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(Created page with "When I was younger, simulation games were very popular. Me and my friends Trevor and Rudy would play them all the time. Our favorite one was called ''Mee!'' It was all about creating these little people called "Mees" and making them do all kinds of crazy things, like ride motorcycles through rings of fire and jump off cliffs without parachutes. Most of them died horribly pretty quickly, but we managed to get quite a few of them to the max level. We could even breed the...") |
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We could even breed them with each other. They all had these cool stats- strength, perception, endurance, and so on. The goal was to breed the perfect Mee so that you could rule the Mee universe through them like a god.
The problem was, our friend Rudy
He took that one Mee a little too seriously. Bought her the best equipment, gave her the best life. His obsession with her was a little scary. We kept telling him to let us play ''Super Plumber Bros'' or ''Excite Kart'', but nope. He just wanted to pretend he actually had a girlfriend. So weird. Trevor got weird like that too when he got older, but not me. At any rate, Rudy started getting all these crazy ideas in his head about her.
I paused with my sandwich halfway to my mouth.
Trevor blinked at him wearily.
We both blinked at Trevor. Trevor spent a lot of time reading the Bible. It was a hyperfixation on his part.
I turned to Rudy.
We went back to our sandwiches.
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The next day, sure enough,
Rudy gave us a sly look.
Trevor looked mortified. I closed my eyes to ride out some momentary pain.
He laughed.
He bent over to look closer at her stomach in awe. Me and Trevor just exchanged a worried look.
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More likely than not, this would ''not'' end well.
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The next day,
He turned to us, elated, and raised a hand for a high five. We gave him a wary look.
My eyes opened wide.
Rudy raised an eyebrow at me dubiously.
But there was no kidding. Rudy and his gamer
Me and Trevor took a step back, alarmed. We held up our hands.
Rudy scoffed.
Offended, me and Trevor turned and walked out of the house.
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And that was the last we ever saw of Rudy.
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He was found dead a day later, mauled to shreds by vicious claws and teeth. The police said a dog or something had probably gotten to him. But me and Trevor knew better. That night, our hands shook as we powered on the video game console.
There was only one explanation.
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