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Pixel Raiders_Dig World

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by Steven O'Donnell


  struggling to take off the headset. “Rip, I

  can’t seem to take it off.”

  “Fine. Here, I’ll help.” Rip put his hands on

  Mei’s head, where the headset should be. But

  all he could feel was her hair. “Um . . . I can’t

  feel it. Hang on.” Rip grabbed a clump of

  Mei’s hair and started pulling.

  “OW! Stop that!” Mei shouted.

  “Almost got it!” Rip kept

  pulling.

  “Ow! Ow! I mean it, Rip!

  Stop!” Mei said and pushed Rip

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  so hard he fell down. “I don’t understand.

  Why can’t I take it off?”

  Rip moved his hands up and tried to feel

  his own headset. “I can’t feel mine either.”

  They stared into each other’s eyes,

  suddenly very worried. Mei looked at Angela’s

  wristband and then up at the sky. The sun

  felt warm on her face. There was a breeze,

  full of the scent of ash and wood from

  Angela’s castle.

  “It’s real,” Mei said.

  “What’s real?” Rip asked.

  “I don’t know why we didn’t work this out

  earlier. This isn’t a game, Ripley. It’s real,”

  Mei said.

  “That’s nonsense,” Rip said. “It . . . it can’t be.

  This is all just video-game code. It’s just lines

  of 0s and 1s that draw and populate a video-

  game world. It’s just gotten into our brain

  and paralyzed us somehow!”

  “Then why can’t we leave?” Mei asked.

  “Why can’t we feel our VR headsets? Why

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  hasn’t your mom come in the room to talk to

  us? Think about it, Rip! We’ve been playing

  this game for two days. Two actual days.”

  Mei was starting to look a little panicked.

  “We haven’t even gone to the bathroom!

  Why don’t I need to pee, Rip? That’s really

  weird!

  WHY DON’T I NEED TO PEE?!”

  There was an awkward silence. Rip looked

  at Mei, who was slightly embarrassed.

  PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT ! Rip farted.

  “You can still fart,” he said.

  “That’s gross.” Mei stifled a giggle. “And SO

  not important right now!”

  She took a step back, her expression

  turning serious again. Mei was putting the

  pieces together. The strange Clipboard Man.

  The empty desks. The unusual VR gear. How

  they could run about without bumping into

  the walls of Rip’s bedroom. Something wasn’t

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  right about this game, and Mei was starting

  to get scared.

  “It’s . . . it’s just great technology!” Rip said,

  not really believing what he was saying. He

  started patting down his body trying to find

  some sort of switch or way to unplug. “We’re

  being tricked! In our brains! This isn’t REAL!

  We’re not actually HERE!”

  “But what if we are?” said Mei.

  There was a low rumbling, and then a long,

  deep, bellowing laugh filled their ears. It

  suddenly got very cold. Mei rubbed her arms

  and shivered. Then it started to get dark.

  Rip and Mei stood up and looked to the

  sun. It was moving faster than before,

  sinking toward the horizon. Turning day into

  night. There was a howling off in the

  distance, and Rip and Mei could see red eyes

  bobbing up and down, getting closer and

  closer.

  The ground next to them suddenly exploded

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  upward, showering Rip and Mei with dirt.

  Little crabs with top hats came pouring out

  of the hole, including Sir Crabbington of

  Beachburry.

  Standing with them was George the

  Wizard.

  They’re coming! We can’t

  hold them off for long.

  RUN!

  all that

  glitters

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  hey grabbed their packs and sprinted.

  Well, Mei sprinted. The armor Rip had

  collected was sturdy and strong—but it was

  heavy too. He huffed and puffed under the

  weight of it, holding his bow tucked firmly

  under his arm.

  Mei’s eyes scanned their surroundings. She

  pointed. “There!”

  Rip followed her gaze to a small, dark

  cave that sat nestled in a

  rocky cliff face. He nodded.

  “Let’s go!”

  When at last they

  reached the yawning

  mouth of the cave, the

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  terrifying calls of night monsters could be

  heard in the distance. This certainly wasn’t

  the safest place they could be, but it would

  have to do for now. The sky turned a

  shimmering gold, and then midnight blue.

  Moonlight flooded from above.

  Their sturdy stone house was too far

  away for them to get to in the dead of night.

  Rip dropped his bow with a groan and put

  his hands on his knees, panting, trying to

  catch his breath. “What the . . . ? What is

  going on? Did you hear that laughing? Who

  was that?!”

  “I don’t know, I don’t know!” Mei cried with

  growing panic. “The sun barely reached the

  midpoint, right? Why did it set so quickly? We

  didn’t even get a full day!”

