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A friend of mine named James recently sent me a game called “Netvos"Netvos.” Well, I’m assuming it’s called that since on the CD it says, “NETVOS"NETVOS.”
I had never heard of it before, and a quick Google search showed that such a game doesn’t exist. What made this even stranger is that James attached a note saying, “Kevin"Kevin (that’s my name, just so you know), whatever you do, DON’T PLAY THIS GAME!”
I honestly thought it was a joke. James has a sense of humor, and this seemed like a prank. So, I decided to play it. Maybe it was a new game. Or an old game. Only one way to find out.
Despite this strangeness, I persevered through the game, which kept getting darker and stranger until…
“FOOL"FOOL!” a voice said from the game. “YOU"YOU HAVE MET YOUR MATCH! I AM NETVOS, BRINGER OF DARKNESS, DESTROYER OF SOULS!”
I giggled a bit. James really outdid himself with this one. Not only did he make a game, but he also got someone to do this whole Netvos thing. Kudos to him.
“WHY"WHY DO YOU LAUGH?” Netvos suddenly said.
Wait, did he hear me laugh?
“Did"Did you hear me laugh?” I asked.
“OF"OF COURSE I DID, PATHETIC MORTAL. I AM NETVOS, BRINGER OF DARKNESS, DESTROYER OF SOULS!”
“Didn’t"Didn’t you just say that?”
“HM"HM. SO I DID.”
Ok, so apparently this game is haunted by some being named Netvos. I could keep conversing with him, or I could do something else.
I called up James to ask for his advice.
“Hi"Hi, James, it’s Kevin,” I said once I got him on the phone.
“Oh"Oh, Kevin! Hey! What’s up?” he asked.
“Well"Well, I have a question. Hypothetically – ” I started, until James interrupted me.
“You"You played the game, didn’t you?”
“Yep"Yep.”
“Didn’t"Didn’t I tell you not to play it?”
“In"In all defense, I thought you were joking when you told me not to play it. I mean, if you wanted to make sure no one played it, why not destroy it or bury it or something?”
“I…I"I…I am not a smart person,” he admitted.
“Clearly"Clearly. Well, do you have any advice on how to stop this Netvos guy?”
“No"No, not really. Maybe just try and outsmart him?”
“James"James, he’s an egomaniacal demon thing that haunts a game. How do I outsmart him?
“How"How should I know? You’re the smart one.”
“Ugh"Ugh,” I said, and hung up.
I guess I could try outsmarting this Netvos, or at least getting a better understanding of his motives and personality. I opened the laptop.
“OH"OH, THANK SATAN YOU OPENED THAT. I COULDN’T BREATHE,” Netvos said.
“You’re"You’re welcome. Now, can you please tell me what you’re doing haunting a computer game?” I asked.
“WELL"WELL, I’M USING IT TO SLOWLY DRIVE EVERYONE INSANE, AND TAKE OVER THIS DIMENSION! MWHAHAHA – ”
“Wait"Wait, really?”
“YEAH"YEAH. IS THERE A PROBLEM WITH THAT?”
“Well"Well, it’s not exactly the smartest way to get what you want.”
“WHAT"WHAT WOULD YOU DO?”
“Can"Can you escape that game and possess other types of electronics?”
“YEAH"YEAH, I’M PRETTY SURE I CAN. I’M A DEMON WITH GOD-LIKE POWERS, SO IT’S WITHIN THE REALM OF POSSIBILITY.”
“Then"Then why not do that? Take control of the data grid or something. Get control of nuclear weapons, and threaten to launch them if you don’t get what you want. I mean, it’s a much better way to go about things than what you’re doing.”
Netvos was quiet for a second.
“BE"BE RIGHT BACK,” he said.
Sometime later...
That’s why I’m now a manual laborer building a statue in honor of our new Lord Netvos. Helping me was my friend, James.
“I"I told you not to play the game,” he said.
Lacking any witty or smart retorts, I simply said, “Shut"Shut up.”
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