run for it. There was only one place I could go to evade my pursuers – downtown.
After what felt like an eternity of running, jumping, ducking, dodging, dipping, and rolling from cover to cover, I made it to the outskirts of downtown. I had never seen anything like it.
Buildings as far as my eyes could see. Immense crowds of people marching along the sidewalks. And countless bright lights – searchlights for the Agency. My target destination was on the other side of the downtown area.
There was no cover ahead of me. I was going to have to blend in.
I untied the piece of white cloth wrapped around my arm, and tied it around my forehead. It was time to get serious.
I took my first steps into downtown, hands firmly planted on my replica Marasume and scabbard; ready to draw at a moments notice. Up ahead on my left was a silver man in front of a building. People were avoiding him – I figured he must be some sort of oracle. I approached the man and asked him for guidance.The man wouldn’t speak a word, and gestured to a container filled with coins on the ground.
I placed a green-tea flavoured Kit-Kat into the container, and asked Sensei for advice. Sensei quickly shooed me away – I could tell that he wanted me to run. So I ran as fast as I could, with my hands behind my back. As I was running I noticed in the corner of my eye a man wearing sunglasses walking towards where I once was. Only an agent would wear sunglasses at night. Sensei must have known that an agent was approaching!
I had to get off of the streets.
I ducked into a nearby clothing store. I needed a disguise. The problem was, I could only find normal clothes. I managed to piece together an outfit close enough to that of Sora from No Game No Life, a personal hero of mine. I changed into the new disguise and went to the cash register. I offered the man a shiny coin I had picked up the day before, telling him it was a BiteCoin. He disagreed. An intense debate followed – I argued Ikkitousen was more than just fanservice, and the man held the position that I had to pay for my new outfit. Negotiations broke down when the man took out his cellphone.
I should have known he was an agent!
I got out of there as fast as possible, forced to leave my old outfit behind in the dressing room. At the very least I managed to get out of there with my replica Marasume in hand.
And then I ran. I ran, and ran, and ran. Ran for an eternity. I must have run for a full five minutes. I could run no longer. I collapsed onto a bench, next to a hotdog stand. The man running the stand turned to me and asked if I was all right. I told him I was on the brink of destruction, ready to submit to my fate. I then asked him if he sold octodogs, which are the only way I eat hotdogs. He walked back to his stand and left me to my fate – but not before imparting upon me this advice:
What’s an octodog? Man, I don’t know what trouble you’re in, and honestly, I don’t want to know. But if you’re really in over your head with no way out, then why not buy a hotdog and soda combo for only $6.99?
In my heart I knew he was right. As long as I drew breath, I couldn’t give up! I thanked the man, drew my Marasume, and turned to face my pursuers.
My mind began to focus on all of my friends: Fernando, Alice, Sensei… I had to fight – for my friends!
The agents approached.
There were two of them.
Both had communications devices attached to their chests, as well as an arsesnal of weapons at their disposal. I was at a huge disadvantage. But my legs would work no more, I had to stand and fight, just as the hotdog man said. One of the agents approached, and the moment he was within range I struck – the plastic edge of my replica Marasume sliding across his jacket.
I should have known that they were wearing enchanted clothing.
Marasume has to cut in order for it’s magic to work!
The agents brought me to the ground, disarming me and restraining my hands. More agents showed up, there must have been about 8 of them in the end.
I stood no chance.
It was all over.
Shortly after that they brought me to the closest agency station.
Several days later they put me into a live-action Phoenix Wright enactment.
Finally I was brought to Impel Down, where I remain today.
If only I had paid more attention to Nanbaka…
What an adventure.
How will our hero get out of this situation?
Find out next time on Yomu Creates a Story, should I receive this tag once again in the future. This time we managed in at only 995 words – as you can see, my ability to compress a story into less words has improved.
Let’s throw some tags out there:
- Manga Addict Alice
- Alexie the Great
- Arsene_Lucifer (I know you’ve already done this one, but if I’m going to do it twice, I figure I should try to get someone else to as well! 🙂 )
Should you choose to accept the tag, I look forward to reading your stories!
Hope you all enjoyed this post.
Until next time.
Thanks for reading!