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I am a simple man, or at least I was. I had recently purchased a nice shiny new video game for my Xbox 360. It had a fairly nice box art which had promised physical rewards for completing in-game levels. I gleefully complied by entering my address into the title screen. As soon as I hit start, I hadn't known what pact I just signed. The graphical game play was fantastic, especially the players hands, which had further than photorealism, because I had played using a 3d TV. The start to the story was quite simple in the beginning. I was invited by my friend, a mobster like the player I inhabited, to go to a coffee shop and discuss business. I was having a blast with the simple the act of picking up a cup and putting it down. As we finished the discussion, we returned to our car, but to my suspicion we were rushed by a rival gang armed in the art of fist-i-cuffs. I used simple tactics, button mashing, to defeat my opponents.
Then, as I punched my last enemy in the face, there was a small video as I held the unconscious enemy from behind his beaten head. I was given a simple prompt. In white text
They became real. My character, currently an Aragonian, turned into me, in my physical form on my lazy ass in front of a TV. As I shoved a large sword into the helpless man's chest, I turned away when far too real blood spilled onto the cobblestone street. I quickly stood up and turned off my console, then the TV, then the light for my living room. I walked away, I never turned on my console again, and I never played again. Several weeks had passed and I found myself in a far too… familiar scene. As I finished my coffee with a friend I was confronted by a group of thugs. My friend and I were easily able to repel our scrawny opponents, as we both had some practice in different mixed martial arts. As the fight ended I found myself holding the last punk by the back of his head after I had just knocked him out. Then I saw it, I saw the prompt, but it had changed. This time it was almost pitch black and it read
As I cleaned my face from the blood and brain, I was only able to see red and the prompt reappeared, darker than my blindness. PLAY. Unable to see, and unable to feel I simply thought what I was to play. As soon I thought to move my body, I heard my friend and companion's blood curdling scream. I saw him, I watch me, murder him, with a strong piece of rebar impaling him with it. The
The possibility of reward bounced in my mind. So I played many levels and after a full play through, I was given a simple prompt.
I got into my car and drove off to bank to deposit my newly found cash. As I entered the bank, I felt a strange breeze come over me. My eyes began to feel heavy and I had to follow my demands, I closed my eyes for only a second, but that's all it took. Instantly my vision was fogged red, just as it did in the alleyway. Soon after I found myself slamming the head of the attendant whom I was going to entrust my new found life savings into the very desk she worked at. The whole time I heard the word
The floor ran with blood in a thick layer. I stood in disbelief, I wanted the world to stop and with a stroke of luck, it did. I was met by a simple pause screen floating in my vision. I attempted to move, but I was paralyzed. Instinctively I honed in on the Load option. There I saw, a screen shot of my life, the installer wizard from before. I just wished to be back there, to never have this happen again and as that thought past my mind, I was in my office chair staring at the loading bar. I remembered what had just happened and realized what I must do. As I waited for the game to install, I was shocked awake when the title screen, in all its horror appeared. I mashed through the startup actions to begin a new game as soon as possible. Without any loading screen I found my character in a dark old cabin holding what looked like a Mossberg 500 styled shotgun. I smirked at the impressive model that someone could plug into a game, before I was assaulted by a monster. It had an obtuse, mashed up skull, and arms that turned to long gangling razorblades. I quickly mashed the right mouse button.
The monster was blown to pieces. Brains, bone fragments, and most of the upper torso were quickly met to the wall behind it. I felt a jolt in my arm, both my right hand that held the mouse, and my shoulder. "The hell?" I pondered. I randomly shot off a random round and yet again, I felt a force hit my body. As I questioned my surroundings I felt a heavy, sharp, pain in on the back of my head. I turned around, in game, to be met by another angered monster. To my surprise, I found the prompt once more
Then I heard a strong pounding on my door. I jerked to see a monster, one directly out of the game, fucked up face and all. This time not being armed with a shotgun, I could do only one thing. I grabbed a nearby kitchen knife and blasted open the door. I began carving up the fucker, piece by piece. I started by nearly removing its face, and then came the torso. I opened the ribcage and thrashed my blade around within it. Once I had done my handy work, I saw that the god damn prompt was still there, mocking me
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