Roommate

"This is just a school! How dare they call this a camp, I might have my youth returned but I've already did college!!"

Nimin collapsed onto his desk. The needed credits, the required classes, and the rules, he had spent his time reading it all. All of this was starting to give him a headache, and he was beginning to second guess coming here. If he knew it was going to be like this, he would've denied the offer!

"This is a good chance! I can't waste it.", Nimin slapped some sense into his cheeks.

"To make sure I fit the credit criteria, I can do the classes of stuff I've already learned. It'll just be a refresher course. Any extra credits I will consider later."

Circling a few of the classes he tapped the pen a few times. Checking the clock he noticed it already was beginning to turn late, curfew was around the corner. Taking a break he went to unpack his luggage. This took only a few minutes, he didn't bring too much anyways. Not that he had a lot in the first place.

The door swung open and someone stumbled in, "I won't get yelled at this time!"

Nimin turned, startled, and stared at the individual. A bow with dirty blonde hair, freckles, and brown eyes caught himself before falling. Making eye contact with Nimin they made a 'O' face. Extending a hand they quickly introduce, "Hi! I'm Sol, Sol Perkins. I assume you're my new roommate?"

"Yeah, I'm Cole.", Nimin shook Sol's hand.

"Ahh they told me I was getting a newcomer already. Guess this room being mine alone was just pipe dream."

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Well no use crying over spilt milk! If you have any problems regarding the camp you can come ask me! I know almost everything. . . okay maybe like half of the knowledge."

"Right. . .", Nimin was unsure how to act suddenly.

Acting as a personality for you character was one thing, but he had forgotten how someone his age would normally act. Should he blend in? Should he just remain himself? These questions swirled about in his head for a bit.

Sol entered the room and plopped onto his bed, "So! What class do you play?"

"Gunner.", Nimin liked having to chat about something he was more familiar with.

"Oh! What Variant?"

"If my build goes as planned, Gun Fu."

"Gun Fu?! You're crazy haha!"

"I'm working on it. What about you?"

"I play Mecha."

Mecha, one of the interesting classes in Fractured Worlds. It wasn't actually a mech, rather it was more like an engineer and a suit of powerful armor. This class was designed for short, but incredible powerful, bursts of damage and movement. It's also known as the 'strongest class' in Fractured Worlds.

When in their suits, Mechas are capable of dealing high damage at any range, moving at top speeds, and tanking a lot of damage. The only thing they were incapable of was support. In exchange, when Mechas weren't in their suits they were the weakest class in the game. Their damage was pitiful, speed abhorrent, and more fragile than a piece of glass.

"Mecha eh? What Variant?"

"Hybrid!"

"Very interesting. Any reason for why?"

"A Mecha is a mans soul, to limit it to one specific design is akin to trapping your soul in a cage! It should be capable of anything!"

"What about masteries?"

"Mecha is strong enough without them, I'm sure it'll be fine."

Nimin spotted a strange wording in that sentence, "It will be? You haven't made the build yet?"

"Nope! I joined the newest server to level up, some guys were spawn camping me in the old one, and I couldn't do anything about it."

"Guess it works out for you then. I'm also in the new server, the username is Critical Shot."

"Critical Shot. . . ? That name sounds kinda familiar. . ."

"There's the Magician of Piercing Light, Second Shot?"

"Ah! You name it after them?"

"Something like that."

Leaning up from their bed Sol said, "My username is Raging Torch. We should level sometime!"

"I'm planning on Red Zone hunting, but I'm down for some dungeons here and there!"

"Red Zone hunting? At low levels?"

"I need to level quickly."

"Hmm, that sounds kind of fun. If you need some help don't hesitate to ask! Now now, since you're new here did you read the rules?"

"I spent some time getting familiar with them."

"Okay I should inform you of an unwritten one."

"Unwritten?"

"I learned this one the hard way, don't cross the top players here. They're the ones most likely to become Pros, and they are really popular. You get on the bad side of one you'll get a one way trip to the unpopular corner."

"Seems kinda petty."

"It is! Luckily I managed to get away with just getting humiliated in a duel. I could tell you their names but that won't do you too much good if you don't know how they look. . . you get your laptop yet?"

"No, I was told I'll get it in the morning."

"Okay, it comes with a few useful applications you'll use throughout the camp. Including a camp exclusive social media! Friend me on there and I'll send you links to the top members' pages."

"That'll have to wait then."

"Mhm! I left mine at class and curfew is in a few minutes, so I'll have to go and get it tomorrow. Ah, when you get yours you'll find out what classes you're in! Maybe you'll join mine."

"Classes. . . this is just a school."

"Hahaha, it really is! I understand though, they're making sure we can live our lives if becoming a Pro doesn't work out."

Sol drummed the edge of his bed with his fingers, "Right then, you ought to get some sleep. The coach mentioned we should get some good sleep tonight since we'll need to be in good shape for tomorrow's class."

"What exactly is tomorrow's class?"

"Dunno, he wasn't saying anything about it."

"I see. . .", Nimin hopped onto his bed.

The soft cushioning of the bed embraced him. It felt luxurious, a surprising thing. Nonetheless he welcomed it. This was an important step to his goal. Getting used to the camp took priority. He would spend his time learning the ways of it, and in his spare moments he would work on Critical Shot.

It wouldn't take a year for Critical Shot's build to be completed, especially if he leveled in Red Zones. The quicker he worked, the better. For now however, he can relax.

Camp, although it really just was a school. It had been a very long time since he experienced anything like it. Someone his age really shouldn't be here, but it was nice. To have concerns of tests just a week ahead was a feeling he had forgotten. Nimin was looking forward to experiencing that again.

To think that his returned youth would grant him more than just reflexes. He was thinking too narrowly. What else could he do with this newfound life?

The thoughts of possibilities lured Nimin into the depths of sleep.