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A Game of Shit
July 24, 2020
Despite all this, in a house devoid of any furniture and living utensils, a middle-aged man sits on a chair in front of a computer.
"Great! .. I'll finally finish this damn game!"
A final mission message is displayed on his computer screen.
[Kill the Lord of the Eternal Abyss]
This was a very famous MMORPG game.
"HUMAN SURVIVAL"
Although the title sounded very lame, it was a very good game, but that was not what made it famous, no... Rather what made it famous was that it was a very addictive and very troll game.
It was a game in which the player had only one life.
That's just one life!
Anyway, it was a shitty game, without reviving or opening another account, the game would not allow you to get another character.
Many people made their theories about the engineers whose programming allowed them to detect the player, many even wanted to hack the game.
But it all ended in vain, the story, the graphics, the controls, everything in this game was very amazing, it left other MMORPG games behind.
However, because the player only had one life, it caused millions of players to curse the creators.
But none of this matters to the middle-aged man.
Since he's the last player who still plays the one-life shit game, even though he sacrificed millions of players and NPCs.
The final mission is about to end.
"No no no!"
Suddenly a message appeared on his screen.
[You are dead]
"Shit!"
He quickly tried to detect and try to replay the game, but all to no avail.
"What a fucking game!... how come this company doesn't go bankrupt?"
Yes, it was a shitty game, but a very good shitty game, he had to admit, after playing it for 3 years, every day, every mission was unique, with impeccable story and graphics, so much so that once he believed who was the character and is in a life and death struggle, making his blood boil.
"Ha" Heaving a sigh could be the middle-aged man who closed his eyes, although he was angry at the loss of his character, in reality, he was just playing it out of boredom.
*Ring
As he wondered what to do today, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate.
"Whom?"
"I have a job"
Just with these words, the middle-aged man smiled, at least there was a place to release some of his resentment.
"Good"
After carrying out 20 years as an assassin on the loose, he no longer sees his job as a curse, rather now what seems like just another job to be found in the world.
Although he had been in the business for 20 years, it was strange, even though he believed it himself since most of them are dead or have already retired.
Due to the dangers it brings, most spend no more than 5 years as an assassin, most die or are betrayed.
By sheer luck, he has lived more than 20 years in the trade.
Maybe it's good karma from him?
Although he is a murderer he was not a man of stone, he was always determined that good deeds bring good benefits, with that in mind he donated half of his land to orphanages or animal rescue, he determined that with that his sins at least successfully relieved a bit, he never succeeded in donating to a church since as a murderer he has seen something more than an ordinary person so he decided to do help in another way, but like every murderer, the day to die came.
Although the mission was ordinary, in the end, it resulted in a trap from his enemy.
Being surrounded by several snipers the man remained silent, throwing the cigarette to the ground, he looked up at the sky
"Shoot!"
*bang bang
After a few explosions, he was on the ground still looking at the sky, he did not resist as it was an inevitable day that he had to face.
"At least, I would have liked to have finished that fucking game" muttering those words the middle-aged man closed his eyes.
"AT LAST THAT DAMNED DIED!" Seeing the middle-aged man fall to the ground, one of the snipers approached the now motionless body.
"HAHAHA, HE'S DEAD!" His body trembled with joy at seeing his worst enemy on the ground, but his happiness didn't last long.
*tick, tock
A faint ticking sound came from the middle man's body, causing the sniper's smile to freeze.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING GAMMAAAAA!"
*BOMM
After screaming at the top of his lungs, what was heard was the activation of a bomb, and its explosion brought down the building where they were.
If the middle-aged man's name was Gamma Sprout, a murderer and also a cursed one, who didn't mind implanting a bomb in his body that would explode when his heart exploded, well, he was a bastard who didn't mind taking his enemy away to the grave with him.
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