Well, like the title suggests, this is a fic about a card game. I’m just trying this idea, and if everybody hates it, I’ll give it up (BTW, if you really really hate this, take it up with LordXGigaX, his idea). SO now down to business, what card game to make a fic of? Well I’ll tell you… it’s about a very popular one called WAR. If you haven’t heard of it, I’m sorry, but you probably will never have a future, but it is about WAR.
CHAPTER 1 Spoiler:
BEDTIME
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“It was down to my last four cards, a two, a jack, an eight, and an ace. We flipped our top card when the one thing that could go wrong for me happened: we got a WAR. I had already given up; there was no hope for me. I played an ace and he played an ace. We were deadlocked. We both knew it was over, and he smirked as both of us played our two facedown card. I prayed that my last card was a jack, but when I flipped it over, it was an eight. I was doomed. But alas, he turned his over… a seven. I was so overjoyed, I knocked the table over and spilled the cards and the cards turned to dust as they hit the floor, thus, ending the last recorded game of WAR,” told Grandpa Hollen, an old man who was easily past sixty. He was telling the story of the last recorded game of WAR in the year 7933. No more playing cards existed, and the man told the story to a little boy, Abram Hollen.
“Wow, grandpa. That story gets better every time you tell it,” said little Abram Hollen, safely snuggled into his anti-gravity bed. “I hope someday I can help bring the game, WAR, back into existence, and everyone will know how to play it.”
Grandpa Hollen chuckled. “Maybe someday, but first, you have to go to bed. Tomorrow, you turn seven, your big day. Now, lights out. I’ll be downstairs in the morning with your present.”
“Alright,” said Abram, and he rolled over and fell to sleep faster than you could say “wow, he fell to sleep pretty fast, didn’t he, Grandpa John Hollen?”. But the morning would never come for Abram’s present. Grandpa John Hollen wouldn’t exist. Abram’s life would change as soon as he woke up.
C+C is appreciated, but nothing too harsh. I still gotta sleep at night
