"I BEAT IT! GOD DAMN!"
I sighed as I calmed myself down. No, I'm not crazy for screaming after beating a game, for your information—it was crazy hard for no reason! I bought it a month ago and finally beat it today. It had that much content.
I've been playing a lot more games recently, as it was the summer before college. I don't have a job because I love being unemployed! What even is that? What's a job? I love going out with my friends and playing games all day. I'm disgusted that I even talked about a job in this book.
Anyways, about a month ago, a game that was really hyped came out.
The game in question is called War on Zelks. It takes place in a fantasy world called Xia. Xia is your average fantasy world, with one twist: all of the fantasy races, alongside humans, united for one thing—to defeat the alien race named the Zelk. The Zelk were a race of alien invaders who came to Xia for one thing: to spread the rule of their king, which was called the Monistar.
The Zelk's origins were never really explained, and everyone on the game forums assumes they are aliens because of the way they came to Earth. The Zelk literally descended onto the Earth in an event called the 'Rapture,' due to how angelic they looked at first. Thousands of white glowing humanoid silhouettes with deer antlers fell down onto all major settlements.
The objective of the game is to kill the Monistar, the leader of all Zelks, who descends on the world at the end of the game. In the meantime, you have to get stronger and save the world from ruining itself before the Monistar arrives.
I beat the damn game after so many tries because of its unique features. Everything you do in this game matters in one way or another.
The old homeless man you pass on the street instead of helping? Well, he was a secret master with the weapon needed to slay one of the mid-bosses. The villain you let live instead of making sure he was dead? He comes back as an insane maniac who kills all your companions just to make you suffer. It was such an annoying game, but fun too.
Although, as I looked at the white-haired young man on the screen, I noticed something interesting.
"Damn, the devs really do love to show every single detail."
The young man, named Hamon Adams, had a depressed look on his face. It made sense because all around him lay his dead companions, who sacrificed themselves to kill the Monistar.
It was so realistic that I almost felt bad for the little guy, but I couldn't bring myself to care anymore as I had finally beat the game. I turned off my computer and got up to head over to my bed.
I wonder what the next game I will play will be. It definitely won't be as good as this one, but I need to pass the time.
I jumped onto my bed and scrolled through social media until I fell asleep, dreaming about scrolling even more and never having to work.
*****
I groaned as I rubbed my eyes and immediately reached for my phone by the side of my bed to start my morning scrolling. Except my phone wasn't there. The panic set in instantly.
"WHERE IS MY PHONE!?!?" I roared.
I opened my half-closed eyes and sat up to search—wait, where am I?
The room I was in was clearly not the same bedroom I fell asleep in. Where mine was a normal, modern bedroom, the one I currently sat in was straight out of some medieval play.
It seemed like I was in some kind of room that only a prince would own. There was way too much space for one person.
I'm sure I could sell everything in this room and buy a car, and still have some left over. Everything had some sort of jewel or crystal embedded in it, from the bedframe to the door.
I marveled at everything until I heard a knock on the door.
"Young master, are you alright? Should I come in?" a feminine voice called from behind the door.
"I'm fine! Sorry for bothering you!" I replied quickly, feeling the panic start to creep in again.
What the hell is happening?! Who was that? Where am I? Why did she call me 'young master'? And most importantly—WHERE IS MY PHONE!?!?
A floating screen suddenly appeared in front of me.
[Synchronization commencing...]
Then, suddenly, a huge headache hit. I slumped back into the bed as it felt like someone was hitting my head with a hammer from the inside, trying to break out.
Flashes of information, new and slightly familiar, came all at once.
My name is Lucas—or is it Amit? I'm in a vacation Neant family house in Tintor?
What brought me here was out-of-school suspension? No, that's not right. I just woke up here.
Jumbled-up memories, ones of a life I didn't live but could slightly recognize, clashed with my own.
I don't know how long I spent in that room sorting through it all, but when I finally did, I immediately dashed to the bathroom—or what I thought was a bathroom. I opened the door to see a room full of outfits. I mean, what type of guy has a whole room for his closet!?
I turned around and went to the other door in the room, besides the one clearly leading outside.
It was the bathroom, but it was bigger than my old room! I quickly shook off my shock and looked at the mirror—only for it to return. Although I had slightly expected it.
I didn't want to believe those memories, but looking at the boy with short black hair and piercing grey eyes staring back at me, I had no choice but to believe it.
I was Amit Neant, an at-first low-level boss who later became a mid-level boss, destined to go crazy and die by the hand of the protagonist in War on Zelks. And to top it off, there were no phones in this world!
"I'm screwed, aren't I?"
I left the bathroom and walked back to bed, trying to fall asleep again. I wrapped myself in the extravagant blanket and began telling myself ultimately useless mantras. This couldn't be real, could it? Hopefully, it wasn't. I didn't want it to be real, but deep down, even then I knew the real answer.