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[[File:Big_rigs_cover_art.png|250px|thumb|I'M ON THE HIGHWAY TO... Well, you can guess.]]
I won't do it. I won't allow another truckin' thing to haul me for a long run like this load of garbage. No pullin' on the brakes for this ride, because it wheels you down the highway of 18-wheeled terror. You'll be pullin' the horn like a semi with its brakes cut. It'll tan you like a trucker, and ship you like 30,000 pounds of pain. With no weigh stations, get your axles ready to balance the devil's passage 2, because 1 was too scared to tow alone.
I will never allow anyone to force me to remember even the tiniest gross stain of misery of what happened. I never want to re-experience the all-encompassing, fear-driven condemning of my body, mind, and spirit. It was beyond cruel to be subjected to. No amount of broken bones, internal injuries, and broken spirits could compare to the darkest and purest form of terror I had felt playing that game. Its effects are everlasting, and will haunt me to the grave and the dark void that lies beyond. It was a discovery that proved to my tiny, insignificant mind that life is not real, but a sick joke. I know that one day, the curtain will fall to reveal a puppet show controlled by a sneering, twisted master. I had been hidden in the
So the story goes like this: I was about eight years old and had the grand dream of being a truck driver. My dad was a truck driver, my grandpa was a truck driver, and my great-grandpa was a surgeon but also a truck driver. You get
I loved the cover: a flaming big rig and a cop, flying through the air in a lightning-enshrouded, dark landscape. The frightening cover should have been a warning. I should have put down that game right there and just kept shopping for toilet paper and plastic wrap with the rest of my family. Instead, I smiled and hurried onto making the worst decision of my life. A choice that would change life itself
I
Brushing aside
I pushed random buttons to get the disc thingy open. Inserting the disc, the computer went through set-up and installed the game. Nothing strange or
The game was ready to play. I played around with the computer to figure out how to start playing. However, I barely knew how to use a computer, and I
The game came on flickering. I heard crackling lightning in the distance outside our home. With the windows blocked with piles of stuff, I
I thought the outdoor rain shower outside made a good backdrop for my play of the racing game. Then the title screen
A blue pane shockingly presented options in bright yellow, with a fading flag sinking into the depths of the background on the left. The title was written in menacing, metallic letters that were outlined in red and black. Streaks of neon blue were on either side of the screen, as if the message was being presented through space time from a higher dimension. Like something was trying to reach out to me. I shuddered. There was no music.
One of the bright, sickly-yellow options was,
The next screen
The truck selected was one called,
I clicked around for a bit and found the next truck in the list was called,
The next truck on the white backdrop was
The very last one stood out from the rest. This one, called
It was time to make my choice. I wanted to choose carefully. Who knew what would happen in this strange game. I wanted to make sure I had a truck I could trust. I chose the
I found a small
I looked around for the start button, and found it was in the place of the
With this track choice, I had the opportunity to quit. It really was a safe haven. I waited and waited for the game to load.
A loading screen appeared, with small silver letters placed at the bottom. The screen was still blue, and now with a large, translucent flag fading into the background, which portrayed a near-invisible car for some strange reason. It was like the checkers of the flag were attempting to cover that car, which only showed its lower half so the driver
I waited, and waited, and
The game froze. I knew what to do from what grandpa had done before. I jumped out of my chair and walked over to the
The room became much darker without the glowing screen of the computer, as though I had entered a different room. Instead of leaving right then and there, I plugged the computer back in. I
Turning on the computer and waiting for it to process its dust buildups, I went through the whole process again. Everything was the same, from the sickly green and yellows to the deep reds. I again reached the race selection screen. This time, I chose
That same loading screen came on, and now, it showed no mercy. The car in the background of the loading image seemed closer than ever. The image of only the bottom half of the car appeared like a snarling maw of a beast.
