https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMAVLXk9QWA
Students:
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The teacher had been standing at the board, giving a lecture on Net Battle techniques, explaining BASIC usage of Battle Chips for the third time, drawing a diagram on the board about how to insert them to transfer the chip data to your net Navi. Miss Cyrille, strangely, always opened with the basics before getting to her real lecture, likely to burn more time, since the lecture always seemed to end right when class did, implying that she could never actually come up with a lecture which covered the entire class duration.
"Alright, maggots" she started in a voice which sounded like a growl... which was actually completely normal, since she always sounded so angry "Jack into desks so we can start with some REAL action." she finished, grabbing a PET her desk, which didn't actually have her own Navi in it, she wasn't allowed to use her own Navi for class, it was forbidden by the school. According to some students, it was because her REAL Navi was too violent, but that was just a rumor. Regardless, when the students Jack in, they would be met by Grademan.EXE.
Once the students Jack-In, they would be in the School Network, a grey room with a floor that was made to resemble unsharpened pencils, with a single portal on one end of the room and a single portal on the other end. Miss Cyrille's voice can be heard inside the cyberspace, "Alright, Grademan, explain to the Navis what they'll be facing for their first assignment." she growled. However, before Grademan can say anything, the lights in the school shut off and the cyberspace in the comp goes dark. Then a voice can be heard over the intercomms, in and out of the Cyberspace "There is nothing wrong with your display. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission. We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond. We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive." said the smooth male voice through the comms, he then continued "You are currently at the mercy of the Net Terrorist group, Break. We are fully aware that the Officials were intending to recruit from here, and we therefor shall eliminate all of you." said the voice, before cutting out. The chalkboard then began the flash brightly on and off, while the lights above fizzled.
The teacher had been standing at the board, giving a lecture on Net Battle techniques, explaining BASIC usage of Battle Chips for the third time, drawing a diagram on the board about how to insert them to transfer the chip data to your net Navi. Miss Cyrille, strangely, always opened with the basics before getting to her real lecture, likely to burn more time, since the lecture always seemed to end right when class did, implying that she could never actually come up with a lecture which covered the entire class duration.
"Alright, maggots" she started in a voice which sounded like a growl... which was actually completely normal, since she always sounded so angry "Jack into desks so we can start with some REAL action." she finished, grabbing a PET her desk, which didn't actually have her own Navi in it, she wasn't allowed to use her own Navi for class, it was forbidden by the school. According to some students, it was because her REAL Navi was too violent, but that was just a rumor. Regardless, when the students Jack in, they would be met by Grademan.EXE.
Once the students Jack-In, they would be in the School Network, a grey room with a floor that was made to resemble unsharpened pencils, with a single portal on one end of the room and a single portal on the other end. Miss Cyrille's voice can be heard inside the cyberspace, "Alright, Grademan, explain to the Navis what they'll be facing for their first assignment." she growled. However, before Grademan can say anything, the lights in the school shut off and the cyberspace in the comp goes dark. Then a voice can be heard over the intercomms, in and out of the Cyberspace "There is nothing wrong with your display. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission. We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond. We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive." said the smooth male voice through the comms, he then continued "You are currently at the mercy of the Net Terrorist group, Break. We are fully aware that the Officials were intending to recruit from here, and we therefor shall eliminate all of you." said the voice, before cutting out. The chalkboard then began the flash brightly on and off, while the lights above fizzled.
Teachers:
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Lina Hayes was in the teacher's lounge, her only company being Miss Banks burying her face in a book, and the principal in their office, the next room over. All seemed the usual, absolutely boring, when suddenly the lights went out, and a voice came out over the intercom "There is nothing wrong with your display. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission. We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond. We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive." said the smooth voice, continuing "You are currently at the mercy of the Net Terrorist group, Break. We are fully aware that the Officials were intending to recruit from here, and we therefor shall eliminate all of you." the doors then swung closed and locked themselves electronically, followed by the lights flickering erratically, while the screens on the walls began shutting on and off rapidly, displaying only a bright white screen each time they flickered on.
On the other side of the room, Miss Banks began to panic, crying out and repeating "Oh my gosh!" over and over, like the timid girl she was.
Lina Hayes was in the teacher's lounge, her only company being Miss Banks burying her face in a book, and the principal in their office, the next room over. All seemed the usual, absolutely boring, when suddenly the lights went out, and a voice came out over the intercom "There is nothing wrong with your display. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission. We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond. We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive." said the smooth voice, continuing "You are currently at the mercy of the Net Terrorist group, Break. We are fully aware that the Officials were intending to recruit from here, and we therefor shall eliminate all of you." the doors then swung closed and locked themselves electronically, followed by the lights flickering erratically, while the screens on the walls began shutting on and off rapidly, displaying only a bright white screen each time they flickered on.
On the other side of the room, Miss Banks began to panic, crying out and repeating "Oh my gosh!" over and over, like the timid girl she was.