  “This isn’t fair! It’s bugged or something,”

  cried Rip, pulling the helmet off his head. “Now

  what?!”

  Mei was hurriedly digging around inside her

  backpack—trying to muddle her way through

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  the jumble of miniature items inside. “Should

  we try and build a wall or something?

  Barricade ourselves in?” she wondered. “Aha!”

  Mei produced a large wooden torch, from

  which flames sprung to life when she

  removed it from the bag. She lifted the torch

  high, examining the roof, walls, and entrance

  of the cave. It was dull and dark, although it

  seemed as if large blocks of stone had been

  purposefully hacked from the walls.

  “Wait a minute . . .” Mei studied the walls

  carefully. “This isn’t a cave . . .”

  “It’s a mine!” Rip finished the sentence for

  her. “I wonder if this was Angela’s.”

  “Should we check it out?”

  Rip looked back over his shoulder, taking in

  the sight of the ruined castle, the smoke, the

  ominous night sky outside. Somewhere, a

  terrifying howl rang out.

  “If we stay here, we’re done for anyway.”

  Rip pulled the helmet back onto his head and

  equipped his bow, his expression grim

  through the metal grill of his visor. “Let’s

  keep going.”

  By the light of Mei’s torch, they ventured

  forth into the blackness. The torchlight

  flickered across the ceiling, casting strange,

  dancing shadows as the tunnel began to

  slope gently downward.

  “Rip,” Mei spoke softly, her expression

  solemn. “Do you think . . . Angela is . . . dead? I

  mean . . . I know
the game said she had

  reached the end of the line . . . but you don’t

  think that means . . . for real, do you?”

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  Rip shuddered, remembering the sight of

  her belongings just sitting there in a heap on

  the floor. “I . . . honestly don’t know.” He

  watched Mei’s shoulders slump as she

  trudged on ahead of him, resigned. “Hey,

  listen to me.” He spun her around to face him.

  “We’re going to find a way out of this. We

  have to. This . . . whatever this is . . . it started

  as a game. There has to be a way out of it. If

  there’s a bug or something that’s stopping us

  from getting out—there’ll be a way around it.

  Some kind of . . . ‘reset’ button. For all we

  know, we could just be sitting in my room

  right now, and my mom is about to walk in

  any minute and take our headsets off and

  offer us that snack she promised!”

  Mei perked up a little at the thought. “Do

  you really think so?”

  Rip shrugged. “Sure!”

  “Seems weird that she hasn’t already. I

  guess time must move a lot faster here.

  Feels like we’ve been here for days. But that

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  can’t be right . . .” Mei’s dark eyes were

  thoughtful, distant. She turned to resume

  their descent into the mine. “Hey!” she said

  suddenly. “Look at this!”

  Mei hurried down the sloped pathway to

  where one of the crumbled, blocky walls of

  the tunnel had been hollowed out into a little

  alcove. Cubes of stone in various sizes were

  stacked all over the floor. She lifted her

  torch and peered carefully into the recess

  of the rock wall. Something glittered.

  Rip caught up behind her and squinted over

  her shoulder. “Is that . . . what I think it is?”

  A smile spread across Mei’s face. “You

  betcha. It’s . . .”

  “. . . diamond!” they both said

  at once.

  Mei wedged the torch into a

  chink in the tunnel wall and

  pulled a sturdy pickaxe from

  her backpack.

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  “Rip! Let’s grab some. This stuff is

  invaluable when it comes to crafting!”

  Rip nodded enthusiastically, slinging his

  bow over his shoulder and pulling out his own

  pickaxe. They both began chipping away at

  the rocky alcove, revealing block after block

  of glittering diamond. Pale, luminescent light

  shimmered across their faces as they lifted

  each precious cube from the mineshaft wall,

  carefully loading them into their packs.

  After a while, the small alcove had grown

  into the beginnings of a separate tunnel. But

  the diamond, it seemed, was in limited supply,

  and no matter where they aimed their

  pickaxes, the mineshaft now only yielded

  stone.

  Mei huffed with exertion. “I think that

  might be it,” she said.

  “Yeah,” Rip agreed, “diamond is usually

  pretty rare in games like this. But we got a

  decent haul!”

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  They both grinned. It felt good to have

  something go their way at last. With this

  material they could make extremely powerful

  weapons and armor—maybe even items with

  magical properties!

  “We should get going,” Rip said, gathering

  his things.

  Mei was pulling on her pickaxe. “Hey!” she

  grumbled, “my pick is stuck!”

  “It doesn’t matter. We can make you a

  shiny new one out of diamond! Let’s just go.”

