Assassin's Game
The blade drew swiftly from Altair's hand, his face menacing in the presence of these guards, men who would have wives, children and other family that cared for them. Did Altair care? From what Josh could tell yes, yes he did and didn't care. This was because of ethical issues in the real world and non compromising methods the virtual world offered.
Josh had been playing Assassin's Creed for over four hours and was not ready to finish yet; the sweat pouring off his brow told him that he was testing his brain with this game. His small, smooth hands pressed the buttons, hoping for a counter kill, as Josh bit into his cracked lips; the game did as he commanded. Altair swung around the guards attack and cut a nice chunk into the back of this anonymous man. Altair and Josh heard the cry of 'infidel' as Josh pushed down harder on the shoulder buttons to run faster, faster, FASTER until an old beggar woman got in the way.
"Please sir, spare some coins."
Josh was in a familiar situation, the drunks, the bulk, the mentally unwell stood in his way. This beggar was not going to leave soon, she would persist until Josh got angry and made Altair either punch, stab, slice, throw her in unison. Josh grew impatient and let Altair punch the old woman in her wrinkled jaw. The synchronisation bar depleted three meticulous blocks. Josh didn't care, when was he going to use the eagle eye in this situation?
Altair was pushed further by the hand of Josh as the game was paused abruptly.
"Josh, get off that stupid machine now you! I don't look after you on a daily basis to be ignored; I never let you go off school so you could play as some imagined person." his mother's voice called.
"Yes, mother. But you forgot one thing…" replied Josh.
"Yes…?"
"He's called Altair."
"I don't care if he's King Tut! You're coming off of that console!"
"As you wish..." Josh concluded, quoting his gaming hero.
As Josh dazed off into his cold induced slumber, he began to see imagery he hadn't seen since he played Assassin's, his sleep turned violent when thoughts of guards and historic figures hacked at Altair. Was Josh turning mad? Or was he just dreaming after the bad soup his mother had cooked? He was too far into his mini coma when he began to see things as real, smell, hear, taste the air and even FEEL around this now primitive culture. What was wrong? Josh turned sharply and fell out of bed; he awoke to see Masayf…