A blinding white light.
A blur.
Pixels.
Starting again.
Sword drawn I stand as any normal man would. My opponents are every day normal people, who live, and die, and live, and die. It doesn't stop. I walk to one of them and go in for the kill. We both get killed, and tie.
A blinding white light.
A blur.
Pixels.
Starting again.
I spawn close to where I once was, ready to die again at the cost of a few moments of my time, and a number on a pixelated leaderboard. I see another human being through some pixels on my monitor screen. I go in for the kill and I die.
A blinding white light.
A blur.
Pixe-...
The monitor is off. I get up, and walk out the door. |