  “No!” Mei replied firmly. “We don’t have

  enough to waste it on tools! We have to save

  it. Just help me with this, would you?”

  Rip rolled his eyes. “Fiiiine.”

  They both took hold of the pickaxe handle

  and pulled with all their might. It seemed

  wedged in hard, but with their combined

  efforts, it came free at last. The pair

  tumbled backward as the pick fell from the

  wall, along with a cascade of stone blocks.

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  “Phew!” Mei panted, dusting herself

  off. “That was tough. And, hey—look at

  this!”

  She held up a small disc of

  bronze metal. They

  both studied the

  object intently.

  “What do you think

  it is?” Rip wondered,

  peering at the strange

  markings that were

  etched into one side of the

  treasure.

  “The markings make it look like it’s a piece

  of something larger. Like a small plate,

  maybe? Or a medallion?”

  “Well that’s probably important. When are

  medallions ever not important?!”

  Mei laughed. “Well, we won’t know what it is

  for sure until we find the rest of it. Should

  we keep looking for more pieces?”

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  Rip was no longer concerned with

  the medallion, however. His eyes were

  wide with panic as cubes of bright blue

  water began filling the hole behind Mei

  where the pickaxe had just been. Water

  blocks were flooding the tunnel at an

  alarming rate.

  RUN!!

  web of

  worry

  “D

  on’t stop!” Mei yelled as she and Rip

  clambered and stumbled upward.

  The mine was crudely dug, and it was a

  challenge to not trip over stray squares

  and rough steps. “This mine is terrible!” Mei

  complained. “You never build in one direction

  like this! It floods too easily!”

  “Obviously!” Rip said. “But perhaps now is

  not the time for analysis, Mei! Just keep

  moving!”

  Rip did his best to keep up. His armor was

  slowing him down, but there was no time to

  take it off. The sound of raging water was

  deafening now.

  Rip shot a glance behind them. Cubes and

  cubes of water were tumbling toward them,

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  swallowing up the mine below. The water was

  forming a sharp, jagged wave and it was not

  slowing down. Rip was scanning the walls for

  an exit, some way to escape the cube

  tsunami, but nothing revealed itself.

  Mei was also trying to come up with a plan.

  They couldn’t dig left or right—the water

  would find its way in and they’d drown. They

  couldn’t dig down, it would fill up instantly

  and they would drown. They couldn’t dig up,

  there was no time to start building. And even

  if they did, they might be trapped beneath

  hard materials they couldn’t get through, or

  just run out of air before they could dig a

  way out.

  It struck Mei that maybe in this world,

  she didn’t even need air! But she couldn’t

  exactly test that theory. For now, all she

  could do was keep climbing and running, and

  do her best not to drop her torch at the

 
same time.

  Then she saw it. A bright square in the

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  distance. It

  was the

  opening. They

  were going to

  make it.

  Mei smiled

  and looked back

  at Ripley. “Rip, I can

  see the entrance!

  Come on!”

  But Rip had stopped

  running. There was

  terror in his eyes. “No, we can’t!” he said.

  “Look again!”

  Mei turned. The light square was moving.

  It was coming toward them, fast. One

  square quickly turned into two. Then into

  twenty. The squares had eyes. They had

  teeth. They had legs. EIGHT legs. The bright

  squares were giant spiders, and they were

  also on fire!

  “Rip! What do we do?” Mei cried.

  “Look, shine the light here!” Rip shouted.

  Mei waved the torch in Rip’s direction,

  revealing a vein of yellow within a partially

  dug-out wall.

  “Is that what I think it is?” Mei said.

  “It’s sulfur,” Rip replied. “Give me the torch!”

  Cubes of water were now bumping and

  dissolving into their legs from behind. The

  wave was almost upon them. The fire spiders

  were covering the mine walls in front of

  them—they’d reach the two of them in a

  matter of seconds. Mei threw the

  torch to Rip.

  “Stand back!” Rip said.

  “You’ll blow up, Rip!” Mei yelled.

  “It’s OK!” Rip lowered his helmet’s

  visor. “I’m geared for this!” He

  thrust the torch into a section

  of sulfur.

  The vein lit up in a chain

  reaction along the wall, then

  violently exploded in a flash of

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  white. Rocks and dirt flew

  out of the wall, obscuring

  Ripley completely.

  The ground beneath Mei

  dissolved. Mei screamed as

  she fell through the cave

  floor in a shower of dirt and

  sand. She grabbed wildly for

  anything she could get a hold

  of, but she was in a cascade.

  Mei fell for a few moments

  more and was suddenly

  halted in midair by what felt

  like a hammock. She covered

 

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