I took a sharp intake of breath,
All I saw was
Large buildings were in the distance in a pale pink. They were drawn with blurry textures that were hard to make out. The sky was a nightmarish dark grey with black slivers of clouds, dangling in the sky like leeches. The mountains were an indistinct brown that rose uniformly on both sides of the track. A large, blocky, lamp post that looked like it came from a
In the upper-left hand corner of the screen were just numbers. Columns of numbers. Many, many numbers. Maybe they represented something—who knows. I was very suspicious of a line of vertical bars on the bottom, which were all red. What could they possibly mean?? In the bottom-right corner of the screen seemed was a speed gauge, unusually large and taking up a large portion of the screen, but otherwise surprisingly normal-looking.
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I considered stopping the game there, but stupidly continued out of a sick curiosity. I should have known it would hold nothing good for me.
I started pressing buttons at my keyboard. One of them made the truck move forward with a repulsive whirring sound that reminded me of a distant drill. I felt the sound bury deep into my
The truck
I saw I had left the box for the game sitting on top of the massive computer tower near where I was sitting, so I picked up its thin form and took a good look at it. The front image was haunting—the flames protruding from behind the vehicles seemed more real than ever, and the lightning in a black sky was like something from a bad dream. It felt like I had been sucked into that world. Flipping the box over, the back spoke of things that clearly
I had the strangest feeling of being watched. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I slowly turned my head to the right. The large pile of miscellaneous items to my right seemed to have grown a face and eyes, made up of a towel, beach ball, and bag of clothes. Its many items seemed like a mass of writhing arms, ready to grab me once I turned away. I watched it for a short time, terrified. I looked back to the computer screen, but only for a moment to check the garbage pile again. Nothing had moved.
In the game, the red lights on the truck seemed to sway a bit as I turned the truck, like they were on a hammock in a furious wind storm. Lightning struck outside the room as I leaned my head close to the monitor, making sure to turn the truck. The glowing red lights
I moved forward through the barren level, the truck ghosting along the pavement. Glitches caused things to disappear and reappear endlessly. Dead silence was joined with empty buildings in the middle of nowhere as I continued on. Dead-looking palm trees with full growth stood in groups on top of hills, their messy branches unmoving. The truck barely turned. Around one corner through the hills, which seemed mechanically rounded, the truck passed the road and went up a nearby hill. I stared wide-eyed at the screen when I realized the truck ghosted over the hill just as it had the flat ground. My knees began to rattle, and the air took on a sharp chill. I felt my stomach drop as it went down the next hill effortlessly. The truck
In reverse, the red eyes turned a bright, glowing white.
I held my breath, my heart beating faster as the truck went through a few buildings, a lamp post, then up a hill in reverse. It just went faster and faster, the now white eyes on the back of the truck leading the truck on. Or were they staring at me? The truck was going 100, no, 200 mph. Faster and faster, louder and louder. It flew over hills like it was a water park. It was glitching out and whacking the truck around in grotesque movements, such as jumping around and turning up 90° then back down 180°. There was no end. After bouncing quickly around the land it went
I realized that in my seat I had frozen into place, my hand stuck on the reverse button. I let go.
Suddenly, the speeding demon of a truck came to a dead stop. The colors went from a mass of swirling, chaotic confusion to a complete standstill of silence in the void. This is when my mind broke. To see sights go by at such speeds and then for the truck to just stop was the last straw. The world began spinning. I blacked
I slowly opened my eyes to a white room. I saw the blurred lines of a woman. My mother?
She smiled reassuringly, but little did she know, her child was no longer a part of her world.
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Nowadays, my eyes stare wide now, always. I rock back and forth with my arms crossed whenever I sit down and sometimes when standing up. It took 20 days just for me to write this with all the rocking and sobbing. The colors and memories mesh together like swollen internal organs swimming in vomit. Just the images of blank colors speeding past the brink of eternity.
After a few years, at a time when I was started to regain my composure, I walked into that storage room again in my
I ran as fast as my wobbly legs would scramble. Those words still haunt me to this day.
YOU'RE NEXT WINNER
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